"Little Vajra."
The white-haired young man's face lit up. He had officially joined the regular ranks now.
Let's see who dared call him a little thug from now on. This was called being a hired hand!
"Thank you, Young Master Jiang."
"Come on, work hard. There'll be bread, and there'll be milk too."
Jiang Cheng rubbed his nose, suddenly feeling like a pyramid scheme boss.
The other seven looked at White Hair with envy. This was practically a salted fish turning its life around.
"You're all the same. I, Jiang Cheng, won't mistreat any of my brothers."
"Thank you, Young Master Jiang."
They were deeply moved. Wherever they went before, people had always looked down on them, yet now the eldest young master of the Jiang Family was calling them brothers.
Mom, I've made something of myself!
A gentleman would die for one who understood him. From today onward, they would shed blood for Young Master Jiang.
Jiang Cheng was extremely satisfied. After all, these guys would be doing manual labor in a while, and injuries were inevitable.
This wasn't PUA. This was pre-battle mobilization!
A Long's eyes widened in admiration.
He was still far behind Young Master Jiang. Those little verbal tricks were so smooth.
He had to write them down quickly. This was valuable experience.
Over the past few days, Jiang Cheng had secretly had Ye Bufan's daily routine thoroughly investigated.
Every day, he ate at exactly twelve, spent ten minutes in the bathroom, then went downstairs to bask in the sun.
At that time, the Lin Family's bodyguards would not be by his side.
All he could say was, as expected of the Protagonist, his routine was incredibly regular!
Near noon,
Jiang Cheng called Yang Yongxin and glanced down at his wristwatch.
"Move out!"
Meanwhile, in the hospital room,
Ye Bufan lay on the bed, occasionally snacking on fruit. Life was truly comfortable and leisurely.
For a moment, Ye Bufan felt as though he had returned to his carefree days on Tianshan.
Thinking of running beneath the sunset that day—that had been his lost youth!
Ptooey, ptooey~
Ye Bufan shook his head.
He was not some useless wastrel like Jiang Cheng. How could he be so decadent?
Once he was discharged, the first thing he would do was wipe out the Jiang Family and rescue Qingcheng and the others from Jiang Cheng's clutches.
"Young Master Ye, it's time to eat..."
Inside the Stretch Lincoln, Jiang Cheng kept staring at the entrance to the inpatient building.
Time passed second by second.
"What's going on? Why hasn't Ye Bufan come out yet?"
Jiang Cheng frowned. Could he have fallen into the toilet?
Two minutes later,
"Young Master, he's out."
Jiang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and looked at A Long.
"Did you add the stuff?"
A Long nodded. "The brothers kept watch. The dose is definitely enough to make an Internal Strength Martial Artist hallucinate."
Elsewhere,
Ye Bufan hummed a tune as he slowly walked out.
"A walk after a meal lets you live to ninety-nine."
Suddenly, Ye Bufan rubbed his eyes and stared blankly into the distance.
"Qingcheng? Am I dreaming?"
The next second,
Ye Bufan dashed forward, grabbed "Mu Qingcheng's" soft little hand, and kept stroking it with his other hand as he giggled.
"Good lord, Brother Vajra, is something wrong with this guy's head?"
"Exactly. He's clutching a tree branch and grinning like an idiot."
From the corner, Little Vajra looked toward Jiang Cheng. The car window slowly rolled down, and Jiang Cheng nodded.
"Brothers, an army is raised for a thousand days to be used in one moment."
"Today, we'll let Young Master Jiang see our strength... pfft, our acting skills!"
As Little Vajra finished speaking, the eight of them changed into hospital gowns and marched menacingly toward Ye Bufan.
Wearing sunglasses, Jiang Cheng quietly watched Ye Bufan lewdly hug the thick tree trunk, his face constantly rubbing against the rough bark.
This area was quite shady.
Most patients would sit here after lunch.
Quite a few people began pointing at the sight.
