Chapter 1262 — Resistance Is Futile. "How Is It the Leader of the North District Acts Like a Dog!" Ying Ziyu Was Sickened by the Sight of Zou Ruoguang. She Had Once Rather Admired Him, Thinking That a Man So Young Who Had Become Leader of the North District Must Surely Be Formidable; Today, However, She Saw at a Glance That He Was Nothing but a Bootlicker!
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"Go ahead and try. If he dares take you in, I'll burn his Geli Fuyun Bar to the ground," Wei Zhao said with a frown, in a mild voice.
"Oh..." This time Ying Ziyu felt not a flicker of disappointment; she was rather thrilled. Wei Zhao was not afraid of Li Cihua either? This brother of hers, this captain, seemed to be quite something. If she followed him, wouldn't she have a fine future ahead of her?
But he did not seem to be one of the underworld. Zou Ruoguang called him Master Lin. What did Master Lin mean? Was he some shaman who danced for the gods? Surely not?
"So it really was my brother who sent you to look after me?" Once in the taxi, Ying Ziyu's feelings settled; knowing she could not resist, she could only accept her fate.
"Mm." Wei Zhao nodded. The thought of Pangolin cast a shadow over his mood.
"My brother... where is he now? Why doesn't he come back?" Ying Ziyu asked.
"He's gone on a special mission, and may not be back for a long while. Your brother told me you're about to sit the high school entrance exams, so he asked me to come and look in on you and keep you at your books," Wei Zhao said.
"Oh... it's been so long since I saw my brother." Ying Ziyu sighed. "Do you think someone like me could pass into high school?"
"Start studying tomorrow and you can," Wei Zhao said mildly.
"Running the streets, you can make something of yourself at that too, can't you?" Ying Ziyu asked cautiously.
"Bullshit. Look at Zou Ruoguang. I could kick him to death more easily than I could step on an ant." Wei Zhao sighed. Ying Ziyu was at the age of youthful rebellion, at its very worst stage: children that age were impulsive, worshipped violence, and craved thrills.
In their eyes a gang boss was a mighty being, and Ying Ziyu was no exception. But Wei Zhao had to give her a proper outlook on life and tell her that Zou Ruoguang had no future, and that even Li Cihua had no future.
"Then what do you do?" Ying Ziyu countered.
"I used to be your brother's colleague; now I'm a student." Wei Zhao did not hide it; sooner or later Ying Ziyu would learn who he was.
"A student?" Ying Ziyu was taken aback and looked at Wei Zhao strangely. "You're a student?"
"Mm. Songshan First High School. I've come back to study," Wei Zhao said. "Why so many questions? Take care of yourself first."
Ying Ziyu pursed her lips; she chafed at Wei Zhao's heavy-handed style of home tutoring, yet she had no way to resist it.
What could she use against him? The people she thought so formidable groveled in his presence; Ying Ziyu did not imagine she could out-argue Wei Zhao. Above all, Wei Zhao seemed to know nothing of tenderness for a girl, treating her wholly as a child, and that left her with no move to make.
She could not even be bothered to play the damsel's wiles. She had a feeling that if she tried such tricks on Wei Zhao, all she would get in return was a helping of stir-fried bamboo shoots and pork.