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Chapter 82 The Prodigal Son Returns
It was nearly 9 o'clock when we returned to the eastern metropolitan area.

The strange incident that happened deep in the West Mountain was also forgotten by everyone.

Because they were rushing to the shooting range for training, Fang Cheng and Ma Dong Hyuk didn't even have time to eat dinner.

When the bus is about to reach Jiuchang Street.

To thank them for their help, Fang Cheng planned to treat them to a meal at a nearby, slightly more upscale restaurant.

There's no way, my wallet is empty now, so I can't be too picky.

Ma Dong Hyuk, however, had no interest in eating at a restaurant and directly suggested having a barbecue at the North Point Night Market.

Fang Cheng was slightly delighted when he heard this, and naturally followed suit.

Colorful neon signs are flashing, and North Point is bustling with all kinds of people at night, exuding a unique vitality that is not present during the day.

A grey second-hand car was driving slowly on the busy street.

"I know there's a food stall that serves really good barbecue. I haven't eaten it for a long time, and I've been craving it lately..."

Sitting in the car, Ma Donghyuk described various delicacies vividly, as if he could already smell the tempting aroma.

Fang Cheng listened to his chatter and stared at the neon signs passing by.

Suddenly his eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke:
"Wait, stop the car."

Upon hearing this, Huangmao immediately stepped on the brakes.

The car window rolled down and Fang Cheng stuck his head out.

Then he shouted to a thin figure a few meters away:

"Wen Xin."

Hearing the call, a girl dragging a sack in the crowd immediately turned around and looked over.

When his eyes fell on Fang Cheng's face in the car.

Those big amber eyes instantly flashed with joy.

"Brother Fang Cheng!"

Fang Cheng smiled and waved at her.

Wen Xin hurriedly ran forward.

However, when she saw that there were other people in the car, her eyes became a little timid, and she couldn't help but shrink the torn sack in her hand behind her back.

"You haven't had dinner yet, let's go eat something together."

Fang Cheng spoke to her familiarly.

Wen Xin secretly glanced at the two people sitting in the front row, shook her head, and didn't dare to reply.

"You are Fang Cheng's sister, right?"

Seeing this, Ma Dong Hyuk came over and interrupted:
"Don't be afraid. Although we are not good people, we will never bully little girls."

As he spoke, he forced out a smile that he thought was kind and amiable.

To be honest, he doesn't look like Ma Jianguo's biological son at all.

Wen Xin's thin shoulders trembled slightly, and she looked even more frightened.

Fang Cheng couldn't bear it, so he got out of the car, took the sack and put it in the trunk.

Then he took her to the back seat.

It seemed like Wen Xin was riding in a car for the first time and she looked around curiously.

When his gaze moved to the two uncles with tattoos and injuries on their bodies, his eyes narrowed and his head quickly lowered.

Fang Cheng saw this and encouraged her:

"Don't be afraid. If these two bad guys dare to bully you, I will use my fists to beat them into real cripples!"

Wen Xin couldn't help laughing when she heard that, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The yellow-haired man holding the steering wheel began to tremble with both hands.

He seemed to remember the experience of being beaten, and even drove the car crookedly.

Ma Dong Hyuk also had a bitter face.

Not to mention that his broken arm hasn't healed yet.

Even if you have all your limbs intact, there is a high probability that you are no match for the "monster" next to you.

In a simple food stall at North Point Night Market.

The flames of the stir-frying rose three feet high, and the smell of oil smoke mixed with the aroma of onions and garlic wafted into the air.

The chicken wings, sausages and grilled fish on the grill are sizzling with oil, emitting an enticing aroma.

"Gulu——"

Fang Cheng and others sat at a folding dining table on the side of the road, clinked glasses with each other, took a sip of beer, and then took a bite of the kebab.

Tomorrow is the New Year's Day holiday, and the number of citizens visiting the night market in the evening has increased significantly.

The food stall was crowded, noisy, and the tables were greasy and piled with dishes.

No one cared at all and continued to eat with relish.

"Fang Cheng, I really admire your achievements at a young age. As your brother, I have lived in vain for more than 30 years..."

Ma Donghe had already drunk 10 bottles of beer in a row and was a little drunk, so he began to sigh.

Huangmao sat aside and supported the comedy, occasionally agreeing with a few words.

