That Sweet Little Mouth! Talking About Money Is So Distant

Watching the figures of the group flee in a disheveled state, Ye Bufan finally felt a sense of satisfaction.

Although it wasn't Jiang Cheng himself, he was still one of his subordinates.

After all this back and forth, wasn't it the same as him forcing Jiang Cheng to flee?

"Brother, thank you so much. I would be dead if it weren't for you."

At this moment, Little Vajra grabbed Ye Bufan's trouser leg and cried out with snot and tears streaming down his face.

Ye Bufan was completely bewildered, gripping his pants tightly, and gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"You... you need to let go first, your pants are about to fall down."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Little Vajra stood up, supporting his back, and cried out in pain.

He was already planning in his heart that once he completed the task assigned by Young Master Young Master Jiang, he would definitely teach those good brothers a lesson.

Damn it, he almost broke his bones!

At this moment, Ye Bufan also saw Little Vajra's face clearly.

"That's strange, I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."

Ye Bufan stroked his chin, his eyes sharply fixed on Little Vajra.

Something just feels off.

Little Vajra remained unperturbed by this.

Having grown up navigating the complexities of society, he was already accustomed to speaking to people in a way that suited them, and to saying one thing to one person and another to another.

He immediately touched his head, revealing a clear smile.

"Really? I have an average face, I'm sure you're used to it, brother."

"After all, there aren't many ugly guys like my brother who are handsome, dashing, and have such distinctive looks."

Hearing this, Ye Bufan didn't think much of it and nodded smugly.

That makes sense; there aren't many people as handsome as him these days.

You wouldn't guess that this kid, despite being bald, has such good judgment.

I like that it can talk!

He speaks with a slight accent, so he must be from a remote, impoverished area.

But it's not a big problem. This kind of person is simple-minded, and it's not difficult to trick him into becoming your follower.

Thinking of this, Ye Bufan spoke up decisively.

"Young man, what's your name?"

Who the hell considers you a brother!

Little Vajra rolled his eyes, pretending to be shy and simple-minded.

"My name is Maodou, but everyone calls me A Mao."

Ye Bufan's lips twitched.

The name is... well, not bad.

He sounds like an honest person.

"A Mao, how did you provoke those people?"

Little Vajra rolled his eyes and began to pour out his grievances, speaking with tears streaming down his face.

They directly portrayed A Long and his gang as thugs who committed murder, arson, and all sorts of evil deeds.

Ye Bufan was secretly delighted, but pretended to be angry.

He slammed his fist into the wall, leaving a deep fist mark.

"Damn it, these people are outrageous."

Little Vajra swallowed hard, and couldn't help but shudder as he looked at the fist imprint.

I never would have guessed this silly kid was so amazing.

If someone were to get hit like that, they'd have to be sent back to the factory for a complete overhaul.

No wonder Young Master Jiang his life might be in danger.

As Ye Bufan observed Little Vajra's reaction, a smile crept onto his lips.

This was obviously something he did on purpose!

If I don't reveal any of my strength, how can I get this kid to willingly become my subordinate?

In less than three seconds, this kid will be kneeling and begging to be his underling!

Three, two, one...

Huh? Why isn't it responding?

The two stared at each other, Ye Bufan couldn't hold back any longer.

Unable to resist asking, "Um... don't you have anything to say?"

Little Vajra shook his head frantically.

What a joke! Do you think I'd dare to speak at a time like this?

If you were to punch me in the head, I'd have nowhere to cry then.

Going undercover is a dangerous job!

Cough cough~

Ye Bufan's lips twitched, so he simply said it outright.

After listening, Little Vajra looked strange. Could this kid be plotting something?

He succeeded in infiltrating the enemy camp before he even opened his mouth?

Was the mission going too smoothly?

"How about it, are you tempted? As long as you follow me, I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury from now on."

Ye Bufan was confident.

With such generous terms, coupled with his innate personal charm, he didn't believe anyone could refuse.

Ah yes, yes, yes!

Following your father, I'm afraid we wouldn't even be able to afford to drink the northwest wind.

Little Vajra chuckled and nodded in agreement.

Try your best to appear excited and enthusiastic.

Ye Bufan smirked smugly; he knew no one could resist his charm.

Even men!

He patted Little Vajra on the shoulder, feigning maturity.

"A Mao, my name is Ye Bufan, you can just call me Brother Ye."

"From now on, we're brothers. If I get a bite of meat, you'll get a sip of soup."

Looking at Ye Bufan's smug expression, Little Vajra really wanted to slap him across the face with the sole of his shoe.

Pointing a finger at him, they launched into a tirade of nationalistic rhetoric.

You eat the meat, and I drink the soup?

How can you be so generous!

"Haha, as expected of Brother Ye, what a great name! So powerful!"

Listening to Little Vajra's compliments, Ye Bufan felt that it was worthwhile to have this underling.

That little mouth is so sweet!

It sounds so pleasant.

However, in order to maintain a humble and polite image in front of his younger brother.

He suppressed a smile and waved his hand.

"You flatter me, you flatter me. It's just a nickname. I would much rather people pay more attention to my inner beauty."

Little Vajra: (???)

Hehe, you little rascal, stop joking.

"Brother Ye, what are our plans for the next step?"

Little Vajra spoke calmly.

"Whether it's punching the Nanshan Nursing Home or kicking the Beihai Kindergarten, as long as you say the word, I'll go with you."

Ye Bufan raised an eyebrow, his expression serious.

Little Vajra also became serious, feeling mostly excited.

Is he about to make a name for himself so soon?

Tell me quickly, tell me now.

Under Little Vajra's expectant gaze, Ye Bufan waved his hand.

"Let's go eat first."

That's it?

You took your pants off and this is what you show me?

Little Vajra was speechless, and really couldn't understand why Young Master Jiang would care about this kind of guy.

Seeing Ye Bufan still standing there in a daze, he asked curiously,

"Brother Ye, didn't we say we were going to eat?"

Ye Bufan coughed lightly, rubbed his fingers together, and winked at Little Vajra.

"A Mao, Brother Ye is a little short on cash lately, so... about the meal money... you know what I mean?"

Little Vajra's mouth twitched wildly.

Is this guy treating him like a long-term meal ticket?

Oh well, it's just a small amount of money.

If this matter is handled well, Young Master Jiang would surely treat me unfairly.

"Don't worry, Brother Ye. We're all brothers, talking about money is too formal."

Little Vajra smiled nonchalantly, but inwardly he was heartbroken.

You got off easy, kid!

At the same time,

The Jinhong Billiard Hall was cordoned off with police tape.

The onlookers were discussing it animatedly.

"What's going on? Why are there so many Police Flower?"

"I heard there was a fight last night, and quite a few people died."

At that moment, a police car pulled up to the side of the road.

Jiang Ruoxue came down, and the police officers at the scene quickly stepped forward.

"How is the situation?"

Jiang Ruoxue frowned as she looked at the scene.

"Captain, we have a pretty good understanding of the situation."

"The initial assessment is that it was a shootout between gangs."