Chapter 94: Already a Male God

They whispered and commented, treating it almost like a game.

Tang Junchu looked up, thinking about how he would phrase something elegant once the fight ended, letting the matter drop smoothly.

He had absolute confidence in Wan Qiang.

Professional fighting was different from street brawls. Logic told him that when a professional fighter got serious, ordinary scuffles couldn’t compare.

He trusted his sister’s description, but he trusted professionalism more.

A whistle sounded.

He belatedly looked at the ring, ready to witness a one-sided fight.

That’s what he expected, and most around him thought the same.

Gazes met, cameras focused-everyone eagerly anticipated the battle, imagining how the two would grapple, pull, or dominate.

At least, it should take several rounds.

Everyone held this thought… until-

Boom!

On the ring, a figure soared into the air, then crashed down heavily.

The crowd went silent.

“Is… it over?” someone murmured blankly.

The fight lasted only an instant.

It had started and ended almost simultaneously.

Everyone stared at Wan Qiang lying unmoving on the floor, then looked at Zhang Yang, who had barely moved, and felt a chill.

Wan Qiang had flown, and Wan Qiang had fallen.

No one had seen Zhang Yang make a move.

Wan Qiang… was one-shotted?

Tang Junchu stared at the tall figure still standing, stunned for a long moment.

After a pause, the silence erupted into disbelief.

“Who saw him strike?!”

“I filmed it, let me slow it down!”

“Slowed it down, slowed it! My god, it’s just one kick-one kick-and the guy flew!”

Shouts of astonishment rang out from all directions.

At this moment, admiration had nothing to do with wealth or fame-it was pure, instinctive awe for a true fighter.

“Bro, you okay?” Zhang Yang bent down, checking on his opponent who was out of breath from the kick.

Wan Qiang blinked, waving his hands, still stunned and incredulous.

“Cough… cough… I’m fine, bro.”

“Good,” Zhang Yang said lightly, jumping over the ring’s barrier, walking toward Tang Junchu amid the complex, reverent gazes.

“Tang Shao, I guess this settles things? Or not enough?”

Tang Junchu looked at the imposing figure before him, feeling the pressure, and drew a deep breath.

“That’s enough. Of course it’s enough!”

A minor scuffle? He would have to be insane to provoke someone like this.

“Tang Yinan, come apologize to Zhang Shao!” he commanded, glaring at his sister, who was dumbstruck.

“Y-yes… sorry,” Tang Yinan took a deep breath, with no hesitation.

Modern society might not overestimate fists, but it also wouldn’t underestimate them.

For their group of rich kids used to numbers over skill, a wildly powerful opponent was enough to make them think twice and abandon reckless notions.

After all, this was just a minor clash.

“Alright, that’s settled. Visit my store if you want, welcome, but don’t cause trouble,” Zhang Yang smiled and walked out.

He was increasingly puzzled by his own strength.

The fighter touted as UFC-capable couldn’t land a single hit on him.

Could it really be… sheer power over skill?

“Bro, wait,” Tang Junchu called from behind.

Zhang Yang paused and turned.

“Can we be friends?” Tang Junchu stepped forward. “Since we met under such circumstances, might as well.”

There was a strong desire to connect in his eyes.

“Fine, let’s exchange contact info,” Zhang Yang said.

Not for deep friendship.

He wasn’t ready to integrate into their circle, and after meeting Luo Xinyu first, he couldn’t risk getting close to their family rival. Exchanging contacts was just a polite gesture.

After exchanging info, he looked at the young crowd, nodded, and left-efficient and nonchalant.

“Wow, he’s so handsome!” some girls whispered, eyes sparkling.

“Of course, anyone Luo Xinyu notices isn’t mediocre.”

Tang Junchu quickly had people help the still-collapsed Wan Qiang down from the ring.

Eyes around focused on him, hoping for insight.

“Terrifying… even UFC legends earning millions might not survive him,” Wan Qiang muttered, shaken.

“So strong!” Tang Junchu exclaimed.

“So theoretically, if this guy entered pro fighting, he could command millions per match?” someone said in disbelief.

“Exactly,” Wan Qiang nodded firmly.

In any field, those at the top could easily gain wealth and prestige. The rich kids fell silent.

Who wouldn’t want a connection like this?

Even Zhang Yang realized, without trying, he had this kind of magnetic presence.

“Tang Shao, you should pass along his contact. Having a friend like this is impressive,” someone said.

“Yes, introduce him to the younger ones.”

Night fell. Zhang Yang drove his Cullinan at full speed back to his apartment at COFCO Seaview No. 1.

The spacious flat was brightly lit.

In over 300 square meters, Zhang Yang moved leisurely, poured himself a drink, and stood on the balcony, admiring the river view that most people would spend generations striving to see.

Life revealed itself plainly.

He counted his blessings: a perfect physique, stunning looks, overwhelming strength, incredible stamina.

Income of hundreds of thousands daily, tens of millions in accessible cash, over a hundred million in properties, luxury cars worth tens of millions, and watches worth millions.

“If this isn’t a male god, then what is?” Zhang Yang muttered, finishing his drink.

From a humble youth asking questions on RedNote to now, he had become a true male god.

