chapter 11 Can you put the gun away?

Matthew Zhao glanced out of the window. A Maybach was parked at the front, followed by two black Audis. He checked the license plate of the Maybach and exclaimed, "95995, oh, does this license plate mean proclaiming oneself as the honour of nine-five?"
"Matthew Zhao, when Ethan Luo arrives, don't say anything. Just listen to me, got it," William Chen advised, and sure enough, Ethan Luo saw her friend's post and came directly with his entourage.
"You're setting me up, aren't you?" Matthew Zhao chuckled. Indeed, beautiful girlfriends always have their tricks, especially city women.
"Otherwise, do you think any random guy can stay in my house? Anyway, I'm in trouble and you have to help. Now is the time for you to step up," William Chen said with a touch of pride.
"Alright, you make a point. I'll follow your lead," Matthew Zhao smirked. She truly was the young lady of the Chen family. When she got assertive, she could be quite self-absorbed. Well, it's not so bad, he'll reluctantly accept.
Ethan Luo, wearing a stern expression, swiftly entered the restaurant with eight burly bodyguards.
"Damn, it's really Young Master Luo."
"William Chen and that guy should be on the second floor. I knew it, I saw a beauty earlier and she looked familiar. Turns out it was William Chen."
"That guy has some nerve, daring to pursue William Chen. Isn't he afraid of getting beaten to death by Ethan Luo?"
Once Ethan Luo entered the restaurant, he glanced at everyone and coldly said, "Everyone shut up, none of your business here."
"Up to the second floor."
Ethan Luo swiftly led his entourage upstairs. Sure enough, he saw William Chen and Matthew Zhao, both happily chatting over a meal.
New grudges added to old resentments, and Ethan Luo's eyes turned red.
He thought that after his uncle rose to become the bank president, William Chen would come crawling back to him, begging for forgiveness. But instead, she berated him and even brought Matthew Zhao, a country bumpkin, to dinner. That alone was tolerable, but then she posted it on her social media. Wasn't this a deliberate mockery of him, Ethan Luo?
If William Chen had a meal with an impressive man, it would be one thing, but what was Matthew Zhao? Just a country bumpkin, tending to pigs and sheep. Did he deserve to dine with William Chen?
This time, he brought enough muscle to intimidate Matthew Zhao.
"William Chen, you really know how to play. Dining here with a country bumpkin, aren't you afraid of being mocked by your social circle?" Ethan Luo walked quickly to where they were, looking down at them.
"Who I eat with is none of your business. Even if it's a pig, it's still my business," William Chen retorted coldly. That's just her personality; she doesn't yield to threats.
"If you don't want to die, get lost," Ethan Luo snapped at Matthew Zhao, "You're just a country bumpkin. You've never had this kind of luxurious meal, all you know is eating, eating, eating."
"I'm not a ball. I'm not rolling away," Matthew Zhao said with a hint of grievance. "And, don't talk to me. William said I shouldn't say too much."
"Ethan Luo, there's nothing else. You can leave now. Don't interfere with me and Matthew Zhao's meal. Also, please don't go around saying that I'm your woman, or that I'm your family's daughter-in-law."
"I value my dignity."
Matthew Zhao wanted to laugh, but he held it in.
He didn't expect William to have such a cute and clever side.
Ethan Luo clenched his fist tightly, veins bulging. This was a great humiliation. William Chen would rather have a meal with a country bumpkin than speak a word to him.
"Now, get out of my sight."
Ethan Luo reached out, and immediately, a bodyguard handed him a gun.
Ethan Luo pointed the gun at Matthew Zhao's temple.
"Ethan Luo, are you out of your mind?" William Chen gasped, intending to get Ethan Luo to stop bothering her. She used Matthew Zhao as a shield, but Ethan Luo actually pulled out a gun, shocking her.
"Wow, guns are prohibited in Xia Country. Aren't only law enforcement officers allowed to carry them? You're really something, being rich," Matthew Zhao said, unfazed, with a cheeky smile.
"Matthew Zhao, shut up," William Chen commanded. She was genuinely afraid that Ethan Luo might impulsively shoot Matthew Zhao. With the power and influence of the Luo family, if they really shot Matthew Zhao, Ethan Luo going to prison would be no different from going to the backyard of his own home.
Ethan Luo sneered, "Matthew Zhao, scared? Thought you were a martial arts expert? Give me a little show, show me how you dodge, daring to steal my woman, what kind of joke are you?"
Last time in William Chen's office, he was ruthlessly humiliated by Matthew Zhao. This time, he had a gun. He intended to return the humiliation a hundredfold.
"Now, crawl under my crotch."
Ethan Luo stood with his legs wide apart, exuding an air of arrogance.
"Ethan Luo, don't go too far," William Chen rebuked. This Ethan Luo had no regard for rules.
"I feel sorry for you. We only met today, William Chen, you're really something." Ethan Luo was furious, burning with jealousy.
"You..." Now William Chen didn't dare to act rashly. If Ethan Luo actually fired the gun, Matthew Zhao would be finished. She only wanted to use Matthew Zhao, not see him killed.
"When I left the mountain, my master said, 'When you're out, take some hits and you'll be blessed.' I think it's true. You threatened and cursed at me, and I just let it slide. But you insulted my future wife before we even got married, and that's something I can't tolerate. Having a gun is impressive, but it depends on whose hands it's in."
With that, Matthew Zhao moved.