Stolen Life of the Poor Girl, Top Luxury Family's Group Favor

Chapter 227: Is This the Goblin He Summoned

Chapter 227

The group of men and women were startled, and they couldn't help but take a second look.

Sheng Yuxiao, however, kept his eyes straight ahead, grabbed two people by their collars, and yanked them backward, throwing them against the car.

"Bang!" "Bang!" Two consecutive crashes rang out, followed by the people collapsing dizzily to the ground.

At this moment, the little one rushed forward.

"Damn! This little dinosaur hits hard!"

"What is this? Did he summon some kind of goblin?"

The scene became increasingly chaotic.

Someone shouted loudly: "Catch them! Get that little dinosaur first!"

They took advantage of their height and managed to grab the back of Xiao Ya's neck.

Suddenly, several burly men in black suits burst out from the shrubbery.

"He was prepared!"

"Damn, he hired bodyguards this time."

"Run! Those guys have guns!"

They swallowed hard, no longer daring to tangle with Sheng Yuxiao.

But the little dinosaur shouted: "Don't let them get away!"

It was a female voice.

They froze for a second—that little dinosaur was a little girl!

Before they could think further, they were pinned to the ground by the burly men.

The one who ran the fastest was pressed down harder, losing one of his shoes.

"Sheng! What are you going to do to us?"

"Your temper is too bad, we mean no harm, don't you understand?"

"This is near the school, it's illegal to shoot us!"

"Listen, if I don't return, my bodyguard will contact my father, you don't want that..."

They frantically spoke over each other.

These burly men seemed completely indifferent to their status, handling them swiftly and ruthlessly.

It seemed... dangerous.

Sheng Yuxiao suddenly lowered his head and laughed.

His laugh made their scalps tingle even more, and they struggled to turn their gaze toward him.

The pain from their faces being scraped against the asphalt was too intense to even cry out.

They watched in shock as Sheng Yuxiao slowly shed his impatient and fierce expression.

He crouched down in front of the little dinosaur: "Xiao Ya? Why is it you?"

Xiao Ya immediately grabbed Sheng Yuxiao's hand and asked: "Does your hand hurt?"

The brass knuckles were cold and hard, somewhat uncomfortable. Sheng Yuxiao immediately let go, allowing them to slip from his fingers and fall to the ground.

"It doesn't hurt," he said as he removed the dinosaur head cover from the little one's head.

Underneath revealed a fluffy, messy, and slightly wet head.

It really was Xiao Ya!

It wasn't an auditory hallucination, nor was it a dream.

Sheng Yuxiao raised his hand and wiped the sweat from her head.

Xiao Ya grabbed his fingers: "Blood..."

"It's not mine," Sheng Yuxiao said immediately.

"It's... it's mine..." said the one lying closest, in broken Chinese.

Then switching to fluent English: "He's not hurt at all, so can you let us go now?"

Xiao Ya ignored him and only asked Sheng Yuxiao: "Who are they?"

The person on the ground answered: "Classmates, we're all classmates."

Xiao Ya tilted her head and looked down at that person: "You understand Chinese?"

"I can understand simple things, had a tutor at home," that person said.

"Oh," Xiao Ya made no further comment on this.

How could she just say 'oh' and be done with it?

That person became anxious.

But his anxiety was useless. Sheng Yuxiao held Xiao Ya, straightening her posture a bit, and asked with a smile: "Did you rush out just now to save me?"

That person quickly said: "He doesn't need your help, little one, look carefully. He got out of the car, he struck first, we're all lying here, and he doesn't have a scratch..."

"That's because you surrounded him first and wouldn't let him leave. With so many people, looking so scary, aren't you allowing him to fight back in self-defense?" Xiao Ya frowned.

That person was shocked.

Isn't this taking sides? This must be taking sides!

"Why were they surrounding you? And what were they saying about some ceremony?" Xiao Ya continued asking Sheng Yuxiao.

Sheng Yuxiao brushed it off casually: "Just a university club, they want me to join, but I don't want to."

"That's not it. Kid, have you heard of fraternities?"

"No, tell me about it." Xiao Ya stepped away from Sheng Yuxiao's embrace, moving closer.

Behind her, Sheng Yuxiao's expression immediately darkened, his brows full of murderous intent as he stared at that person.

The person pretended not to notice and continued: "It's a really good thing. Like the student council, only excellent people can join. We see the excellence in Sheng and strongly invite him to join. We don't have any ill intentions; we're all thinking about his future."

"Do you know who's in the fraternity? They're all top students at the school, and their parents are doctors, scientists, bankers, financial experts, even congressmen..."

By this time, Sheng Yuxiao had bent down to pick up the brass knuckles again.

That person's eyelids twitched at the sight, but he persisted in continuing: "Princeton has already produced two presidents, which is impressive, but in the fraternity, besides presidents, there are countless senators, representatives... This is an opportunity many people beg for. One foot in the fraternity, and you're already infinitely close to national power."

