Chapter 1260 — It's This Pretty Boy! All the Turf Here Belongs to the North District. Scar Bear Was Only Just Installed by Brother Guang, and Before He Could Even Establish His Authority He Was Crippled. It Would Be a Wonder If Brother Guang Didn't Bring His Men to Settle the Score! Ying Ziyu Didn't Want to Be Under Wei Zhao's Thumb, and She Didn't Want Her Men to Get Hurt Either; Her Eyes Darting about, She Hit on a Fine Idea—Divert the Trouble Elsewhere!
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Nan Feilong was useless to her now. If she meant to keep her footing at Fushan Middle School, she had to shake off the great nuisance that was Brother Guang. However large her forces at Fushan Middle School might be, set beside a man like Brother Guang, who ran with the real underworld, they amounted to nothing at all.
"I'll come with you, that's fine. But the trouble you've stirred up isn't over yet! Those men who ran off must have gone to fetch reinforcements. When Brother Guang brings his people looking for blood, I can't just abandon my brothers. Of course, if you can settle Brother Guang, then going with you is no problem at all." Ying Ziyu wrenched her hand free of Wei Zhao's.
"Hah—Brother Guang, is it? Fine, then. We'll wait." Wei Zhao did not put the slightest stock in any Brother Guang. In Songshan City, he had traded blows with the likes of Zhao Qibing and Li Cihua without a second thought; what was a Brother Guang but some nobody?
"You may be an agent, but I'm telling you: no matter how good you are with your fists, you're still one man against a crowd, and they have guns!" Ying Ziyu warned him out of kindness. He was annoying, this man, always sticking his nose into other people's business, but she didn't want to see him die just like that.
"That's not your worry," Wei Zhao said flatly.
Just then, from across the school field, a crowd of men came toward them, flanking a young man in a black trench coat. At the sight, she spoke up in haste.
A shadow flickered through Ying Ziyu's eyes. Nan Feilong—that two-faced snake! Scar Bear had been driven off, and here he came instead.
"Ying Ziyu, who'd have thought it? You actually managed to find yourself some outside help?" Nan Feilong had not even come close before he began in that sneering, insinuating voice of his. Clearly his information was sharp—word of how Wei Zhao had dealt with Scar Bear had already reached his ears, or he would never have said such things.
"Nan Feilong, if you won't help me, does that mean I'm not allowed to find anyone else?" Ying Ziyu drew herself up, chest out. In that moment, for the first time, she thought Wei Zhao's arrival might actually be a good thing—it gave her a way to take Nan Feilong down a peg.
"You little bitch. Looks like you hooked up with someone else a long time ago!" A savage light flashed through Nan Feilong's eyes. He raised his head, glanced at Wei Zhao, and said mildly, "Pretty boy, you're finished. You beat Scar Bear, and Brother Guang is already on his way here with his men. Today, you're a dead man."
"Ying Ziyu, who the hell is this?" Wei Zhao had plainly heard her call him Nan Feilong, yet he asked anyway—clearly he did not consider the man worth remembering. "Wearing a trench coat in the middle of summer? Isn't he afraid of breaking out in prickly heat?"
"Pfft—" Ying Ziyu couldn't help laughing out loud. That was a vicious thing to say, but when she thought about it, it was true enough: Nan Feilong was forever posing, in his trench coat, fancying himself Xu Wenqiang, strutting back and forth around the school.
She had never thought much of it before, but after Nan Feilong's betrayal today, Ying Ziyu found him comical—that pinched, monkeyish little face of his, that trench coat, like an extra who'd wandered off the set of some TV drama.
"Fuck!
"Sister Ziyu, it's Brother Long!" one of Ying Ziyu's men blurted out. Then, eyeing the pretty boy: "No need to gloat. Brother Guang will be here with his men any moment. Just you wait to die!" Nan Feilong gave a cold snort, unwilling to spend his breath trading barbs with Wei Zhao—after all, he had heard of Wei Zhao's strength and knew he was no match for him. So he chose to endure for now, and wait. Once Brother Guang arrived, Wei Zhao would be a dead dog.