He opened his old RedNote, scrolling from his first post, reflecting on his journey.

Since his last update after visiting Rong City, he had barely posted.

One, busy with the store, and two, no longer needing advice from the platform.

Revisiting old posts, many users still reminisced about his story.

He updated casually:

Opened a small store, everything’s fine.

He reported briefly to reassure followers and inspire others.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he posted, comments and messages flooded in.

Though he had been absent from view for a long time, people had been following, waiting for updates.

A single post sparked a tidal wave.

He’s back!

My virtual boyfriend is back! Long time no see, are you okay?

Opened a store? Where? I’m going to support!

One comment, by a user named Peach, quickly went to the top:

Heading to Shanghai to meet in person, might stop by Little Yang’s store to send my blessings.

She had a boyfriend she hadn’t met yet and coincidentally saw Zhang Yang’s latest post.

I strongly support you!

Can’t wait!

I’m super curious to see what Little Yang looks like in person, and of course, I really want to see his girlfriend too.

Immediately, countless people echoed the sentiment.

Just as Zhang Yang felt a bit helpless at the attention, he received a private message from Peach.

“Hello Little Yang, I’m your fan. I’ve been following your journey and am genuinely happy for your progress.”

“Thank you,” Zhang Yang replied.

“Would it be possible for me to come by and see you this time? I’ll bring many blessings from my friends too.”

With that said, Zhang Yang couldn’t really refuse.

Fine, let her come.

“Welcome! I’ll treat you to our store’s roasted duck,” Zhang Yang said cheerfully. “When will you be here?”

“I’ll be arriving in Shanghai tomorrow morning, aiming to get there by noon. Can I leave my contact info?”

“Sure, my number is 182xxx.”

After some casual chatting, Zhang Yang received a friend request notification.

“It’s late, I won’t bother you anymore. See you tomorrow,” Peach sent.

“Good night,” Zhang Yang replied.

It was past midnight, but the riverside lights of the Bund still shone brightly.

After showering, Zhang Yang entered his huge master bedroom, listened to the foghorns on the river, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Zhang Yang woke early and chatted with little sweetie Bei Wei as usual.

Bei Wei had been very effective these past days-potential franchise clients for the roasted duck in Shanghai had surged, with many already entering negotiation stages.

“Good girl, how are you going to reward me?”

Bei Wei lay on the bed in front of the camera, head resting on a pillow, black hair cascading down.

“How about I give you a child?” Zhang Yang blurted out, instantly wishing he could take back the words.

What did blurting out mean? Couldn’t he resist the urge to speak?

“Ah?” Bei Wei was surprised and slightly shy. “If you really want to, it’s… not impossible.”

Zhang Yang could only smoothly dodge the topic with kind words.

Right after chatting with Bei Wei, he received Peach’s train ticket information.

She would arrive in Shanghai around 10:30 a.m.

“Do you want me to pick you up?” Zhang Yang politely asked.

“Thanks, Little Yang, but the person I’m meeting in person will pick me up. See you then,” Peach replied with a string of emojis.

It was better for someone else to pick her up, so Zhang Yang sent his location.

“Great, I’ll aim for noon. Really looking forward to meeting you,” Peach sent.

After finishing the small talk, Zhang Yang drove his Cullinan straight to his store.

Meanwhile, Peach, just on the high-speed train, smiled while texting her e-boyfriend.

“I’ve left. What will you be wearing? Let’s see if I can recognize you at first glance.”

While waiting for a reply, she had already followed her RedNote friends’ advice and created a group chat to update her live in-person meeting.

“So excited! Just thinking about finally meeting my boyfriend makes me nervous,” she posted.

Remember to livestream the whole thing so we can see if anything goes wrong.

Don’t forget to keep an eye on Little Yang too, that’s the main point.

“Don’t worry, I’m even more curious and excited than you guys,” Peach replied.

For her, one was an unknown e-boyfriend, the other was the virtual companion she had nurtured for so long.

Both were equally important.

Ding.

A message came from her e-boyfriend.

“I’m wearing a white T-shirt and sweatpants today. What about you dear…”

“Cheesy! Just call me by my name. What I’m wearing is a secret. I’ll tell you once I recognize you,” Peach replied.

She put down her phone, looked out at the endless scenery, checked the time, and felt her heart race.

By 10 a.m., the high-speed train was about to arrive in Shanghai.

Peach took a deep breath and quietly sent a message in the group chat.

“Almost there, so nervous.”

“Don’t be nervous. Watch from a distance first, see if you’re satisfied, then go. If not, retreat.”

“Yes, good luck!”

The train arrived.

Peach dragged her suitcase, following the flow of people toward the exit.

She had arranged a meeting spot with her boyfriend and waited for the encounter.

But she planned to follow her friends’ advice and watch from a distance first-if it went badly, there would be no follow-up.

She would then head to Little Yang’s store, partly for herself, partly to satisfy everyone’s curiosity about him.

At the station exit, Peach walked slowly, dragging her suitcase.

Suddenly, her eyes caught a tall figure not far away.

White T-shirt, sweatpants.

Wasn’t that exactly what her e-boyfriend had told her he’d wear?