Sheng Yuxiao coldly sneered: "I'm not going to be the president of your country."

"But you'll enter high society..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm already in that circle."

"...perhaps climb even higher."

"Boring. I've made it very clear that I have zero interest in joining an organization that has existed for years, with rigid systems, and especially one where I have to follow someone else's lead."

Sheng Yuxiao approached, slightly bending from behind Xiao Ya, his presence extremely intimidating.

He then switched to German: "Stop mentioning the fraternity to her, your initiation ceremony is disgusting just to hear about."

"What's wrong with it? A human feast?" the person also replied in German.

He pursued the question: "You don't like that? Then what do you like? Tell us. They would be willing to change the ceremony for you."

Xiao Ya suddenly raised her hand: "Um, I can understand that."

Sheng Yuxiao was stunned: "When did you learn German... did Ke Muning teach you?"

Xiao Ya nodded.

Sheng Yuxiao's brow twitched, and he yanked the person up from the ground, punching him in the nose: "Told you to shut up and you wouldn't."

Only because he didn't want Xiao Ya to see too much bloodshed did Sheng Yuxiao refrain from throwing more punches.

The person covered his profusely bleeding nose, unable to speak clearly.

Xiao Ya gave him a tissue and asked: "Are you in the fraternity?"

The person looked at Sheng Yuxiao's expression and didn't dare to speak.

Xiao Ya turned to Sheng Yuxiao: "He won't answer me."

"Speak," Sheng Yuxiao kicked the person.

The person thought to himself that these demands were too flexible! But he quickly answered: "Yes, of course we all are."

"Are there different ranks in the fraternity?"

"Of course not. Fraternity means friendship and mutual help."

"But I think there are, you... are just the lowest-ranking members. That's why you run errands for those more powerful than you, trying to persuade Sheng Yuxiao, and in the end, you're the ones getting beaten up," Xiao Ya said methodically.

She suddenly asked: "Do you find this fun?"

For college students who were already adults to be questioned like this by a little girl, how could they save face?

That person's expression instantly froze.

"Why are you willing to be insignificant stepping stones in a huge organization? And you're so enthusiastic about inviting more people to step on you. It's strange."

"..." That person's face turned pale.

"If you just want mutual help and friendship, if you want to build stairs to enter higher circles... why don't you create your own fraternity? You could use a different name," Xiao Ya suggested in her soft voice.

"...Huh?" That person was stunned, lowering his hand as blood dripped from his lip to the ground.

"But just by ourselves, what could we establish? This needs extensive connections to support it..."

Xiao Ya pointed at Sheng Yuxiao: "He is the connection."

"If you establish it now, you'll be founding members. Isn't that better than being an unimportant stone?"

"That... makes sense. So, can you let us go now?" That person's gaze toward Xiao Ya suddenly changed.

Xiao Ya ordered the bodyguards: "Release them."

The bodyguards immediately complied.

The others got up from the ground, still somewhat dazed, and couldn't help asking one of the bodyguards: "Have you served in the military?"

The bodyguard sneered, "They've all served in the military - some in the 1st Marine Division, others in the 75th Cavalry Regiment..."

The group's expressions grew serious as they looked at Xiao Ya, their gazes intensifying.

To be able to afford bodyguards who were veterans from elite military units... what kind of background must her family have?

"You may leave now," Xiao Ya gave them a slight bow.

They couldn't leave fast enough.

"Wait," Xiao Ya called out to the one she had been talking to earlier, asking, "What's your name?"

Though facing just a child, the man felt inexplicably nervous. He wiped his bloody nose and replied tensely, "Green."

"And you... how should I address you?" he asked politely.

Those who moved in high society circles knew well that some children, despite their young age, came from extremely powerful families.

Xiao Ya smiled slightly.

She looked somewhat like Xu Ji.

She replied unhurriedly, "My surname is Li."

"Goodbye, Miss Li?"

"Bye-bye."

Everyone at the scene quickly cleared out.

Sheng Yuxiao let out an amused snort and asked, "Did Xu Ji teach you that?"

Aliali: 674546a7c4f3f33ac44c928aXiao Ya nodded and looked up at Sheng Yuxiao: "You must know how to do this too. Why don't you just make them your followers?"

"I used that trick back in middle school... It's boring now." Sheng Yuxiao shook his head and bent down to pick her up.

Xiao Ya quickly said, "I've grown a bit, I'm heavier now."

"I can still carry you. Even when you're eighteen, I'll still be able to carry you, got it?" Sheng Yuxiao insisted, brooking no refusal.

Xiao Ya had no choice but to let him carry her. Resting on his shoulder, she asked, "By the way, Sheng Yuxiao, what's a body sushi feast?"

Sheng Yuxiao's steps faltered momentarily as he asked, "Are you tired? Let's go mountain climbing and camping."

"So what is a body sushi feast?"

"..."

Sheng Yuxiao managed a strained smile: "It's a kind of... banquet. Tell me if anyone ever dares to take you to see something like that."

He would wring their necks.