Chapter 21: Ling Fei's Fans (Part 2)

  The crowd was in an uproar, and the red-haired man couldn't help but ask: "Is this for real? How can you talk like you've seen it with your own eyes? Did that Ling Fei give you money or something? Are you helping him brag? Everyone, don't listen to this nonsense anymore, go home and sleep!"

  That blond guy had been holding back his anger at the red-haired one for a long time, he slapped the table and stood up, spilling quite a bit of tea water on the table. "You damn well don't want to listen, get out of here! I'm not telling you this for your sake! What are you nagging about?"

  Hong Mao obviously wasn't a good guy either. After hearing this, he suddenly pushed away the person standing in front of him and faced Huang Mao, "Say that again? You're bragging here thinking I wouldn't dare to expose you, but you still dare to yell at me?"

  Xiao Huang gritted his teeth, "I'm telling the truth! Who's talking nonsense?" Hong Mao sneered with a smile, "Hmph, you've watched too many movies? Seven people killing over a thousand, where's that Ling Fei's grandson? If he dares to come out, I'll make him kneel!"

  Huang Mao seemed to have reached his limit, grabbing a thick teacup and smashing it towards Hong Mao's head, cursing: "Shut up your stinky mouth!"

  Red hair reaction was not timely, was hit a good one, full of blood on his face, covering his head and crying, yellow hair overturned the table, pushed open the surrounding dozen people, while Ling Fei and Yi Mo had already chosen a good place to watch.

  Xiao Huang rushed forward, grabbed Hong Mao's hair and pulled it hard. Hong Mao felt pain and lowered his head, only to meet Xiao Huang's knee. After a collision, Hong Mao was clearly dizzy and stumbled.

  After finishing the fight, Huang Mao felt unsatisfied and rushed over again, punching a series of big fists at Hong Mao's face. Finally, Hong Mao fell to the ground, only making unconscious humming sounds. Only then did Huang Mao say viciously: "You can scold me! But don't scold my idol!"

  Du Mo and Ling Fei crouched to one side, Ling Fei's hands were both stuffed into his sleeves, looking like a migrant worker. Du Mo was holding a cigarette, staring intently at Huang Mao as he shouted. When he heard this sentence, he elbowed Ling Fei and joked: "Hey, see? Your fan!"

  Ling Fei smiled slyly, "Of course, you don't even think about who I am, charming and loved by all..." Before he could finish speaking, Yi Mo had already covered his ears and continued watching the play.

  Huang Mao finished beating Hong Mao, who was clearly at a loss for what to do. Hong Mao gradually came to and struggled to get up, clutching his head and cursing: "Damn you! You dare hit me? I'll ruin you today!"

  Then Hong Mao took out a Nokia N78 from his pocket and dialed a number. He yelled, "I've been beaten! You damn well better come over here quickly!" After the call, Hong Mao spat out blood and a tooth from his mouth, showing just how fiercely Huang Mao had hit him.

  Huang Mao saw Hong Mao's fierce and menacing demeanor after finishing the phone call, occasionally glancing at himself as if to prevent himself from running away. The courage he had when hitting someone was gone, his legs were cramping, and he hesitated about whether to escape or not.

  In this way, ten minutes passed, and three Jinbei bread cars came flying over. Before the car had even stopped, a young man jumped out, and Ling Fei took one look and burst out laughing - if it wasn't Mou Xiao, then who was it?

  Mou Yao stroked his silver hair, pulled out a broadsword from the car, glanced at Red Hair and Yellow Hair, tapped the car door with the sword, and shouted: "Brothers! Get to work!"

  The conversation hadn't finished, when suddenly seven or eight people jumped out of the van Mu Yao was sitting in. The two vans behind also stopped and more than ten people got out, surrounding Huang Mao and Hong Mao with nearly twenty people. Each person was carrying a machete. Mu Yao lit a cigarette and stood beside Hong Mao, sizing him up from head to toe before bursting into laughter. "I say, Binzi, how did you let someone beat you so badly?" Hong Mao groaned, clutching his head, "It's all because I underestimated them, otherwise how could this rabbit have taken advantage of me?"

  "Ha ha, brothers! Is this still our little prince Chen Bin? You're even more stupid than your brother!"

  Chen Bin didn't mind, he scratched his thick and bloody hair, staring viciously at Huang Mao, "Alright, kill that kid for me, beat him to death! If he dies, it's all good!" Mou Yao laughed, "A Bin, you know I'm not afraid of trouble, last time I met a tough guy, almost got myself into trouble, this time I came out to help you, taking a huge risk!"

