Before long, Fang Yu received the address sent by Fan Tong.
"Moon Bar?"
Fang Yu took a glance and seed to have a slight impression. Eight years ago, this bar already existed, and it was a popular spot frequented by night club enthusiasts.
However, he did not expect Fan Tong to be working at this bar.
...
At this mont, Fang Yu raised his hand and took a faint look.
His gaze slightly stirred, and a faint golden glow appeared on his fist.
"Eight years ago, I had only practiced superficially and possessed the Iron Fist, dominating Jiangzhou yet deed a failure by the Martial Arts community. And now that I’ve entered the path of Cultivation... I will take back everything I’ve lost!"
Saying this, Fang Yu began to change his clothes.
Thud thud—
There was a knock at the door.
Fang Yu wore a puzzled expression; it was nearly evening, who could it be?
"Please co in."
The door creaked open.
Looking over, Fang Yu saw Jiang Wei in professional office attire, looking pretty and charming, mature yet elegant, standing at the entrance.
Her complexion was slightly weary, but it couldn’t overshadow her radiance.
A trace of apology hung on her beautiful face.
"Miss Jiang gracing us with her presence, forgive for not welcoming you from afar." Fang Yu, now dressed, spoke with a smile.
Jiang Wei did not get angry at his teasing but asked with concern, "Are you... alright..."
Fang Yu spread his hands, spun around on the spot, smiled faintly, and said, "It’s just a crappy knife, could it really hurt ? That’s laughable."
Thinking about earlier, Fang Yu suddenly realized sothing and walked towards Jiang Wei—
Jiang Wei involuntarily took a step back, even though she was the president of Qingcheng International and the master Sect Leader, at this mont, she completely looked like a young girl.
"What... what are you doing?" Jiang Wei stamred.
The two were too close.
"Your assistant seems to be more than just an ordinary staff to you."
"Hm?" Jiang Wei showed a confused expression, "She’s my most trusted subordinate."
"Oh. Most trusted..."
Fang Yu raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and turned to walk outside, "Thanks for your concern, we’ll et another day, and by the way—"
Recalling Fang Yu’s words, she beca serious, thoughtful.
...
...
One hour later.
Fang Yu showed up outside a bar nad "Moon."
The bar was quiet, devoid of patrons, and a young man with a slight limp greeted him with a beaming smile.
"Brother Yu, I’ve missed you so much!"
"Get lost, even a limp couldn’t cure your bad habits." Fang Yu recognized him at a glance, Fan Tong hadn’t changed much over eight years.
"Man, I’m just excited. Co on in, please." Fan Tong led Fang Yu into the bar.
Fang Yu, observant, noticed a "Closed Today" sign hung on the door, feeling a sudden stir in his heart.
The two sat down and chatted.
Fan Tong prepared two bottles of alcohol, and they drank while talking.
"How have you been these years?" Fang Yu asked.
"How else could it have been... These years have been so-so, relying on a few sites, nothing worrying about food and clothing..." Fan Tong smiled, "But Brother Yu, you disappeared for eight years. and the brothers looked for you for a long ti without any success."
Fang Yu just smiled, offering no explanation.
The bloody storm eight years ago, overnight the Fang Family vanished, the harsh world of Martial Arts made him realize, those ruffians, no matter how fierce, were just ants.
"Old Ye?"
"He’s dead."
Fan Tong answered casually, nonchalantly but still pulled out a cigarette from his packet, puffing away and offered one to Fang Yu, who declined.
Fang Yu’s face showed a trace of surprise, but soon it turned calm. He seed to have anticipated this day for Old Ye.
"How did he die?" Fang Yu’s tone was calm.
"Fighting over territory, thrown into the river... by the ti he was found, he was long gone." Fan Tong took a few hard puffs of his cigarette.
Fang Yu sighed softly, not saying anything more.
He picked up the bottle, took several gulps, and set it down on the table.
"Do you know who did it?"
"Sun Family." Fan Tong said.
Hearing the words "Sun Family," Fang Yu’s gaze suddenly turned cold... Sun Family was also one of the co-conspirators behind the scene alongside Yanjing Martial Arts Family who plotted against the Fang Family years ago.
"Where is he now?" Fang Yu asked.
"Not buried, inside..."
"Take to see." Fang Yu grabbed the cigarette box in front of Fan Tong.
"Hmm."
Fan Tong, unusually sobering up from his cynical and joking deanor, led Fang Yu to a room behind the bar. Opening one of the doors, in the center of a dark colored table, a square urn was placed, with a picture about a foot in size in front of it.
Fang Yu silently looked over.
This was one of his brothers from the past, Ye Fei.
Fang Yu walked over and gently brushed the dust off the urn with his hand. He picked up the photo fra and said to it, "Old Ye, you loved sunbathing. The sunlight here is pretty good. You would have liked it, huh?"