"Morals are declining, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be."
"Are young people these days so desperate that they won't even spare a tree?"
Ye Bufan ignored them, because he was already immersed in the tender scene before his eyes.
"Qingcheng, your hands are so slender."
"Qingcheng, why is your face so dry? Did Jiang Cheng mistreat you?"
"Don't worry. Once I'm discharged, I'll wipe out Jiang Cheng and avenge you..."
Little Vajra's group had barely arrived when they heard Ye Bufan speaking so disrespectfully, and they immediately flew into a rage.
What the hell was this guy, daring to slander Young Master Jiang? How could they tolerate that?
"Hey, kid, I'm talking to you!"
Little Vajra pointed at Ye Bufan's nose and cursed.
"Come over and apologize to Young Master Jiang like a good boy, and we'll let this go. Otherwise, you're in for it."
"Brother Vajra, if this kid comes over and apologizes, are we really letting him go?"
Blondie lowered his voice beside him.
"Let him go my ass. We're thugs. Since when can anyone trust what we say?"
Little Vajra smacked Blondie on the head.
"I'm deliberately provoking him so he'll attack us. Young Master Jiang said this guy is ruthless—the kind who'd even eat shit!"
"Be smart later. Hit him for real with the first blow, then fall down and scream in pain depending on the situation."
"Remember, make it loud and make the expressions convincing. If all else fails, play dead."
Ye Bufan's face turned green. These people had to have been sent by Jiang Cheng to capture Qingcheng.
How despicable!
They were actually plotting right in front of him. They clearly didn't take him seriously at all.
"Don't be afraid, Qingcheng. I'll protect you."
Ye Bufan stood in front of "Mu Qingcheng" and comforted her softly.
Then he stepped forward, a cold yet elegant smile curling across his lips.
His woman would be protected by him!
"As long as I'm here, don't even think about taking her away."
Ye Bufan assumed a stance and crooked a finger.
"Take who away?"
Little Vajra's group looked at each other.
"Who cares? Brothers, get him."
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Punch after punch landed squarely on Ye Bufan's face.
"Ow, ow, ow! Go easy."
"Don't hit my face! Ouch, who's messing around!"
Inside the car, Jiang Cheng watched Ye Bufan get beaten senseless and froze.
Even the sunglasses on his nose fell off.
What the hell? What was going on?
Had Ye Bufan gone stupid from staying in the hospital? He didn't even know how to fight back?
Little Vajra also realized something was wrong and hurriedly called for them to stop.
He stared blankly at Ye Bufan's bruised and swollen face. The rehearsal hadn't covered what to do in a situation like this.
Wasn't this kid supposed to be ruthless?
No, he had to think of something.
Bang!
Little Vajra punched himself squarely on the bridge of the nose, and a warm stream immediately flowed down.
"Brother Vajra, what are you doing?"
Little Vajra gave them a look, and everyone instantly understood.
What a brilliant move!
Bang! Bang! Bang...
Miserable cries rose one after another. "Help! Murder!"
"This guy's a lunatic!"
Just as Jiang Cheng was about to get out of the car, he stopped. What talents!
Reward them. He absolutely had to reward them!
He had thought today's plan had failed, but these boys were unexpectedly quick-witted.
Jiang Cheng immediately made a call.
"Dean Yang, please receive your Little Darling."
Ye Bufan crouched on the ground, both hands covering his head, his body still trembling slightly.
Damn it, he had forgotten that he couldn't use his Inner Force. Otherwise, how could these ants possibly be his opponents?
Hm? Why had they stopped reacting?
He secretly peeked through the gaps between his fingers.
Huh? Why were they all on the ground?
Could they have been intimidated by his Overlord Aura?
Heh. They had overestimated themselves. Now they knew how formidable he was, didn't they?
Ye Bufan slowly stood up while holding his waist, then grinned.
"Small fry, even if ten more of your kind came, I wouldn't be afraid."
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