On Hanqiao Street, beneath the cold, quiet night sky, a group of Will-o'-the-Wisp Youth gathered.
Inside the white G-Wagon, Zhuang Jianhui watched the cocky young punk outside the window. The guy held a steel pipe and leisurely tapped it against the glass. At that moment, Zhuang Jianhui's arm inexplicably began to ache.
Zhuang Jianhui rolled down the window, his handsome face showing sincere apology. "Brother, sorry about that. We didn't see the road clearly just now."
As soon as he spoke, Wei Zishan cried out, "Brother Hui, you?"
She could hardly believe that what she was seeing was real.
It would have been one thing if he had simply ignored them, but Zhuang Jianhui had actually backed down. That was far beyond Wei Zishan's expectations.
Compared to the sharp-edged Zhuang Jianhui from the government compound in Ancheng when they were younger, this version of him was far too easygoing.
He had actually backed down to some lowly punk...
The short, stocky young man saw that the people in the car were absurdly young—and extremely handsome. He froze for a moment, then curled his lips in disdain. People who acted so high and mighty still had to bow their heads before him? His spirits soared as he swaggeringly lectured them, "Heh heh, use your damn brains next time. Don't honk whenever you feel like it!"
Zhuang Jianhui said, "Yes, yes, yes."
Seeing that they did not dare resist, the young man immediately found it boring. He added, "If you'd run into someone with a worse temper, your car would've been smashed. Remember this—I'm teaching you how to conduct yourselves."
After saying that, the short, stocky young man carried his steel pipe and strutted back.
"Fuck..." Wei Zishan had never suffered such humiliation. She raised her hand, about to point at him.