Galaxy Domination Guide

Han Jiaxue's rebuke created an extremely awkward atmosphere at the dining table, and Yang Yixian's face darkened even further, struggling to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor which was now on the verge of collapse. The timely phone call came through, and Yang Yixian looked down at the caller ID, his expression shifting subtly before he immediately answered the call.

"Brother Huang, ah, it's been so long, what made you think to call me?" Yang Yixian's expression could only be described as undergoing a complete one-hundred-and-eighty-degree transformation.

Bai Zhongqi found this quite interesting; from the moment they met, Yang Yixian had carried an aloof demeanor as if everyone should revolve around him, but as soon as he picked up the phone, it was as though he had changed into a different person, extremely attentive and eager, acting almost like a younger brother.

The voice of the other person over the phone wasn't very clear, but Yang Yixian listened with a delighted expression: "Ah, Brother Huang, you're coming over? Great, I'm just dining with a few friends here. This time you must let me play host—I've missed the chance several times due to your busy schedule, but this time, no matter what, I must treat you properly."

After hanging up the phone, the respectful expression on Yang Yixian's face disappeared instantaneously, reverting to the default expression of the overbearing CEO male lead commonly seen in Korean dramas.

Having been made thoroughly disgruntled by Bai Zhongqi and Han Jiaxue moments ago, he was no longer in the mood to scheme against Han Jiaxue, his mind preoccupied with how to entertain the upcoming guest.

"Alright, everyone, it looks like you've just about finished eating, so this meal is on me. I have a friend coming over, so please feel free to leave," Yang Yixian said, still irked that Han Jiaxue hadn't taken the bait, but he had won over hundreds of women before, and if he failed once or twice, it didn't bother him.

Now, he found Bai Zhongqi and his companions quite an eyesore, and it was clear to him that people like Bai Zhongqi were not fit for high society. If they offended his Brother Huang at the dining table, and Brother Huang took his anger out on him, it would be very troublesome indeed.

An excited skinny second-generation heir asked Yang Yixian, "Young Master Yang, is the Brother Huang you mentioned the same one you spoke of before, the little overlord from the military compound?"

Self-satisfied, Yang Yixian knew that although the Yang Family was also worth billions and had a robust network of connections, when compared to Brother Huang, the Yang Family's influence was insignificant.

"Little overlord? Mind your words. Brother Huang is now officially with the General Staff Department. I'll teach you something sensible—Brother Huang is unique in the Imperial Capital's circles, everyone gives him respect, especially among the children of high-ranking officials; Brother Huang's words could reach the heavens.

Moreover, the Huang Family is flourishing now, involved in the military, politics, and business with considerable influence. You are lucky today to dine with him, and in the future, when you mention it at other banquets, if there's any issue, the other party will immediately take care of it for you," he said.

The skinny young man was in awe, "Is he really that powerful?"

Yang Yixian didn't bother to discuss this further with them, instead turning back to Bai Zhongqi and his two companions, "Gentlemen, since you seem displeased with joining us for the meal, then please leave, and let's not end this on a discordant note."

Zhao Wenling hadn't expected that Yang Yixian would include her as well; thinking that angering him might jeopardize her family's business dealings with the Yang Family, her face turned deathly pale. Looking at Bai Zhongqi and Han Jiaxue, her eyes filled with resentment.

"Young Master Yang, I'm truly sorry. Jiajia is just a bit straightforward; she didn't mean to upset everyone. We're all friends; why take things to such an extreme?"

Yang Yixian's lackey sneered, "You really think too highly of yourself, don't you? Who's friends with you? Young Master Yang graciously invited you to dine, and you don't appreciate it. He's letting you off today, so just get lost, or you'll really regret it!"

Bai Zhongqi felt genuinely displeased with how the meal had turned out. Meeting up with his girlfriend was supposed to be a joyful occasion, a breakthrough after many days, even with others present. But Yang Yixian and the rest had only added to his annoyance.

Although Bai Zhongqi was normally amiable, he wasn't a masochist—he wouldn't just present his face to be slapped by others, and say after that it wasn't worth stooping to their level.

He could overlook Zhao Wenling, given her immature mind, plus she was his girlfriend's childhood friend, so he would concede a bit for the sake of his girlfriend's face. But what was Yang Yixian? Someone who could command him to come and go as he pleased?

Bai Zhongqi's backside remained firmly seated as if entrenched; he continued to leisurely cut the meat on his plate with a fork and knife. To Yang Yixian, his demeanor was no different from that of a rogue from the streets acting stubbornly.

Han Jiaxue had been feeling anxious and particularly remorseful, aware that it was her who had invited Bai Zhongqi out, resulting in his being slighted by others, and she felt an undeniable responsibility for it.

Looking apologetically at Bai Zhongqi, she had no intention of dealing with the others and was about to speak when Bai Zhongqi's hand reached out to press on her thigh, reassuring her that all was fine with a comforting glance.