  Chen Bin glanced at the yellow hair with disdain, "Speak up, I'll give you as much money as you want. Damn it, how dare you hit me? If my old man hadn't sneaked out of the house, I wouldn't be in this predicament." Mou Yao curled his lips and didn't say much, but the contempt in his expression proved that he looked down on Chen Bin.

  Mou Yao slung the broadsword over his shoulder, jerked his head forward and shouted, "Let's go, brothers! Let's help our Prince Chen have some fun!" As he spoke, he deliberately scraped the tip of the sword on the ground, producing a harsh sound.

  Huang Mao seemed to know that the other party was serious, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and stuttered: "B...big...brother, I really...really didn't do it on purpose!"

  Mou Yao smiled, "It's not up to you now, we'll just kill you and take the money. Unless you give more than what this prince is offering!" As he spoke, Mou Yao pointed at Chen Bin with a pleased expression.

  Huang Mao hastily dug into his pocket, and finally only fished out a crumpled up dozen or so bills. He took one look at Mu Yao's face, which was blacker than the bottom of a pot, and carefully said: "Uh... big brother, how much did the prince give you?"

  Mou Yao raised his head and let out a sigh, "Beat him..."

  Huang Mao immediately covered his head and crouched on the ground, but after waiting for a long time, the imagined pain did not arrive. Huang Mao carefully lifted his head to find two people standing in front of him, two people he would never forget in this lifetime...

  Ling Fei wrapped his arms around his body, wearing that wheat-colored coat, the two sleeves fluttering empty in the wind, a head of long hair rising and falling, his eyes emitting a lazy yet piercing light... The whole thing was just like a rustic young man who had just come out of the village.

  Ling Fei's eyes floated up to gaze at Mou Yao, whose legs were trembling, and he chuckled, "Hey, isn't this Master Mou? What brings you here for a stroll? You really have the leisurely air about you!"

  Mou Yao's face turned pale, the fear that the army had brought him last time still lingered in his heart and wouldn't dissipate. At this moment, seeing Ling Fei, he suddenly trembled all over like a child caught by his father while secretly surfing the internet.

  Ling Fei slowly exhaled a mouthful of smoke, watching as it dispersed in the air, and struck a pose. "Ah, Master Mou, long time no see, I wonder if you still recognize me?"

  Mou Yao forced out a flattering smile, "Elder... Elder brother, you are magnanimous and have a great capacity for tolerance. Your ambition is as high as the sky and your heart is as deep as the ocean... You shouldn't lower yourself to interact with someone like me..."

  Mou Yao only wanted to leave this place quickly, get away from this jinx, and had already poured out all the ink in his stomach, saying things that were somewhat unreasonable.

  Di Mo still had an "I'm just watching a play" expression, smiling and holding his cigarette, as if he hadn't seen the dozen or so fierce-looking men. One of them, a bald-headed man, couldn't help but ask: "Young master, are we really that afraid of them? There's only two of them! Let them come at us! My old man also cut off one of his hands!"

  Mu Yao fiercely stared at the bald man, signaling him to shut up. The person standing opposite was unknown to the bald man, but Mu Yao and several thugs who went with him that day knew that he was someone who could summon the army with just a phone call! Could they, as petty city rascals, afford to provoke him?

  "Grandpa... you're my grandpa! Let us go!" Ling Fei looked at Mou Yao in surprise, "Wow! Mou Ye! What's wrong with you?"

  Mou Yao immediately knelt down, this action scared Chen Bin, the more than ten thugs, and even more so, Di Mo and Huang Mao. Only Ling Fei remained calm, pulling out the cigarette from his mouth, exhaling a puff of smoke, "I remember I told you? To be honest?"

  Mou Yao was taken aback, subconsciously saying: "No." Ling Fei kicked him with one foot, kicking Mou Yao to the ground, and Mou Yao covered his head on the ground, saying: "I really can't remember, don't hit me!"

  Ling Fei said sorrowfully: "What a waste of your youth! Look at what you've done! Huh? You lead a group of people out to pretend to be a big shot!" Then Ling Fei pointed at Chen Bin and shouted: "Crown prince? You're just a damn crown prince! Don't think that because you dress nicely, you're not a dog! Look at yourself! Have you read books? Do you know the five characters for moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and labor education? Do you know what 'filial piety is the root of all virtues' means?"

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