Such Deep Hatred, Could It Be the Hatred of Stealing a Wife?

"Then why didn't you make a move earlier?"

Fang Chang asked his question, thinking that if Liu Yemei had been in hiding, he would have acted long ago.

"Because that old guy was still outside." Liu Yemei thought of the other Dou Grandmaster and couldn't help but say, "So, we have to wait for an opportunity! When that old guy isn't around, we'll have to set a good trap."

"Let's go back first."

Liu Yemei didn't want to stay here any longer. For some reason, he had a feeling of being spied on, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Yes!"

Fang Chang nodded, wrote something on the ground without leaving a trace, and respectfully followed Liu Yemei.

Not long after they left, a figure appeared on the wall. It was Xiao Lang, who had already left. He looked at the word "escape" written on Fang Chang's feet and smiled, "Consider yourself lucky, kid, you didn't paint yourself into a corner."

"Why didn't Third Young Master make a move earlier?"

Just then, Uncle Fu also walked in and asked Xiao Lang.

To be honest, he was increasingly unable to see through his Third Young Master, whom he had watched grow up.

Because he had thought he shouldn't have come, but after seeing the word "come" at the bottom of the bowl after the Third Young Master finished his drink, he had been secretly following.

At first, he didn't know what was going on until he saw the Dou Grandmaster-level assassin appear. He was taken aback. He hadn't expected that the Third Young Master had already noticed the other party but was simply waiting.

"Because I haven't made enough money yet. Besides, if you want me to let my guard down, there's only one way, right?" Xiao Lang smiled.

Playing mind games with Neptune? You guys are still too green.

"Just wait and see if we can make a big score." Xiao Lang smiled, his lips curling upwards. He also wanted to set up the Jia Lie Family.

How dare they put a bounty on him? He would let them taste the consequences of inviting a wolf into the fold!

"Let's go, let's go back. We'll wait for the day we cast the net."

Xiao Lang smiled, completely unfazed by the other party. He could have directly crushed them, but as a scumbag, he just liked to toy with those he disliked.

Especially seeing the desperate look of "How did you know?" on their faces, he felt incredibly satisfied.

Thinking of this, Xiao Lang couldn't help but grin from ear to ear, letting out a low chuckle. Uncle Fu felt a chill run down his spine.

As expected, the Third Young Master's vengeful nature would never change.

Whoever offended him was simply unlucky.

The next day.

Xiao Lang arrived at the alley as scheduled. Fang Chang and the burly man also arrived. When Fang Chang saw that the writing on the ground was gone, he broke out in a cold sweat.

But on the surface, he introduced, "Da Zhuang also wants to follow you, so I brought him along. His strength is greater than mine, and he knows more people, which will make it easier to bring more people in the future."

"Ding! He is lying!"

As Xiao Lang was feigning politeness, a system prompt sounded in his mind. Xiao Lang knew that the system's lie detection function had been automatically activated.

Xiao Lang's expression remained unchanged, and he continued, "Then how will the money be divided?"

Seeing that Xiao Lang didn't suspect him, Fang Chang was extremely anxious. However, a hint of imperceptible resentment flashed in the burly man's eyes, while he put on a fawning smile and said, "Sir, regarding the money, Fang Chang and I have discussed it. Whoever brings their friends will get that share of the money."

"Friends?" Xiao Lang revealed a cunning smile upon hearing this. "I like to betray my friends!"

"That's right. After all, it's better for a fellow Taoist to die than for oneself. They say they're friends, but when trouble arises, they run faster than anyone." Fang Chang stepped forward and said, but his eyes clearly blinked when he said the word "run."

"Exactly, friends are meant to be betrayed. Wasn't I brought here by Fang Chang?" Da Zhuang glanced at Fang Chang with a resentful look.

His purpose in coming was to prevent Fang Chang from tipping them off.

"Hahaha, alright, then you guys can split this fifty thousand yourselves." Xiao Lang laughed, seemingly oblivious to Fang Chang's hint, and swaggered out of the alley, whistling.

"Kid, just wait for your death!"

Looking at Xiao Lang's retreating back, Da Zhuang narrowed his eyes and said sinisterly.

"Hmm? What did you say?"

Unexpectedly, Xiao Lang suddenly turned around and glanced at Da Zhuang. The latter was so scared that he almost peed himself, and he said in a panic, "I didn't say anything?"

"I clearly heard you say 'wait for your death,' didn't I?" Xiao Lang pretended to be suspicious, then looked at the corpse on the ground, "It seems this person wasn't your friend, but your enemy, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes! This kid and I have an irreconcilable hatred!" Da Zhuang quickly followed his lead, not expecting the other party's hearing to be so sharp.

"Such deep hatred, could it be the hatred of having your woman stolen?" Xiao Lang glanced at Da Zhuang's head. His gaze seemed to say nothing, yet it conveyed everything.

"……"

Da Zhuang's mouth twitched, but he could only nod in agreement.

"Alright, you guys deal with the body. I'm leaving." Xiao Lang smiled and walked away casually.

"Whoosh!"

Seeing that Xiao Lang had truly left this time, Da Zhuang let out a sigh of relief, sweat pouring down his forehead. He had been scared out of his wits just now.

Fortunately, this kid wasn't very clever, otherwise, he would have fallen for it.

Poof!

But in the next second, Da Zhuang's head was directly severed, blood spraying everywhere, his body still standing motionless.

"Useless trash, you can't accomplish anything and only make things worse!"

Liu Yemei appeared from nowhere, wiping the soft sword in his hand with a handkerchief, looking at Da Zhuang's corpse with disgust.

"Sir!"

Fang Chang saw this, swallowed in fear, and quickly lowered his head.

"I hope you won't be like him, with so many words. Just do your job," Liu Yemei said lightly.

"Yes!"

Fang Chang lowered his head even further, letting the blood spray onto himself.

"Clean this place up. See if the other party has become suspicious. If they don't come, you can die too," Liu Yemei said coldly.

"Yes, sir!"

Fang Chang's head was almost touching the ground.

He hoped Xiao Lang wouldn't come, yet he also expected him to.

This feeling was very conflicted.

Because he truly had no feelings for Xiao Lang, and he had done everything he was supposed to.

He didn't owe the other party anything.

People are always like this, before doing bad things, they always find many, many excuses for themselves to alleviate their guilt, and then later they forget what they did.

"This is..."

As Fang Chang was cleaning, he discovered two words buried beneath the dust: "Rest assured."

It was just that there was too much dust on the floor. If he didn't clean it, he wouldn't be able to see it at all, and he finally understood why the words had disappeared for him.

But he suddenly looked up, his expression filled with shock:

"How did he know I would clean this place?"