Zhou Leng glanced at Jiang Yan and said, "I don’t know about tea ceremonies, but I want a guarantee that from now on, whether it’s Jiang Yan or Tao Bing, they’ll be respectful and polite when they see us."
Tu Rong and the others’ faces darkened, but they still had to bend down to offer tea.
Just then, over twenty people jogged over from a distance, their footsteps echoing on the stone pavement.
"Tu Rong! Is Tu Rong here? I heard from a friend that you’re surrounded?"
The people on this side slowly moved over, standing behind Zhou Leng and Xue Chengsong.
The doorway of Club 797’s main entrance was dimly lit.
Seven injured people stood in the middle, Zhou Leng and his group on the left, over twenty people on the right.
The leader had a Mohawk hairstyle, the sides of his head shaved clean, the hair in the middle sticking up like a rooster’s comb.
He wore a leather vest, revealing his scar-covered muscular arms.
He was about to curse when he saw Xue Chengsong and frowned.
Tu Rong walked over and whispered to him about what had happened.
Xue Chengsong looked indifferent and said to Zhou Leng, "His name’s Yu Baocheng, a tough guy under Yan Fenggang. But other than that, not much. My dad said, except for Yan Fenggang, no one else matters."
Some people behind him rolled their eyes; that’s your dad. Anyone else seeing Yu Baocheng would call him Brother Yu.
After listening, Yu Baocheng cursed, lowered his head, then raised it again. He lightly stroked his Mohawk with his right hand and walked to the front.
"Let’s hear from a spokesperson." Yu Baocheng scanned the crowd, raising his chin.
Zhou Leng stepped forward, unhesitatingly.
"Go ahead," Zhou Leng said.
Yu Baocheng sneered and said, "We’re under the Five Tigers of Shuizhou, Yan Fenggang. In my opinion, we can’t let this slide. But my brother Tu Rong respects Principal Lu and doesn’t want to pursue it. I suggest we both take a step back and let it be." Get full chapters from 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝓷𝓮𝓽
Some of the people behind Zhou Leng looked surprised, not expecting Yu Baocheng to let it go so easily; it was a bit rare.
Zhou Leng’s expression softened and he said, "To be fair, you’ve shown sincerity; we haven’t suffered a loss, so there’s no need to continue. I don’t know about others, but Jiang Yan has just been Demon Contaminated, who knows what he’ll do in the future?"
Pointing at Jiang Yan, Zhou Leng continued, "We can’t have him messing with my friends every time, me stepping in each time, and then it just ending . Or, you, as the spokesperson, give your word that Jiang Yan will never bother Hu Yi again."
Yu Baocheng tilted his head, sizing up Zhou Leng, then looked at Jiang Yan and Tu Rong.
Tu Rong said helplessly, "I’ve known Jiang Yan and them since we were kids, many years of friendship."
Yu Baocheng said, "Tu Rong, it’s not that I, Brother Yu, am afraid of taking responsibility. If it were you, I’d handle it directly. But for Jiang Yan, I have no reason to guarantee anything. Find someone else who can take responsibility."
Tu Rong smiled bitterly and said, "Where can I find someone as loyal as you, big brother?"
Suddenly, Xue Chengsong’s watch vibrated lightly. He answered it, said "Dad," then adjusted to listening mode and walked a bit away.
The crowd waited quietly.
Not long after, Xue Chengsong returned, smiling broadly. He glanced at Yu Baocheng, and suddenly kicked Jiang Yan in the face.
Jiang Yan hadn’t been on guard at all. He screamed in pain, fell to the ground clutching his face, and looked in fright at Xue Chengsong.
"What do you mean by this?" Yu Baocheng asked angrily.
Xue Chengsong smiled and said, "My dad said, either kneel and offer tea, or the grudge stands under Xue’s."
Yu Baocheng’s face changed dramatically, and he said, "Alright!"
After that, Yu Baocheng turned around to make a phone call.
Before long, Yu Baocheng came back, his face grim as he looked at Xue Chengsong, and said, "Our boss has accepted this grudge!"
