Chapter Fifty-One: Symmetry on Both Sides

"Bastard! You little wretch! What did you do?" Tang Chengli's hands trembled as he roared at Qin Tian.

Just moments ago, Tang Chengli had been squatting behind a horse, scrutinizing a completely imaginary wound on its leg. Suddenly, the horse let out a fart and, to his utter misfortune, expelled a pile of dung right onto him.

Tang Chengli was on the verge of a breakdown; his face was now smeared with horse droppings—disgusting beyond measure.

"I didn't do anything. If the horse wants to fart and relieve itself, it's not like I can control it," Qin Tian shrugged.

Tang Chengli paused to consider it, realizing Qin Tian's words made sense. How could anyone possibly control a horse's bodily functions? Unless Qin Tian could somehow communicate with the animal.

As a matter of fact, Qin Tian could—but Tang Chengli was none the wiser.

"Kid! I won't let you off so easily! You just wait!" With a harsh threat, Tang Chengli stormed off, covering his face. He needed a shower immediately; he simply couldn't stand it any longer.

Huang Yuquan and Deng Taihe exchanged glances, then shot Qin Tian a fierce glare and left as well.

"That was... truly satisfying!" Shen Xiaoqing still hadn't recovered from the shock of the scene.

"Evil always gets its comeuppance!" Jiang Yingying waved her tiny fist, utterly delighted.

"Hahaha!" Qin Tian gently stroked the horse's neck. Tang Chengli had received a small lesson; if he continued to act without sense, Qin Tian would not hesitate to be harsher.

"Let's get ready. The race starts in half an hour," Jiang Yingying nodded.

There were twenty horses in this competition. Tang Yiliu of Tiantang Group, Huang Qinhui from Bodhi Society, Jiang Zhengye of Imperial Grand Stud, and Deng Jiachen from Fly Media each had a horse in the race.

The three made their way to the racetrack. Qin Tian left his horse in the waiting area, then joined the two women for a stroll in the stands.

"The race is about to begin—you really aren't staying with your horse?" Jiang Yingying asked, a little worried.

"Why worry? Victory is certain," Qin Tian replied calmly.

"Are you sure?" Jiang Yingying's expression was skeptical. She'd witnessed Qin Tian's uncanny abilities, but couldn't help feeling anxious—after all, the fate of the Jiang Group was at stake.

"Trust me," Qin Tian flashed her a reassuring glance.

Jiang Yingying could only put her faith in him.

Qin Tian looked up at the audience and noticed, aside from the Chinese crowd, quite a few foreigners: from the United States, the United Kingdom, France, Russia, and more. Clearly, Imperial Grand Stud had turned this into an international event.

It was Qin Tian's first time seeing so many people from different countries; curiosity got the better of him and he took a few extra glances.

In doing so, he spotted a foreigner who looked strikingly familiar, though he couldn't recall where he'd seen him before. Qin Tian guessed he must be some celebrity from abroad—he rarely paid attention to the news, so famous faces never stuck with him for long.

While Qin Tian was observing the audience, a figure suddenly blocked his view. He looked up and saw Tang Chengli, now dressed in fresh clothes.

"Hey, already done with your shower? Did you get clean?" Qin Tian teased.

"You little brat, I'm going to kill you!" Tang Chengli, who had been hiding his hand behind his back, suddenly pulled out an iron rod.

Qin Tian was startled—he hadn't expected Tang Chengli to go so far as to attack him in public.

Bang!

Qin Tian dodged, and the iron rod slammed into a seat, cracking the plastic chair.

Tang Chengli missed and swung again; Qin Tian dodged once more, and the iron rod dented the metal railing.

"Enough, that's quite enough," Qin Tian called out, frowning.

But Tang Chengli paid no heed and continued to brandish the iron rod wildly.

"Aren't you so arrogant? Aren't you so clever? Why don't you show off now?" Tang Chengli yelled as he swung, repeating his taunts.

The commotion drew the attention of many in the crowd. They watched on, entertained—after all, the race wouldn't start for another ten minutes, and here was a lively spectacle to enjoy.

Some even cheered, eager for drama—truly, nothing delights a crowd like chaos.

"What's going on down there? Why is it so rowdy?" At the very top of the stands, in a glass-enclosed VIP section, a foreign guest inquired.

Standing beside him was Jiang Zhengye, chairman of Imperial Group. Behind Jiang, Tang Yiliu from Tiantang Group, Deng Jiachen from Fly Media, and Huang Qinhui from Bodhi Society all waited.

"My apologies, Mr. Griffin. I'll take care of this," Jiang Zhengye said, his face full of regret.

This guest was Griffin Wade, a member of the Griffin family—one of Europe's foremost dynasties.

Jiang Zhengye had gone to great lengths to invite Griffin Wade. If he could please him, he might secure lucrative international contracts, elevating Imperial Group to new heights.

"Old Tang, looks like that's your son," Huang Qinhui remarked, sharp-eyed enough to recognize Tang Chengli.

Tang Yiliu narrowed his eyes. It was indeed his son.

"That little rascal! Always causing trouble!" Tang Yiliu cursed and promptly left the VIP section, heading toward Qin Tian and the others.

Meanwhile, Qin Tian was nearly pushed off the edge of the stands by Tang Chengli.

"Tang Chengli! Don’t push me!" Qin Tian squinted at the spoiled heir, who seemed determined to stir up trouble.

"Push you? What’s the problem? Are you even brave enough to fight back?" Tang Chengli, seeing Qin Tian only dodging, assumed he wouldn't dare retaliate, so grew even more aggressive.

But Qin Tian was not one to back down—not even for the king of heaven himself.

To prove his mettle, Qin Tian punched Tang Chengli squarely in the eye, leaving him with a black eye.

"Symmetry looks better!" Qin Tian quipped.

Tang Chengli, stunned, barely processed what had happened before Qin Tian landed another punch on his other eye.

"There, now it's balanced."

Watching Tang Chengli stumble in a daze, Qin Tian clapped his hands with satisfaction. The pair of panda eyes was his handiwork, and he was quite pleased.

After a moment, Tang Chengli regained his senses, furious. He waved his hand, summoning several henchmen, who quickly surrounded Qin Tian, each wielding an iron club and banging them menacingly against their palms.

"Do you think Qin Tian will be alright?" Shen Xiaoqing asked anxiously, and Jiang Yingying frowned, worried that Qin Tian might be hurt and unable to compete in the race.