129: Chapter 129 Coming Back to Die 129: Chapter 129 Coming Back to Die “Brother Chenfeng, can I sleep while hugging you?” Su Yueru asked softly and shyly.
“Hmm?” Ye Chenfeng hadn’t heard Su Yueru’s words clearly and unconsciously humd in response.
Thinking Ye Chenfeng had agreed, Su Yueru was delighted, and she gently hugged Ye Chenfeng.
Seeing the girl’s innocent appearance, Ye Chenfeng felt no other thoughts and reached out to touch Su Yueru’s cheek, grateful that he had co to Xiyuan Town, otherwise this pitiable little girl might have already beco a plaything for those beasts.
Su Yueru seed to feel a bit cold, her petite body burrowing into Ye Chenfeng’s embrace while mumbling dreamily, “When I grow up I must beco Brother Chenfeng’s wife, I must beco Brother Chenfeng’s wife, I must…”
Ye Chenfeng smiled wryly in his heart, but he believed that Su Yueru’s feelings for him were just a montary infatuation, since he had saved her twice.
Once he left Xiyuan Town, he thought that Su Yueru would naturally forget him.
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Early the next morning, Ye Chenfeng and Mao Kangping set off to the border trade market, Mao Kangping’s ride was still the sa Land Rover he had driven when he first ca to Xiyuan Town.
The journey from Xiyuan Town to the border trade market took about two hours.
Along the way, Mao Kangping explained the general situation.
The person he had offended at the border trade market was called Brother Hu, who had a bit of clout there, with fifty to sixty thugs under him.
Mao Kangping was just doing business in the market and certainly couldn’t afford to offend such people.
Now, his herbal dicine shop had been taken over by Brother Hu’s n, and if he hadn’t escaped quickly, he might have been dead by now.
In places like the border trade market, murders were a daily occurrence, and those who mingled there were used to it and weren’t shocked by the killings.
As the Land Rover entered the border trade market, Ye Chenfeng realized that the market was quite big, almost like a small town.
It consisted of various shops, restaurants and herbal dicine stores; everything available in the outside world was sold here, and so items for sale here you couldn’t find elsewhere.
The mont the Land Rover drove into the border trade market, Ye Chenfeng could see through the window that there were two groups of people in a fierce fight, even brandishing guns!
It was a real life-and-death battle, and within monts, dozens had fallen into pools of blood while plenty of onlookers surrounded the scene.
They didn’t seem to fear being dragged into the fray, as one would need to be much braver than the average person to survive here.
“Mr.
Ye, nothing surprising here, this sort of thing happens almost every day,” Mao Kangping said, with both hands on the steering wheel, speaking to Ye Chenfeng, who was looking out the window.
“Mr.
Ye, should I take you to eat sothing first, or…”
Ye Chenfeng cut off Mao Kangping mid-sentence, saying, “Let’s go straight to your shop!
After I solve the problem for you, I still have other things to do!”
“All right, Mr.
Ye,” Mao Kangping replied respectfully, driving the Land Rover toward his herbal dicine shop.
About six or seven minutes later, the Land Rover stopped in front of a shop, but the front of the shop was no longer a herbal dicine store; instead, it had been turned into a “service center,” clearly catering to the physical desires of n.
At the large entrance of the service center stood a burly man holding a cigar, leisurely enjoying himself.
Mao Kangping said, “That’s Brother Hu there.”
The Land Rover’s door opened, and Mao Kangping got out first.
Brother Hu thought a custor had arrived and was about to go greet them, but when he recognized an old acquaintance, his ferocious face filled with disdain as he bellowed, “Mao Kangping, did you co back to throw away your life?
Last ti, you slipped away fast, but let’s see where you can run to now.”
After Brother Hu roared, over a dozen little thugs rushed out of the service center, brandishing tal rods.
When they saw Mao Kangping, their faces relaxed, viewing him as a pushover.
“Mao Kangping, if you’re willing to kneel and kowtow three tis today, I, Brother Hu, might spare your life.
After that, as long as you don’t show up in the trade market again, that’s fine,” Brother Hu said between puffs of his cigar, clearly not taking Mao Kangping seriously.
With Ye Chenfeng, an expert, as his backup, Mao Kangping spoke confidently, “Today I have co to take my shop back, not to kowtow and apologize to you.”
Brother Hu laughed boisterously, saying, “Mao Kangping, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you—are you brain-damaged?
Want your shop back?
This place is mine now.”
At that mont, Ye Chenfeng nonchalantly opened the door of the Land Rover and stepped down, not even sparing a glance for the so-called Brother Hu, his voice cold as he stated, “Those who don’t want to die, scram right now and return the shop to him.”
Although Ye Chenfeng’s tone was icy cold, his appearance was that of a pretty boy, and Brother Hu’s crew, who were seasoned in the ways of the trade market and had seen plenty of tough characters, were not intimidated by a “pretty boy” in front of them; in fact, they found it almost laughable.
“Mao Kangping, it seems your brain really is broken, bringing back such a pretty boy to claim your shop?
Since you ca here to die, I, Brother Hu, cannot but oblige!”
“And you, pretty boy, you’ll soon see whether it’s your mouth that’s tough or my fists,” Brother Hu continued scornfully, pointing at Ye Chenfeng.
“Was I not clear enough?
Those who don’t want to die, scram right now,” Ye Chenfeng said again, this ti an intense aura of killing intent emanating from him, which caused the cigar-chewing Brother Hu to freeze, the cigar dropping from his mouth to the ground.
A crowd had already gathered around by this ti, many pointing and jeering at Ye Chenfeng.
To them, Ye Chenfeng’s slender arms and legs yelling at Brother Hu seed to be courting death.
Many among the onlookers recognized Mao Kangping as well, thinking he had truly gone mad, bringing such a pretty boy to cause a scene.
Weren’t they just asking for trouble?
They could already imagine Mao Kangping and the pretty boy being turned into a bloody ss by Brother Hu’s henchn with their iron rods and machetes.
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