Jiang Yan, Tao Bing, and Tu Rong’s faces turned ashen; if they’d known it would escalate , they wouldn’t have rashly hit Hu Yi.
Xue Chengsong laughed heartily and said, "Let my dad chat with your boss. Thanks to Zhou Leng for bringing us all together. Let’s go grab some late-night snacks, my treat."
Xue Chengsong put his arm around Zhou Leng’s shoulder and they left in droves, with about thirty or forty people.
Tu Rong said in a low voice, "Brother Yu, it’s not worth it, I might as well offer tea."
Yu Baocheng said, "Xue’s took a hit from us secretly, they want to use this to regain face. Brother Yan’s not afraid of them, so if they want a grudge, we’ll take it; it’s not the first time we’ve clashed."
"Sigh, I’ll go apologize to the boss."
"This matter is already separate from you, but you still need to mention it to the boss. After all, recently Brother Hu got into trouble and won’t be out until tomorrow."
"What? Brother Hu got into trouble?"
"Otherwise, why do you think Xue Tongming dares to take up a grudge over something so small? Brother Hu’s younger brother, Tian Wenbao, died, reportedly caught practicing Demon Skill."
Jiang Yan’s heart skipped a beat.
For some reason, the scene of Zhou Leng wearing rubber gloves grabbing his neck reappeared before his eyes.
He was just an unremarkable butcher, but that simple move almost made me piss myself.
Could Tian Wenbao’s death have anything to do with Zhou Leng?
Dragon Bay Community.
Four youths with cigarettes in their mouths entered Building 2, Unit 1, climbed to the seventh floor, and stood at the door of 701.
Someone raised a fist and knocked on the door.
"Is Zhou Leng there? Food delivery."
After knocking for a while, that person stopped.
One of them looked at the door lock, took out a lock-picking tool.
The person pushed the door open and the other three followed inside.
Someone shone a phone for light, pressed all the switches by the door.
Click... click... click...
The lights in Zhou Leng’s house gradually illuminated.
"He should not be home."
The four of them looked around together, one person glanced at the digital photo album.
"Huh? That person is Ma Xingkong."
"Ma Xingkong? I think I heard about him when I was a kid."
"He was a famous figure on the internet back then, what a pity. He went to Eighth Middle School back in the day, that woman looks like she might be his sister or something, and that little boy must be Zhou Leng..."
The person said while taking out a phone, compared it to a photo ID of Zhou Leng in the Martial Mansion, and said, "It matches Zhou Leng."
Then, he took a picture of the digital photo album.
"Let’s wait for him."
The four walked towards the sofa; the door of 702 opened.
Li Linhan walked to the door of 701 and looked inside.
"You guys are friends of Zhou Leng?" Li Linhan asked expressionlessly.
"Yes, uncle, we’re friends of Zhou Leng."
"How come I’ve never seen you before?" Li Linhan asked.
"This is the first time we’re visiting his place."
Li Linhan responded with an "oh," slowly saying, "He must have given you a key, a door card, or the code."
"We came in using the code," one person said with a smile.
Li Linhan coldly glanced at the four people and said, "Then tell me the code."
The four exchanged looks and stood up in unison, walking to the entrance.
The leader leaned against the doorframe, looking down at Li Linhan a head shorter than him, and smiled, "Uncle, what do you mean?"
Li Linhan backed to his own doorway, remaining calm.
"Huh?" The leading youth turned his head to look at his three friends, all four laughed.
The four of them walked out together.
The leader walked up to Li Linhan, stopped half a step away, bowed his head, and smiled condescendingly, "So we came over, can you..."
Li Linhan’s right hand whipped up like the wind, grabbed the left side of the person’s head, and slammed it into the wall.
The wall vibrated, the wall paint cracked, and white dust fell flurries.
The person tilted, slumping to the floor, eyes dazed, the violent impact concussing him, causing temporary physical dysfunction.
Li Linhan lunged forward, lifted his right hand, grabbed one person’s head, and smashed it into the wall.
It felt like the whole building was shaking.