The Sugar Mommy System: The Evil Young Master is Villain!!!

As Yang Khan's roar hung in the air, his face burning with indignation, Bai Lung's eyes remained fixed on him, a cold calculating glint dancing within their depths.

The atmosphere in the pavilion grew thick with tension, the air heavy with the weight of unspoken implications.

The silence that followed was oppressive, a palpable thing that seemed to suffocate the young master, rendering him mute and helpless... It felt like the entire sky was resting on his consciousness.

Bai Lung's words had struck a chord, piercing the inflated ego and revealing the hollow shell beneath.

The sound of Yang Khan's own hubris had been silenced, replaced by the echoes of his own inadequacy.

Xiao Ling'r, beside Bai Lung, seemed a statue, her expression a mask of serenity.

She knew that the words spoken were not meant for her, but for the young master, a lesson in the futility of his boasts.

She knew very well in her heart that Young Master Bai wasn't defending her honor at all, rather he was attacking Young Master Yang's ego.

The world was full of pretenders, each trying to outdo the others in a game of one-upmanship.

But Bai Lung was a master of the game, his words a scalpel that cut through the noise, revealing the truth beneath the surface.

A grandmaster at chess, can win with the battle with presence alone.

As the silence continued, Yang Khan's eyes darted between Bai Lung and Xiao Ling'r, his mind racing with a desperate attempt to regain his lost footing.

But deep down he knew that he couldn't make a comeback.

It was too late. The damage had been done.

The words had been spoken, and the truth had been revealed.

The young master's fragile sense of self-importance had been shattered, leaving behind a trail of broken dreams and shattered illusions.

Bai Lung, meanwhile, seemed impervious to the young master's distress.

His eyes remained fixed on Yang Khan, a cold, calculating intelligence burning within their depths.

Bai Lung sure loves to pour oil into the burning fire.

After all, he was a master of the game, a virtuoso of words, and the young master was but a mere apprentice, flailing about in the darkness.

"Young Master Yang," Bai Lung's voice cut through the silence, a smooth, honeyed tone that belied the blade-sharp intellect that lay hidden beneath its surface.

"Ahem* Ahem*... I fear you misunderstand my intentions. I hold no ill will towards you or your family. My words were merely a gentle reminder of the folly of placing too much stock in worldly possessions,"

He paused, allowing his words to sink in, watching as Yang Khan's face contorted with confusion and perhaps a hint of shame.

"Though," Bai Lung added, raising a finger, "it seems we may have stumbled upon a teachable moment... Perhaps, if you are open to learning, I could impart some wisdom that might prove useful in navigating these treacherous waters... There is more to life than foolishness,"

There was a subtle shift in the atmosphere, a change in the dynamic between the two Young Masters.

For a fleeting moment, it almost seemed as though there was an opportunity for growth, for understanding to blossom amidst the chaos of their encounter.

Xiao Ling'r, sensing the shift, chose this moment to intervene, stepping forward and placing a reassuring hand on Yang Khan's shoulder, hoping to end this all.

Her voice was soft yet firm, like the touch of a feather against skin.

"Young Master Bai is indeed wise beyond his years. Perhaps it would be beneficial for you... Or rather, all of us to listen and learn from his wisdom and insight,"

Her gaze flickered briefly towards Bai Lung, a silent acknowledgment of the respect and admiration she held for him despite his 'edgy' nature towards her.

It was clear that, while she was not directly involved in the exchange, she recognized the potential value in what they were discussing... she didn't wish for a small encounter to get to the end of the bloodline for the Yang Family.

It was clear, that Yang Khan didn't take those words as friendly, tho from the surface, Young Master Bai may look mature, but he intended to provoke Yang Khan further.

This is also the reason, why she chose to speak with Yang Khan rather than Bai Lung.

Despite his rude words and thug-like introduction, Saintess didn't wish Yang Khan to meet his demise... After all, he is the only heir of the Yang Family, which means it's destined to get bloody real quick.

Not to mention, it was all because of her... She felt like dark clouds were gathering over her.

Meanwhile,

For his part, Bai Lung maintained his composure, his eyes never leaving Yang Khan's face.

There was an air of patience about him, a willingness to wait for the other man to come around...

Bai Lung knows very well about how stubborn these young masters are, they would never back down or surrender.

Yang Khan's face burned with humiliation and anger, 'This bitch... How dare she tell me what to do?'

His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, the veins standing out on his forehead. This couldn't be happening! Not to him! He was the scion of the Yang Family, destined for greatness! How dare this bum who looks like a 'lowly servant' speak to him in such a manner?

Yang Khan took a step forward, his hands balling into fists.

"You think you can just walk away from this?" he growled.

"I will not stand for this insult... Being merciful as I am, if you kowtow three times, I am willing to let this matter aside,"

Hearing this, even Ling'r took her hands from Yang Khan's shoulders as she knew very well, what was about to happen next... And as a woman, it would only be better if she just stayed silent and let it unfold.

"Oh... I refuse," Bai Lung's words came out like a knife.

"If there is anyone who should kowtow, it's you... I will give you ten breaths of time, cripple yourself,"

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