Of course, at this juncture, Bai Zhongqi couldn't help but take the opportunity to be a little mischievous.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

As Bai Zhongqi pondered on how to teach Yang Yixian a lesson, the door to the private room opened. A man with an average build but looking remarkably solid walked in with quick steps. His head was shorn close, giving him a leopard-like appearance.

He wore casual-style suit that was obviously a pricey custom-made job, and just a plain gray T-shirt underneath that subtly hinted at the contours of his pectoral muscles.

As soon as Yang Yixian saw this person come in, his face changed instantly, and he stood up to welcome him respectfully.

"You're here, Brother Huang!" Yang Yixian also seemed somewhat excited.

Brother Huang had an odd name, Huang Quan. Such a name would not seem strange after other surnames, but paired with the surname Huang, it created a peculiar effect. Those close to him in high-ranking official circles usually called him 'Quan'er,' with a distinct 'er' sound in the Imperial Capital dialect.

Strangers had to refer to him as 'Brother Huang', and no one would dare call out his full name to his face.

Huang Quan was accustomed to being domineering. Raised in a military family's residential area, though he was not the most capable fighter, he was exceptionally cunning and brutal. He was very loyal to his clique and went to extremes against his "enemies," which eventually led to everyone within the circle being deferential to him.

Although Huang Quan did not hold the highest position among his peers from powerful military families, due to his personal tactics and his family background, he was very influential in the circle.

He ignored Yang Yixian upon entering, looking straight for a seat. However, he discovered that the table was full. This displeased the overbearing Huang Quan. He had heard that the private restaurant of the old Shun's chef was good and had been very busy these days. After work, he wanted to find a place to unwind.

Yet, after asking around, all his brothers were busy too, mainly because the core members were preoccupied with matters related to joining the alliance. Unable to find company and having heard that Yang Yixian, whom he'd met a few times before, was there, he went to old Shun's directly, planning to have a meal and leave. To his surprise, there wasn't even a seat available when he arrived.

"Well, this is just great. Didn't even consider letting me eat, huh? Not a single seat. Is it that I, Yang, am looking down on the surname Huang and purposely looking for trouble with me?" Huang Quan glanced over, and Yang Yixian felt as if half his body had frozen.

If Huang Quan really became displeased with him, there was no need for any action on his own part; countless people would cause trouble for him just to curry favor with Huang Quan, and it might even affect his family's business.

With this in mind, Yang Yixian shuddered and immediately bowed deeply, saying, "I'm so sorry, Brother Huang, truly very sorry. It was my oversight; I didn't expect you to come so soon. I had planned to dine with friends today but didn't expect these three to join us unacquainted, looking for a free meal, and now they refuse to leave at this point."

"Look at you, Young Master Yang; your influence doesn't seem to extend far in the Imperial Capital if you're encountering such freeloaders," Huang Quan was saying when his gaze landed on the three isolated individuals. But what he saw made him pause mid-sentence.

Zhao Wenling wasn't particularly remarkable, just a normal-looking girl with a panicked expression on her face, standing at a distance from the table. For Zhao Wenling, already considering Yang Yixian a formidable second-generation figure, Huang Quan represented a legendary figure she could not possibly interact with, someone only spoken of in stories.

Han Jiaxue was indeed pleasing to the eye, but Huang Quan wasn't obsessed with women's charms. Though Han Jiaxue was attractive, she was not enough to stir any interest in him.

The man directly facing him, dressed like a typical college student, remained lazily seated even as everyone at the table stood up. With cutlery in hand, he continued slicing the food on his plate, the sound of the knife on the china unusually grating in the strange silence.

After observing the young man, Huang Quan's initial feelings of being make a fool of suddenly turned into uncertainty.

Bai Zhongqi put down his cutlery and wiped his mouth with the napkin from his lap, casting his gaze at this particularly rugged-looking man. Huang Quan exuded a combination of military bearing and ruffian vibe—alarmingly tough, yet Bai Zhongqi sensed something in his expression.

Bai Zhongqi picked up the hot tea beside him, still not speaking, and gently blew on the steam before sipping quietly.

Huang Quan took another look at Han Jiaxue, his level of doubt seeming to increase further.

However, Yang Yixian was oblivious to anything amiss. Abandoning any pretense of being a cultured scion, he assumed a false bravado and belligerently shouted at Bai Zhongqi and Han Jiaxue, "Don't be shameless when given face. Offend Brother Huang and you can forget about getting by in the Imperial Capital, no matter what your family does..."

With a thud, Huang Quan swung his leg and delivered a kick, striking Yang Yixian squarely in the small of his back. Growing up in a military compound with a group of fighting experts, Huang Quan's martial skills were far superior to the average person. That single kick sent Yang Yixian flying four meters away onto a sofa.

Yang Yixian was dumbfounded, and none of his fair-weather friends dared to help him up.

Huang Quan spoke in a low voice, a stark contrast from his earlier arrogant tone.

He asked, "Is this gentleman surnamed Bai?"

Bai Zhongqi removed his black-framed glasses and put them on the table, revealing an impeccable smile. He said, "That's right, my surname is Bai."