activa-t Chapter 31 He dares to be so arrogant just because he has a slight family connection.
Chapter 31 He dares to be so arrogant just because he has a slight family connection.
The message was short, but every word was like a poisoned nail.
Zhao Leiguang leaned over for a look, and his face, which had just been all smiles, visibly turned a deep liver color.
With a powerful grip, the thick plastic handle of the shopping cart creaked under the weight, almost crushing him.
"What the hell!" he growled, his voice like muffled thunder rumbling from his chest. "Just because we're related, he dares to be so arrogant? Brother, don't worry about it, I'll handle this. I'll go and break his hand right now!"
He was about to throw the shopping cart aside and go find someone to settle the bill.
"never mind."
Lu Yan reached out and pressed down on Zhao Leiguang's arm. He wasn't very strong, but Zhao Leiguang's raging anger seemed to be cut off by this casual movement.
Lu Yan put his phone away, his face regaining its almost indifferent calm, as if the message he had just received was just an insignificant spam notification.
"It's not worth wasting our precious holiday on someone like that." He glanced at the mountain of groceries in the shopping cart. "Let's go, if we get back late, the captain's cooking won't wait for anyone."
His reaction surprised Xiao Qianyu and Shen Xinglin, who were standing beside him. They had both seen the message; the insulting language would have been unbearable for any young person with any sense of decency.
But Lu Yan is like a deep pool; if you throw a pebble in, you won't even see a ripple.
Looking at his calm profile, Xiao Qianyu recalled the phrase "extremely insecure" from his profile, and also remembered the chilling tone he had used on the phone earlier. She suddenly realized that this calmness might not be indifference, but rather a sign that he had long been accustomed to the ugliest side of human nature.
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Half an hour later, the convoy entered a heavily guarded residential area.
This is the residence provided by China for top awakened individuals and meritorious personnel. Each villa comes with its own independent defense system, and the security level is comparable to that of a military base.
Xiao Qianyu's home is a two-story villa with a small garden. The decoration style is simple and elegant, and you can smell a faint fragrance of plants as soon as you enter the door.
Zhao Leiguang volunteered to be the head chef's assistant, helping to prepare ingredients in the kitchen, but almost chopped up the cutting board in the process. Wen Yue found a sofa by the window, took out her toolbox, and began to maintain her huge crossbow. Shen Xinglin, on the other hand, was in the garden with Su Yunqing, feeding his injured warhorse, which had been injured in the secret realm, with specially made energy fodder.
A peaceful and harmonious scene.
Lu Yan sat in the living room, looking at this group of people, feeling a strange mix of emotions. This was perhaps the atmosphere of what was meant by "home."
Just then, the access control video system on the wall suddenly beeped.
Xiao Qianyu was washing vegetables. She wiped her hands and went over to answer the call.
What appeared on the screen were three nauseating faces.
The woman in the lead was wearing heavy makeup and was making faces at the camera, her face full of sharp sarcasm.
Standing next to him was a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes darting around, revealing a shrewd and calculating nature.
Behind the two was a young man in his early twenties with messy dyed hair, his chin held high, and an arrogant and defiant look in his eyes.
It was Lu Yan's aunt, her husband, and their beloved son, Wang Hao.
As soon as the call connected, Auntie's signature loud voice boomed from the speaker: "Open the door! What's going on! We're the family of hero Lu Yan, here to see my nephew! Why won't your security guards let us in?! Is there no law anymore?!"
Wang Hao, standing behind her, kicked the metal pillar of the gate impatiently, making a dull thud.
Immediately afterward, the security supervisor's helpless face squeezed into the frame. He saluted Xiao Qianyu, his tone full of apology: "Reporting to Captain Xiao, this family doesn't have access and has been causing a scene at the gate for almost ten minutes. They keep shouting that they are Mr. Lu Yan's family members. We dare not take any action arbitrarily and can only consult you."
The atmosphere in the living room instantly turned cold.
Zhao Leiguang poked his head out of the kitchen, holding a kitchen knife, his brows furrowed.
Looking at the ugly faces on the screen, Lu Yan finally spoke, his voice calm: "Let them in."
A few minutes later, the door opened.
My aunt and her family of three swaggered in like local tyrants inspecting their territory.
As soon as Wang Hao entered, his gaze swept across the living room like a radar, finally locking onto Lu Yan. He looked Lu Yan up and down, his eyes filled with a mixture of jealousy, disdain, and a morbid sense of superiority.
"You're Lu Yan?" he asked, his tone as flippant as if he were picking through goods at a market. "I heard you got incredibly lucky and awakened a pretty good support aura? Ha."
He let out a disdainful sneer.
"A halo master who can only hide behind women and meat shields, dares to call himself a hero? That's laughable."
Before he finished speaking, his aunt was already wandering around the living room, her fingers tracing the expensive solid wood furniture, making admiring clicks of her tongue, as if she were the lady of the house.
She finally stopped in front of Lu Yan, put her hands on her hips, and struck a pose like an elder.
"Xiao Yan, look at you! You've made something of yourself, living in such a nice place, and you don't even bring your aunt over to enjoy life. You're such an unfilial child!" Her tone shifted abruptly, her face instantly contorting into a look of utter grief. "Your parents passed away early, and I raised you with such difficulty, do you know how hard it was? Now that you've made something of yourself, you have to give me some compensation, otherwise people will think our Wang family raised a heartless wretch!"
She paused, pointed at Wang Hao behind her, and made her second request with a righteous air: "Also, you're a national hero now, so you have to find a way to get your cousin into the core team of the National Guard! Your cousin is a powerful 'Flame Blade' warrior, a hundred times stronger than a support like you! We can't let you get all the benefits!"
The shamelessness and greed of this family left the members of the first squad present stunned.
"You are not welcome here. Leave immediately."
A deep, muffled sound rang out.
Zhao Leiguang had somehow appeared in the center of the living room. He put down the kitchen knife in his hand, and his height of over two meters made him look like a wall, casting a shadow that completely enveloped Wang Hao's family.
He didn't waste any words, he just repeated himself in a muffled voice.
It was a sense of oppression purely stemming from physical strength.
My uncle instinctively shrank back.
Wang Hao, however, bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Far from being afraid, he defiantly met Zhao Leiguang's gaze even more arrogantly.
"What? You want to resort to violence when you can't win an argument?" He laughed mockingly, his gaze sweeping past Zhao Leiguang's shoulder and fixing fixedly on Lu Yan. "I'm here today to challenge you, Lu Yan!"
His voice suddenly rose, filled with malice.
"Do you dare come to the training ground and fight me one-on-one? Just the two of us! Let everyone see what kind of trash you are, this so-called hero!"
"If you don't dare..." Wang Hao's lips curled into a vicious smile as he said, enunciating each word clearly, "then kneel down, kowtow to your cousin, and admit to yourself that you're a piece of trash!"