Such a Deep Grudge-Could It Be for Stealing His Wife?

"Then why didn't you make a move just now?"

Fang Chang voiced his doubts. If Liu Yemei had been lurking in the shadows, he should have acted long ago.

"Because that old bastard was still outside." Thinking of that other Da Dou Shi, Liu Yemei could not help but say, "So we have to wait for an opportunity! Wait until that old bastard isn't around. We'll have to set this trap carefully."

"Let's go back first."

Liu Yemei did not want to stay here any longer. For some reason, he had the feeling that someone was watching him, and it made him deeply uncomfortable.

"Yes!"

Fang Chang nodded. His foot discreetly traced something onto the ground before he respectfully followed Liu Yemei away.

Not long after they left, a figure appeared against the wall—it was Xiao Lang, who had supposedly departed. Looking at the word "Run" Fang Chang had left behind with his foot, he smiled. "At least you didn't leave yourself with no way out, kid."

"Why didn't Third Young Master act just now?"

At that moment, Uncle Fu also walked in and looked at Xiao Lang as he asked.

To be honest, he was finding it harder and harder to see through the Third Young Master he had watched grow up.

He had originally thought there was no need to come, but after seeing the word "Come" beneath Xiao Lang's bowl after he finished drinking, he had followed him in secret.

At first, Uncle Fu had not understood what was going on. It was not until he saw that Da Dou Shi-level assassin appear that he was utterly stunned. He had never expected Third Young Master to have noticed the other party long ago and merely chosen not to act.

"Because I haven't made enough money yet. Besides, if they want me to lower my guard, isn't there only one way to do it?" Xiao Lang smiled.

Trying to play mind games with a player? You're all still far too green.

"Just wait. Let's see if we can make a big haul." Xiao Lang grinned. While he was at it, he also wanted to screw over the Jia Lie Family.

They dared put a bounty on him, so he would let them learn the consequences of inviting wolves into their home!

"Come on, let's head back. We just need to wait for the day we close the net."

Xiao Lang smiled, not taking them seriously in the slightest. He could have simply bulldozed his way through them, but as a scumbag, he loved to toy with people he hated.

Especially when he saw that desperate look on their faces—the look that said, "How did you know?" Nothing made him happier.

At the thought, Xiao Lang's grin stretched nearly to his ears, and he let out a low, sinister chuckle that sent a chill through Uncle Fu.

Sure enough, Third Young Master's vindictive nature would never change for the rest of his life.

Anyone who provoked him was simply unlucky.

The next day.

Xiao Lang arrived at the alley again as promised. Fang Chang and the burly man came as well, but when Fang Chang saw that the word on the ground had vanished, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

Still, he introduced the man calmly on the surface. "Da Zhuang also wants to follow you, sir, so I brought him here. He's stronger than I am and knows more people than I do. It'll be easier for us to bring in more people later."

"Ding! He is lying!"

Just as Xiao Lang was putting on a false front, the system's notification sounded in his mind. He knew the system's lie-detection function had activated automatically.

Without changing expression, Xiao Lang continued, "Then how are we splitting the money?"

Seeing that Xiao Lang was not suspicious, Fang Chang was anxious inside. The burly man, however, had a barely noticeable flash of resentment in his eyes, though he wore a flattering smile as he said:

"Sir, Fang Chang and I discussed the money. Whoever brings in a friend gets that person's share."

"Friends?" Xiao Lang revealed a crafty smile. "You even screw over your friends? I like that!"

"Of course. Better a dead friend than a dead me. You call each other friends, but when trouble comes, everyone runs faster than anyone else." Fang Chang stepped forward as he spoke, but when he said "runs," his eyes visibly blinked once.

"That's right. Friends are meant to be screwed over. Didn't Fang Chang just screw me over and bring me here?" Da Zhuang shot Fang Chang a resentful look.

He had come along precisely because he was afraid Fang Chang would tip Xiao Lang off.

"Hahaha, all right. You can split these fifty thousand yourselves." Xiao Lang smiled as though he had not noticed Fang Chang's signal, then swaggered out of the alley while whistling.

"Kid, just wait to die!"

Watching Xiao Lang's retreating back, Da Zhuang narrowed his eyes and spoke viciously.

"Hm? What did you say?"

To his surprise, Xiao Lang suddenly turned around and glanced at Da Zhuang. The man was so frightened he nearly pissed himself, and he said in a panic, "I didn't say anything!"

"I clearly heard you say something about waiting to die." Xiao Lang pretended to be suspicious, then looked toward the corpse on the ground. "Looks like this person wasn't your friend. He was your enemy, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes! That kid and I had an irreconcilable grudge!" Da Zhuang hurriedly picked up the thread, never expecting Xiao Lang's hearing to be so sharp.

"Such a deep grudge—could it be for stealing your wife?" Xiao Lang glanced at the top of Da Zhuang's head. That look seemed to say nothing, yet it said everything.

"..."

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

"All right, deal with the body yourselves. I'm leaving." Xiao Lang smiled and sauntered away.

"Phew!"

Once Xiao Lang had truly gone far away, Da Zhuang finally let out a breath. Sweat poured down his head like rain; he had been scared into a cold sweat just now.

Good thing that kid wasn't very smart. Otherwise, I'd have been finished here.

Splurt!

But the next second, Da Zhuang's head was severed from his body. Blood sprayed everywhere, while his headless body remained standing.

"Useless trash. You can't accomplish anything, but you can ruin everything!"

Liu Yemei emerged from nowhere, wiping the flexible sword in his hand with a handkerchief as he looked at Da Zhuang's corpse with disgust.

"My lord!"

Fang Chang swallowed fearfully and hurriedly lowered his head.

"I hope you won't be like him, with such a loose mouth. Just do what you're supposed to do," Liu Yemei said lightly.

"Yes!"

Fang Chang lowered his head even further, allowing the blood to spray across his body.

"Clean this place up. See whether he has become suspicious. If he doesn't come, you can go die too," Liu Yemei said coldly.

"Yes, my lord!"

Fang Chang's head was nearly touching the ground.

Part of him hoped Xiao Lang would not come, while another part expected him to come.

His feelings were deeply conflicted.

After all, he did not really have any feelings for Xiao Lang. He had done everything he could.

He owed Xiao Lang nothing.

People were always like this. Before doing something bad, they found countless excuses to avoid feeling guilty. Then, in the end, they forgot what they had done.

"This is..."

While Fang Chang was cleaning up, he discovered two words buried beneath the dust: Don't worry.

There was too much dust on the ground. Without cleaning it, he would never have seen them, and he finally understood why his own writing had disappeared.

But he abruptly raised his head, his face filled with shock:

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