With a bang, the lighter sparked crisply.
After calling the police and notifying the classmates working under him to come help ride over and buy food, Wang Yan took out a Huazi, lit one for himself, and started smoking. Watching the Bentley at the mouth of the alley drive away, he went over to question the grimacing punk sprawled on the ground.
"Was it that bastard who paid you to come after me? Talk!"
"Yes! Big brother, he paid us." After taking a slap to the face, the punk's sense of brotherhood had been slapped right out of him.
"How much?"
"One thousand per person."
This time, the punk answered readily. Once a person gave up their principles, they gave them up completely—they could never pick them back up again. Once a bottom line had been crossed, there was no bottom line left to speak of.
Wang Yan walked over to Xi Cheng and stepped on his ankle. "That Bentley just now looked like it belonged to one of your people. Looking at your sorry ass, you don't seem like someone who could come up with ten thousand yuan. Did the Bentley give you the money? I'm guessing they paid more than a thousand per person to have them beat me up this time, and you must've skimmed quite a bit for yourself. Clear something up for me, will you? When did a poor student like me offend that Bentley?"
"Heh... scared now?"
Xi Cheng grimaced in pain, yet still let out a cold laugh. "So you're not that badass after all. You got scared just from seeing a car? Let me tell you, that was Gu Yuan, Gu Li's boyfriend. Understand now?"
"You're a good man." Wang Yan put a little more pressure on his ankle and waved the