Not Stupid, Just Rotten

Wu Shenglan was terrified, her face pale.

Yang Long was badly frightened too, his legs trembling.

Luo Yang remained calm, though he still had no idea what was going on.

Just then, Tattooed Arm Man walked in and spat at Han Shaokun. "Fuck you! You dared to harass my woman? How much did you drink?"

The spit landed squarely on Han Shaokun's face, covering one eye.

Wu Shenglan came to her senses and instinctively woke her phone to dial the police.

"You make that call and I'll fucking kill you!" Bunhead pointed at Wu Shenglan and snarled.

Wu Shenglan's hand shook, and her phone fell to the floor.

Yang Long, who had been trembling in fear moments earlier, suddenly bravely stepped in front of Wu Shenglan.

"B-bro, this has to be a misunderstanding. If my friend did anything wrong, I apologize on his behalf. Do me a favor, bro, and let this go."

Bunhead snarled, "Who the fuck are you to ask me for a favor? I'll give you a fucking slap instead!"

Smack!

Yang Long took a slap across the face, and a red handprint rose almost instantly. He had not even seen which hand Bunhead had used.

Luo Yang, however, had seen it perfectly clearly. Standing right beside them, he could have stopped it simply by raising a hand, but he saw no need. Yang Long had beaten him to playing the hero and rescuing the girl. How could he steal the man's moment?

Bunhead suddenly grabbed Yang Long by the collar and shoved him hard. Yang Long staggered into the dining table, knocking the plate of bluefin tuna sashimi on ice to the floor. Thin slices of fish scattered everywhere.

"Hey, sweetheart. How about we get acquainted?" Bunhead stared greedily at Wu Shenglan, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips.

"Y-you stay away!" Wu Shenglan was terrified, tears shimmering in her large eyes. She looked ready to burst into tears at any moment.

Bunhead moved closer to Wu Shenglan.

Yang Long, Zhang Bai, and Han Shaokun watched helplessly, not daring to say a word.

But just then, a hand grabbed Bunhead by the back of his collar and hauled him away.

Luo Yang had made his move.

He did not care how Bunhead beat up those three male classmates. If their parents had failed to teach them properly, society could do it for them. But bullying Wu Shenglan was out of the question. She had left a good impression on him. If he did nothing while she was being bullied, wouldn't that make him worse than those three scumbags?

Bunhead stumbled back two steps before regaining his footing and stared at Luo Yang in astonishment. He had left Luo Yang alone because the man had not made a sound throughout the whole ordeal. He had assumed Luo Yang was a coward, frightened out of his wits. He had never expected Luo Yang to lay hands on him.

"You're fucking asking to die!" After a brief stunned pause, Bunhead grabbed a dining chair and swung it up.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Xinfu's voice came from some distance away.

"Get back! This is none of your business!" someone barked.

More sounds of shoving and arguing followed.

Luo Yang could not see what was happening outside, but the sounds he heard in his super-sense state gave him more than enough information. A large group had crowded the entrance to the private dining room corridor. Half were Tattooed Arm Man's people, and half were employees of Buxiangju Restaurant. He could even tell that although the restaurant employees were raising their voices, few dared to step forward and shove Tattooed Arm Man's men.

That was only natural. Buxiangju's employees worked in food service, after all. They were no match for street thugs. Besides, who would risk their life for a monthly wage of a few thousand?

Bunhead charged at him, swinging the dining chair.

Luo Yang thrust out his right hand, his index and middle fingers spread fifteen degrees apart. In a lightning-fast flash, he jabbed them into Bunhead's eyes.

"Aah!" Bunhead screamed, instinctively covering his eyes and retreating. The dining chair fell to the floor.

Tattooed Arm Man was stunned. Bunhead was his best fighter, which was why he took him everywhere. He had never imagined the man would be subdued so suddenly and so easily!

The four classmates exchanged bewildered looks.

As far as they remembered, Luo Yang had never even argued with anyone during their five years at university, let alone fought. How had he suddenly become so formidable?

Bunhead caught his breath. His eyes had swollen into two light bulbs, and it was anyone's guess whether he could still see people clearly. But his vicious streak had been unleashed. He pulled a knife from some pocket and lunged again, shouting like a madman.

"I'll fucking kill you!"

Luo Yang swung his hand-his right hand again, with the same index and middle fingers spread fifteen degrees apart-and jabbed both of Bunhead's eyes once more.

Primordial Medical Finger's Ophthalmology, a specialist treatment.

"Aaaah!" Bunhead screamed again. Completely blinded now, he flailed wildly with the knife.

Worried he might cut Wu Shenglan, Luo Yang grabbed her wrist and pulled the terrified, stupefied woman two steps back.

Bunhead stepped on a slice of raw fish, slipped, and crashed to the floor. This time, he could not get up. He curled up on the floor, covering his eyes with both hands and howling.

Only then did Tattooed Arm Man recover his senses. "Brother, who are you with?" he asked coldly.

At that moment, several young thugs appeared behind Tattooed Arm Man, glaring menacingly at Luo Yang as though they might swarm him at any second.

Luo Yang was starting to panic a little too, but his expression remained composed. "Do you know Liu Youshui?"

At the mention of Liu Youshui, Tattooed Arm Man's expression shifted slightly. "What, you know him?" he asked cautiously.

