"Daddy, how could you be like that? Fan is Mu-Cheng's husband too, so he's also related to us. Are you really going to leave him in the lurch?" asked Lu Wen-Jing in a miserable voice as she looked at her father with bloodshot eyes.
But Lu Ming-Ze wasn't buying this.
"It's not that I don't want to help him. But he doesn't know what's good for himself and he's not worth my help," replied Lu Ming-Ze in a sarcastic voice. He was clearly displeased with Ye Fan.
This country bumpkin wasn't capable of doing anything but he still refused to humble himself and ask for help, as if others were rushing to help him or something.
Lu Ming-Ze wasn't Ye Fan's father, so he wasn't going to help Ye Fan!
"Humph! If you're not going to help, fine. I'm going to help him," retorted Lu Wen-Jing angrily as she got up to get out of the bus.
But of course Lu Ming-Ze couldn't let her go alone. "Alright, alright. I really lose to you."
"I'll go and help him, alright? I don't know how this fellow has bewitched you. Why do you bother being so nice to a live-in son-in-law?"
Lu Ming-Ze gave in and couldn't convince his daughter otherwise, so he had to go down and help Ye Fan.
By the time Lu Ming-Ze alighted, Ye Fan was already surrounded by many men.
Wang Er-Dao had a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he leaned against the car door and looked the young man in front of him up and down.
"You're Ye Fan? You're really not afraid of dying, eh? I told you to come out and you really did. I thought you might be so scared that you would have forgotten how to walk," said Wang Er-Dao as he laughed and shook his head.
But Ye Fan just stuffed his hands into his pant pockets and replied calmly, "These men aren't enough to scare me.”
Say that again?
"Punk! You're going to die and you still dare to be this arrogant? No wonder you end up offending others!"
After hearing Ye Fan's response, Wang Er-Dao immediately frowned and the smile on his face became sinister.
He lost all patience and spat out the cigarette in his mouth, then smashed it angrily under his shoe.
The sizzling sound of the cigarette being put out sounded like the rocks getting smashed. It resounded loudly in the quietness of the night.
"Punk, tell me now, how do you want to die? Do you want to end it yourself or you prefer us to do it?" Wang Er-Dao's icy voice rang out after a long period of silence.
But just at this moment, a hearty laughter could be heard coming from the bus.
"What a small world. I didn't expect to see Master Wang in Yunzhou," said Lu Ming-Ze as he smiled and walked out of the bus. Lu Wen-Jing followed behind him.
Wang Er-Dao was equally surprised. "My goodness, isn't this Mr Lu?"
"Mr Lu is usually so busy! How did you find time to come to Yunzhou? And why are you squeezing on a filthy bus with these lowlifes?”
Wang Er-Dao also smiled back since he saw a familiar face.
Actually, Wang Er-Dao and Lu Ming-Ze weren't really friends or anything. They just had a few business dealings.
Wang Er-Dao was the one in charge of a martial arts school in Jingzhou, and he had a few dozen good fighters under him. Lu Ming-Ze was in business, so it was inevitable that some hooligans would come and make trouble for his company now and then. Trying to charge these hooligans wasn't very effective, but getting those martial artists to beat them up made those hooligans behave better.
And that was why Lu Ming-Ze's company had worked together with Wang Er-Dao's martial arts school a few times, so that's how they got to know one another.
"I just came to Yunzhou to visit some relatives. You know, even if I'm busy, I should come and visit them now and then, don't you think so?" said Lu Ming-Ze as he offered Wang Er-Dao a cigarette.
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