"A fight? Like a fistfight?"
Xie Yu absently hummed in assent, then walked forward. The stick in his hand scraped loudly against the muddy floor.
Zhou Dalei, who wasn't yet prepared to fight it out: "......"
Xie Yu seemed to be a fight magnet. And in all the fights Zhou Dalei had been in growing up, he likely wouldn't have managed if Grandpa Xie Yu hadn't been around.
Every time Xie Yu stood on smoking battlefields like this, he didn't even need to speak. Just one glance from him could rile his opponent up from the bottom of his heart: All right, you want a fight, do you? You look down on me, do you? You think I can't beat you, do you?
At this point, Zhou Dalei reached out and tugged at Xie Yu. "Boss Xie, at least wait until I find a weapon."
Xie Yu handed over the stick in his hand. He could go at it with his bare fists, anyway. "Now you do."
"......"
Xie Yu was too eye-catching, and even the group staring them down couldn't help noticing that among the Guang Mao lot was a boy who looked like he was itching to start a fight. They raised their voices and started yelling. "Fine! We'll have it out today! Mei-jie, we usually respect you as the big sis of this place but you're getting full of yourself."
"Why fucking bother talking rubbish with them?" The head guy shook the ash from his cigarette, slouching as he walked. "We came here to trash the place!"
Having heard everything, He Zhao's thoughts of, 'When I see my little friend later, I'll give him a surprise. Damn, I'm a model boyfriend. When I appear in all my splendor, my little friend will be moved to death, and then we'll hold hands and walk down the street together, so romantically,' immediately shattered.
He Zhao squatted on the corner of an unfamiliar street, looking at the haphazard skyline of the residential area ahead, and noticed the words Guang Mao.
He thought, My little friend's violence-filled days really are exciting.
Xie Yu hung up the phone, walked up, and asked quietly, "Who are you and what do you do? You can't mess around on the streets like this forever."
Xie Yu listened to them for a while. They were spouting a load of rubbish and he didn't catch a single useful piece of information. Who knew what trivialities had made them assemble here today. He had initially listened patiently, thinking they might say something new, but they threw insults left and right, greeted eighteen generations of his ancestors, and even repeated the curses they used like a broken record. When it came down to it, they only seemed to know those few curse words.
"Just some riffraff. Very annoying. From North Street. I really fucking..." Xu Yanmei's voice was still hoarse from just having smoked a cigarette and she subconsciously reverted to cursing. She abruptly stopped herself mid-sentence and glared at Xie Yu. "What am I doing... I should be asking you that. What are you doing? Lei-zai, you'd better take him and go."
Zhou Dalei stood to one side and immediately said, "You think I can move him?"
Xu Yanmei: "......"
Simply put, several days earlier, several truckloads of goods had arrived for Xu Yanmei. She hadn't had enough help at Guang Mao, so she had asked the supervisor to find several more people. The supervisor, being greedy, had taken a cut from the budget and then gotten workers of dubious background to do the job.
After the goods had been moved, when the supervisor took stock, he found the quantities weren't right.
Before he could settle the score with the temporary workers, they retaliated first. They stuck around on the ground floor of Guang Mao and refused to leave, complaining that they were good people who had been wronged and falsely accused, and demanded compensation for emotional injury.