Fan Tong sighed softly and left the room.
"Old Ye, look at yourself, you were never a good thing, always fighting and killing, regretting now, huh?"
"Damn it, dead and still owing stuff, return my German lighter to !"
Fang Yu, full of grievance, took out two cigarettes from the box, lit one and used it to light the other. He took a quick puff, the cigarette glowing red.
One cigarette was set down in front of the urn. The other he clamped in his mouth.
Turning around, he leaned on the edge of the table, shaking his leg.
He wasn’t just smoking; he was offering a smoke—
As if hallucinating, a familiar voice echoed in his mory—"Fang Yu, can you not shake your leg when you eat? At least don’t cross them, the sll is killing ..."
Fang Yu glanced back at the urn and couldn’t help but scoff at himself.
"Alright, no shaking."
One cigarette was finished.
Looking at the cigarette before the urn, he said, "Are you going to smoke this or not? If not, I’ll smoke it for you. Ah well, I’ll let it slide, considering your old bones."
—"Fang Yu, you son of a bitch, where’s my cigarette?"
"Do you want to eat at or not? If you want to, listen to ."
—"Get lost, it’s always just cabbage stir-fried with cabbage, all the at is stolen by you."
—"Hey, Fang Yu, if you make a wish upon a teor shower, will it really co true?"
"Of course."
—"I made a wish."
"What wish?"
—"I wish we could beco the overlords of Jiangzhou soon."
"Ha, you really are greedy."
—"Not at all."
...
Fang Yu watched as the cigarette butt completely extinguished.
"The humiliations you endured, I will repay them all."
After saying this, Fang Yu left the room.
In the dimly-lit bar, Fang Yu and Fan Tong were reminiscing about the past, laughing boisterously.
"Bro, let’s have another drink." Fan Tong raised his glass boldly.
"You’re doing quite well in Jiangzhou, and your tolerance has increased a lot," Fang Yu said as he downed his drink.
"Not bad. I made so money," Fan Tong boasted proudly.
Fang Yu patted his shoulder, eyes filled with admiration.
"Bro, I wronged you back then, causing you to cripple your leg." As Fang Yu looked at Fan Tong’s leg, intense guilt surged in his heart.
"Bro, you’re talking nonsense again, aren’t you? Our lives were given by you; a crippled leg for you is nothing, I actually gained a lot," Fan Tong was still excited.
But Fang Yu just forced a smile and nodded quietly.
They poured another bottle, filling two glasses, and toasted.
"Yu Bro, did you really beco a nurse?" Fan Tong asked with a smile.
"Yes. Have you heard of Hua University Hospital?" asked Fang Yu, seeing his gossiping look, knowing he was always lancholic, tried to smile.
Fan Tong nodded and said, "Of course, it’s one of the top three hospitals in Jiangzhou. I heard there are many beautiful nurses there, simply stunning beauties, ravishingly gorgeous..."
"—"
Truth be told, Fan Tong wasn’t highly educated, just elentary school level.
"Isn’t it tiring talking in so many idiomatic expressions?"
"Tiring," Fan Tong said playfully, "Yu Bro, haven’t you found a pretty nurse to be my sister-in-law? I heard the nurses there are damn beautiful."
"Fuck, just continue with your idiomatic expressions, romance is indescribable," Fang Yu rolled his eyes, sowhat helplessly.
"Yu Bro, with your abilities, you have more than enough," Fan Tong said.
"I’m afraid they might not think so," Fang Yu chortled self-deprecatingly.
"You’ve changed," Fan Tong said seriously. "You’ve beco less confident... Anyway, in my eyes, you’re still the charming prince from back then, those lancholic eyes, your sighing stubble, your magical fist technique, all were admired by us brothers. If they can’t see that, they must be blind!"
"—"
Indeed. Fang Yu didn’t even realize he had beco less confident.
"Yu Bro, when you left without a word, it has been eight years. The brothers were all crying a ss. Now that you’re back, you must lead us to reclaim our dreams from those years," Fan Tong said as he drank another cup.
"Those dreams?"
"Drinking the finest liquors and sleeping with the most beautiful won in the world," Fan Tong said with a chuckle.
"Did I ever say such shaless words?"
"Hehe... I said it for you."
"Get lost," Fang Yu cursed with a laugh.
The two joked around, talked about the trouble they caused in Jiangzhou back in the day. Drinking and chatting, they unwittingly finished two stacks of drinks.
Fan Tong was in high spirits today, drinking a bit too much, emboldened by the alcohol, he continued, "Yu Bro, now that you’re back, don’t leave. I, Fan Tong, will accompany you to conquer the world. I lost my left leg, but I still have my right leg. If I lose that too, I still have my hands."
Fang Yu looked at his sturdy right arm and remained silent for a long while.
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