Fang Cheng listened attentively, just kept pouring beer for him and asked him to continue talking. Wen Xin was busy chewing a bunch of chicken wings, almost licking the residue in the bone joints clean, and continued to chew the bones in her mouth.

The atmosphere at the table was one of everyone doing their own thing and enjoying themselves.

Even though Ma Dong Hyuk is as strong as a bear, his alcohol tolerance is just like that of an ordinary person.

He seemed to be a bit of a big mouth when he spoke, and he just talked about some embarrassing things he had done in the past.

It started with fighting and skipping school at a young age on campus.

When he entered society, he aspired to be a good hero, but he ended up becoming less and less capable, and was even disliked when he went out to collect debts.

Now that he has entered middle age, he has become confused about his future in life and doesn't know what else he can do.

As she was talking, she suddenly burst into tears, slapped herself hard, and called herself a loser who couldn't even take care of her brothers.

Huangmao felt extremely embarrassed after hearing this and quickly advised him to drink less.

Ma Dong Hyuk's face flushed, and he stiffened his neck and looked at Fang Cheng:

"Ah Cheng, let me ask you something."

"In your eyes, am I, Ma Dong Hyuk, a jerk among jerk? "

Fang Cheng said nothing, peeled a salt and pepper mantis shrimp and put it in Wen Xin's bowl.

From Ma Dong Hyuk's drunken words just now, we can roughly understand why he lost control of his emotions.

In the chaos when the Viper Gang was annexed by the Red Tiger Gang, Adong, one of Ma Dong Hyuk's two closest brothers, and the gang leader whom he regarded as his elder brother were hacked to death.

As for himself, he was seriously injured and nearly died.

Perhaps this experience was a wake-up call for him.

Fang Cheng didn't have much sympathy.

Since you have chosen to embark on the path of the underworld, you must be prepared to end up dead on the streets.

However, he still said a few words of comfort and asked the boss to remove all the remaining beer.

While having this midnight snack, I also met A Fei and others.

They came over specially to show their courtesy, but when they saw Ma Dong Hyuk's drunken appearance, they didn't dare to bring bad luck to him and quickly slipped away.

In this way, three sober people sat with a drunk and talking nonsense guy for half an hour before they packed up the table and left.

I watched as the yellow-haired man struggled to get Ma Dong Hyuk into the car, which drove farther and farther away into the blurry city night.

Fang Cheng's eyes were clear, and he walked slowly with Wen Xin towards Jiuchang Street.

Given his current physical condition, it is difficult for alcohol to have any effect.

Come to the basement of the tube building.

Wen Xin took out the key and opened the door carefully.

Then he stood on tiptoe and pressed the light switch at the door.

An incandescent lamp was lit, and the dim light revealed the situation inside the house.

The small one-bedroom apartment had only a wooden bed and a table as furniture.

The room was full of messy daily necessities and garbage, and there was no place to cook.

Two bowls with some buns left in them were placed directly in the corner, and one could vaguely see the shadow of a mouse running past.

Wen Xin's mother was lying on the cold concrete floor at this moment.

He seemed to be addicted to drugs again, mumbling words like in his sleep.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly, carried her to the bed, and covered her with a piece of clothing.

Then he turned around and saw Wen Xin twisting the sack with her little hands, with a timid expression on her face.

"Brother Fang Cheng, will you dislike me?"

Her eyes flickered as she looked at Fang Cheng and asked in a low voice.

"how could be?"

Fang Cheng was slightly stunned.

Wen Xin's tense face seemed to relax a little after receiving a positive answer.

Before Fang Cheng left, he remembered something and said:
"Wen Xin, don't go out tomorrow afternoon. Stay at home and wait for your brother to come back, okay?"

"it is good."

Wen Xin didn't ask why, but nodded seriously in agreement.

After saying goodbye to her, Fang Cheng quickly went upstairs and walked home.

After passing an iron gate, he suddenly stopped.

After hesitating for a moment, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Brother Cheng, what's up so late?"

After the door opened, Zhou Xiumei's pretty face blushed slightly and she looked at Fang Cheng in surprise.

Fang Cheng considered the sentence and then said:
"Xiu Mei, can you help me with something?"

Standing at the door, listening to Fang Cheng finish his story.

Zhou Xiumei's eyes flickered slightly and she nodded vigorously.

"Brother Cheng, please believe me, I can definitely get this done."

(End of this chapter)