Chapter 223: Teaching Young Master Wang A Lesson (1/2)

Dali and I walked out the gates of the school to look for a barbecue stall. Halfway through our meal, a few vans suddenly accelerated up the street and came to a screeching halt. I had a bad feeling about this.

A group of long-haired burly men covered in tattoos jumped out of the van, the earrings on their ears gleaming under the streetlamp. They crossed the street and sauntered towards us, frightening Dali so much that a mutton skewer fell out his open mouth. ”Dude, are these gangsters? I think they’re looking for us.”

The other customers at the barbecue stall ran away in fright. Someone took out a photo, glanced at me and then looked at the photo again. Loud whispers circulated among the gang. It seemed Dali was right–they were coming for me.

Dali urged me to run but I leisurely took a bite out of my mutton skewer and said, ”Don’t worry!”

”Fuck, how are you still so calm?!” yelled Dali in wide-eyed shock.

I wasn’t calm at all but I knew I couldn’t outrun them. Besides, I had Song Xingchen by my side. If they so much as touched a hair on my head, Song Xingchen would definitely deal with them.

Right then, a long-haired man wearing sunglasses boldly plopped into the seat opposite me and fiddled with the photograph in his hand. It was a picture of me in school that had been secretly taken. ”Dude, that’s you, right?” he asked.

“Yes!” I nodded.

The long-haired man grabbed a mutton skewer, munching on it as he spoke. ”Sorry, someone paid us to cripple one of your legs. Are you going to cooperate or should we beat you so hard you can't move and then cut off your leg?”

This was probably the first time I had ever seen gangsters behaving so reasonably. But his attitude didn’t surprise me. After all, they had no enmity with me and only targeted me because of money.

Dali pointed at himself and asked, ”Does this involve me?”

The long-haired man merely cast a dismissive look at Dali and ignored him.

”Who hired you?” I asked.

”Do you think I would reveal that? Once I receive the money, I make sure to get the job done. We have to be professional in this line of work.”

Then, he hooked a finger and his subordinate immediately handed over a bottle of Erguotou. ”You can empty this bottle and suffer less when we chop off your leg later,” he said, slamming the bottle of alcohol on the table. “Don’t blame us for being rude if you don't cooperate!”

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a man sitting at the edge of the stall, drinking bubble tea instead of eating skewers at a barbecue stall. Who else could it be but Song Xingchen?

Having him here was a huge reassurance. ”We aren’t enemies,” I fearlessly argued. “You’re still a young man. Are you sure you want to be disabled when you have your whole life ahead of you? You better leave now!”

”Oh, aren’t you a brave one?!” He seemed excited by my provocation. “Come out. I don't want to start fighting at someone else’s stall. If we destroy the place, it’ll only affect their business!”

How rare it was to see such an honest and straightforward gangster!

Of course, I remained where I was. The long-haired man was about to stretch out a hand to lift me from my seat when a Lamborghini suddenly fled down the street. It was going so fast I thought it might crash into the barbecue stall.

The gangsters turned their attention to the Lamborghini, eyes fixed on the car that stopped abruptly in front of us. Out jumped an angry Baldy who marched straight towards the long-haired man and greeted him with a crisp slap on the face. ”What the hell are you doing Baldy-ge?” he asked.

”That slap was nothing! I wish I could stab you right now! ” Baldy shot a fierce glare at him and continued slapping the others. ”You, you and you! Always giving me trouble!” he fumed.

His subordinates were very obedient, not flinching even when they were slapped sideways. Soon, Baldy’s hand turned red from slapping the entire gang. He walked over and bowed respectfully. ”Song-ge, I apologize for my boys’ lack of discipline. I’m sorry you had to see this.”

The long-haired man couldn’t believe his eyes. ”Baldy-ge, you know this kid?” he asked.

”Where are your manners? Call him Song-ge!” Baldy gave him another resounding slap, leaving a palm print on the man's left and right cheeks. I almost felt a little sympathetic for the poor fellow. Dali, on the other hand, was rooted to the spot from shock.

As it turned out, the long-haired man was one of Baldy’s subordinates. When Baldy heard that he had taken on a private job to cripple me, Baldy quickly came to the rescue. Fortunately, he had come in time.