Seeing that reaction, Luo Yang relaxed a little. "More than that. One phone call from me, and he'll come over."

Tattooed Arm Man suddenly laughed. "Who do you think you are? You can get President Liu here with one phone call?"

One of the thugs raised a heavily tattooed arm and pointed viciously at Luo Yang. "Who the fuck are you trying to fool? Get on your knees, or we'll cripple you!"

The others looked eager to move.

"If you insist on fighting," Luo Yang said evenly, "you can wait until I've made a call, can't you?"

Tattooed Arm Man raised both arms, holding his men back.

In those few moments, Luo Yang had already dialed Liu Youshui's number. It was a video call, too.

Of all times, Han Shaokun chose that moment to stand up, covered in grease from rolling around on the floor. He adopted an earnest, pleading manner. "Luo Yang, stop pretending. I know you. A man like President Liu-how could you possibly know him? Don't keep making things worse. Hurry up and apologize to these guys. Pay some medical expenses and be done with it."

Luo Yang could not help glancing at Han Shaokun. This guy was not stupid. He was genuinely rotten.

Han Shaokun put on a smile again and said ingratiatingly, "Sir, let me apologize on behalf of my friend. How much do you want for medical expenses?"

The video call connected.

Liu Youshui was in pajamas, looking sleepy. "Divine Doctor Luo, what are you calling me about this late?"

He had not yet realized it was a video call.

Fortunately, there was no woman beside him, or it would have turned into a live broadcast.

Luo Yang got straight to the point. "President Liu, I've run into some trouble. It might involve a friend of yours. Have a look and see if you know him. Say hello."

Luo Yang turned the phone screen toward Tattooed Arm Man at the door.

"What, you've got the video on too? Honestly..." Liu Youshui lowered his phone and rubbed his eyes.

When Tattooed Arm Man saw Liu Youshui on the screen, he could not believe it and leaned closer for a better look. Now he could see clearly: it really was Liu Youshui. He froze on the spot. Just then, Liu Youshui noticed Tattooed Arm Man on his screen too, and immediately frowned.

"P-President Liu." Tattooed Arm Man panicked and hurriedly bowed toward the screen.

Behind Tattooed Arm Man, the other thugs all bowed in unison.

Often, it took magic to defeat magic.

"What happened?" Liu Youshui's voice was rather cold.

Tattooed Arm Man answered meekly, "President Liu, our Finance Company was having a team-building event. I brought the boys... no, no, I brought the employees to Buxiangju for dinner. Some punk harassed my woman, and one employee got angry and chased him here. We didn't know your friend was here, and there was a bit of a misunderstanding."

"Divine Doctor Luo is my friend," Liu Youshui said. "Whatever you did wrong, find a way to calm him down yourself. If Divine Doctor Luo is still angry, then I'll have to apologize to him myself."

The moment he finished speaking, Tattooed Arm Man slapped himself hard across the face. Then he kept slapping himself, apologizing as he did. "Divine Doctor Luo, I was wrong. Please don't be angry."

Han Shaokun was dumbfounded.

He knew who Liu Youshui was-a renowned figure in Western Sichuan. What could Luo Yang possibly have that would let him forge a connection with Liu Youshui? With his intelligence, Han Shaokun had seen right through Luo Yang's bluff. That was why he had bravely stepped forward to expose Luo Yang's lie in front of everyone, hoping to use Tattooed Arm Man to teach him a proper lesson. Yet he had never expected...

He was the clown again!

Luo Yang caught Tattooed Arm Man's hand. "Enough, enough. As long as we've cleared things up."

Tattooed Arm Man nodded, his eyes full of gratitude.

On the phone screen, Liu Youshui asked calmly, "Divine Doctor Luo, are you still angry?"

"No, it's all right now," Luo Yang said.

"All right, then. I'm going to sleep. Don't forget our agreement." Liu Youshui yawned and ended the call.

Luo Yang put his phone away.

Tattooed Arm Man wore an ingratiating smile. "Divine Doctor Luo, would you do me the honor of letting me buy you a few drinks?"

"I've already had enough," Luo Yang said. "No more drinks. Maybe next time."

As he spoke, he tilted his mouth toward Han Shaokun.

Tattooed Arm Man paused briefly, then nodded in understanding a second later.

How could someone work his way up through the streets and become a leader at the Finance Company without being able to read a situation and take a hint?

Luo Yang added, "Let's leave it at that. This classmate and I have something to do, so we'll head out first."

"Of course, of course. Take care, Divine Doctor Luo." Tattooed Arm Man bowed as he saw him off.

Luo Yang grabbed Wu Shenglan by the wrist and led her outside.

Yang Long, Zhang Bai, and Han Shaokun came to their senses and followed, only to be blocked and forced back by Tattooed Arm Man and his "employees."

"Luo Yang, Shaokun and the others..." Wu Shenglan glanced back, deeply worried.

Luo Yang released her hand. "He harassed the man's woman. Naturally, he has some explaining to do. If you think you can talk those people around, you can go back and explain things for Han Shaokun."

Just then, screams from Han Shaokun, Yang Long, and Zhang Bai suddenly rang out from the private dining room area.

Wu Shenglan had been about to say something else, but she shuddered in fright and forgot the words. All she could do was follow Luo Yang.