Chapter 1261 — Watch Her for Me. Huh? Surrounded by His Crowd, Brother Guang Caught Sight of Wei Zhao Standing Beside Ying Ziyu and Stunned
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Wei Zhao? How could it be Wei Zhao?
Brother Guang felt an urge to die. Yes, he genuinely wanted to die — had he known Wei Zhao was here, he would never have come; he wouldn't have come even if beaten to death.
Never mind giving up the turf of Fushan Middle School — he would hand over every inch of the North District's turf without a moment's hesitation, and gladly.
This Brother Guang was none other than Zou Ruoguang, the top man of the city's North District. At this moment his face was a sight to behold, and a grim one at that.
Zou Ruoguang knew full well what had become of Zhen Yingjun. So what if Ma Zhu was so formidable? Hadn't Lord Lin beaten him into a cripple? And Lord Lin came through without a scratch, still going strong, still as terrible as ever.
He had heard that Ma Zhu's master was coming down the mountain, but Zou Ruoguang held out little hope. A master? So what? Before the all-powerful Lord Lin, a master was only more punching-bag material.
"Son of a bitch!" Zou Ruoguang seethed with fury and slammed his palm across Nan Feilong's face.
A sharp crack left Nan Feilong reeling, and his men were stunned too. Even most of Zou Ruoguang's own men stood gaping. Only a small handful of Zou's trusted lieutenants had laid eyes on Wei Zhao before and knew what a hard, merciless man he was — they understood perfectly why Brother Guang had gone mad and struck Nan Feilong.
"I... Brother Guang..." Nan Feilong had been knocked silly. Flustered, he clapped a hand over his mouth and mumbled through it: "Brother Guang, it wasn't me — it was that pale-faced pretty boy, he's the one who beat Scar Bear, not me! You've hit the wrong man!"
"He hit well! Hit beautifully! Hit like a song!" Brother Guang jumped, then blurted in a hurry: "The one I'm hitting is you! I didn't hit the wrong man!"
By now even Ying Ziyu and her men were somewhat dumbfounded. What had come over Brother Guang? He had walked straight up and slapped Nan Feilong across the face — had the man lost his mind? But whatever the case, seeing Nan Feilong take a beating gave Ying Ziyu and her men no small satisfaction.
"Huh?" Nan Feilong was more lost than ever. Not the wrong man? Then why on earth had Brother Guang hit him?
"Beat this kid to a pulp! Beat him half to death!" Zou Ruoguang jabbed a finger at Nan Feilong and barked the order at his own men. This Nan Feilong was clearly Wei Zhao's enemy — so there was no need for Lord Lin to lift a finger; he would take care of him himself.
"Yes, sir!" Though many of Zou Ruoguang's men had no idea what was going on, when the boss himself gives the word, who cared who it was — they would just beat him.
And so Nan Feilong was hemmed in at the center of the ring, howling like a ghost.
These men of Zou Ruoguang's were veteran brawlers who knew exactly how to handle a man: they could make him suffer without leaving any visible wounds.
Brother Guang had only said to beat him half to death — not to kill him outright. So none of them dared to strike too hard.
"You. Come here." Wei Zhao beckoned to Zou Ruoguang.
Zou Ruoguang jumped, his heart in his throat. His face twisted in agony, yet he did not dare disobey Wei Zhao; he could only edge forward, step by careful step.
"Lord Lin, you've come! You see, in the North District there are still some unsightly little thugs making trouble in front of Lord Lin — that's my lax management! I beg your forgiveness!" Zou Ruoguang lowered his posture as far as it would go, and he had no choice but to.
Zou Ruoguang knew exactly what sort of man Wei Zhao was: if Wei Zhao wanted to ruin you, he didn't even have to kill you — he could leave you alive, with a heart already dead.
Ying Ziyu stared in disbelief, eyes wide. How could Brother Guang, the top man of the North District, be so groveling before Wei Zhao? Had Wei Zhao beaten him up too, perhaps?