The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

"Of course! I can find that old thing's lair with my eyes closed!" Chen Yifan boasted unconvincedly, and suddenly stopped, pointing to the front and said, "The old dog must be hiding in this rat hole!"

Su Yang followed his vicious gaze and saw a dark gap between three crooked self-built houses, and foul-smelling sewage foaming in the ditch.

Chen Yifan had already opened the car door, the saber spinning in his palm vigorously: "Let's go, let's try to get in here."

"Got it!"

As soon as the two stepped into the alley, the clothesline above their heads snapped under the weight, and the wet sheets fell over their heads. Chen Yifan tore off the cloth, cursing: "Who hung this up? I'll smash your washing machine!"

Su Yang followed beside him, crouching down to avoid the flowing sewage, but the tip of his shoe still rubbed against the moss in the corner, and his foot slipped and he almost fell into the garbage dump.

Chen Yifan quickly grabbed him by the collar and said, "You have two eggs under your eyebrows. You can only blink but not look! Be careful. Even rats have to wear gas masks in this place!"

"Phew! Hehe, thank you Brother Chen, I finally understand the deep meaning of your name. 'Yifan' clearly means 'superb skills, one in a million'! I admire you!"

"Hahaha!! You're good at talking, I like it!"

The noises of the two startled the old lady upstairs and she poked her head out: "Which short-lived ghost is making noise downstairs?"

"It's none of your business, you old hag! Your mouth stinks, be careful that you might give birth to a grandson without an asshole!" Chen Yifan raised his head and yelled, then dragged Su Yang forward.

The old lady was startled and quickly retracted her head, muttering, "Dick, you have no manners at all."

The two of them turned into a lane that was only wide enough for one person to pass through, and the pants hung above their heads slapped their faces in the night wind. Chen Yifan kicked the broken spittoon at his feet, startling the cockroach army under the wall.

"Maybe we've found the wrong place?" Su Yang wiped the spider webs off his face. "How about we retreat first? This place is so eerie and scary. I always feel a chill on my back."

"Coward," Chen Yifan suddenly pulled him behind him, "There's movement!" The saber in his hand instantly unfolded into a half-man-high long sword, and the blade reflected the vigilant faces of the two. In the end, it was just a lame stray dog that ran past the corner of the wall, its tail sweeping off the wall and falling down.

Chen Yifan speechlessly put away his knife and kicked the dog's butt: "Get lost! Don't be a coward like the Second Hall Master!"

The two men spent another half an hour in the unfinished building, but found nothing except half a box of expired condoms and three dead mice.

Su Yang kicked away the broken cardboard box that was blocking the way, "Brother Chen, there are too many mosquitoes in this place. If we keep looking, we will both become anemic! Do you think the Second Hall Master might have taken advantage of the situation and gone back to the city to drink?"

Chen Yifan kicked over the plastic bucket at his feet, startling a bunch of green-headed flies. "Damn it! I don't believe it! The old guy's modified wheel print suddenly disappeared here, there must be something fishy!"

He had very good eyesight and noticed something was wrong in the corner. He reached out and pulled aside the tattered mat at the foot of the wall. A dusty drunk was curled up inside. The two of them took a half step back in fear.

"Fuck! Bad luck!" Chen Yifan spat, and lifted the drunk's collar with the tip of the knife and shook it, "Hey hey hey! Wake up! Have you seen a black car with flames graffiti on it?"

The drunkard mumbled incoherently in his sleep and burped a sour burp. Chen Yifan threw him back into the garbage heap in disgust: "Get lost! You can't even come up with a useful clue!"

Half an hour later——

Chen Yifan's patience was completely exhausted, and he roared to the sky: "Second Hall Master, you coward! Come out and fight me if you dare! Don't hide in a rat hole and act like a grandson!"

The only response he got was the howling of wild dogs in the distance.

Su Yang slumped on the rotten sofa and jumped up because of the spring: "Brother Chen, I think we should leave first. I've been busy for so long and I'm hungry."

I have been busy with Jian Yi's affairs today, and I didn't eat much during the meal. I was also dragged out to explore for a long time, so my stomach is already flat.

"Tsk, what a waste!" Chen Yifan cursed, but still led him out. "Then I'll take you to find something to eat. You're as skinny as a ping-pong paddle. Don't starve to death."

The two of them got in the car, and he started the car while muttering: "That Second Hall Master must have learned the skill of digging holes from a groundhog. Where did he go?..."

As we all know, Chen Yifan is a person who never wastes time on himself. Is he angry? He will scold anyone he catches, without holding back! As for the unlucky person who gets scolded, it all depends on his liking for him.

As the car turned onto the main road, a white car in front suddenly stepped on the brakes. Chen Yifan honked the horn, stuck his head out of the window and cursed:

"You're stepping on the brake pedal like the accelerator? Your driver's license must be issued by the driving school principal's second uncle! You might as well ride your father's 28-bar if you drive so slowly, and you can also go to the vegetable market to sell vegetables!"

Just as he drew back his body after cursing, a modified car on the right passed by with its exhaust pipe blaring, causing the accessories in Chen Yifan's car to jingle.

He immediately rolled down his car window and chased after him, whistling at the driver next to him: "Hey! The money you earned from modifying the exhaust pipe is enough to buy a new car, right? You might as well use the spare money to buy yourself a good coffin, so that you don't end up with your body exposed in the wilderness!"

Seeing the other party rolling his eyes and speeding away, he continued to chase after him and cursed him until he disappeared in the traffic.

What made him most angry was the silver SUV driving side by side. The driver was driving slowly and turning his head to look at his phone from time to time.

Chen Yifan started chatting with the man directly: "Dude, the road is paved with the ashes of your ancestors. Are you afraid of raising dust if you drive too fast? If you drive so slowly, you might as well donate the car to a museum as a static exhibit, and give it an explanation. Look, this is a land snail from ancient times!"

Just as the other party was about to retort, he had already stepped on the accelerator and rushed out, not forgetting to give a middle finger in the rearview mirror: "Go home and ask your wife to teach you how to step on the accelerator, don't come out here and embarrass yourself!"

Su Yang huddled in the passenger seat, not daring to breathe, watching Chen Yifan competing with all the cars on the road. He felt that this Brother Chen was not driving, but declaring war on all the drivers on the road.

Finally arriving in the city, he parked the car on the side of the road and dragged Su Yang to a barbecue stall. The owner of the barbecue stall shouted from a distance: "Hey! Brother Chen, how come you have time to take care of the business today?"

Chen Yifan sat down, crossed his legs and said, "I got bit by a dog today, and my stomach aches. Let me get some hard stuff to make up for it!"

He turned around and asked, "Kid, order whatever you want to eat, it's my treat today!"

Su Yang didn't bother to be polite with him. The little brat ate so much that he ordered a lot of food.

Soon, the skewers were served. Su Yang was already extremely hungry, so he took a skewer of lamb and stuffed it into his mouth. He inhaled because it was so hot, and said incoherently, "It's delicious! It's so delicious!"

Chen Yifan looked at his eating manner and laughed so hard that he fell backwards. He opened a bottle of beer for him and placed it in front of him: "You are a starving ghost! Eat slowly, no one will snatch it from you!"

He also picked up a string of chicken wings and took a bite. "Hmm! This taste is still authentic! When I have time, I'll call your brother Su Xiang to come over and have a gathering. Let me take a good look at how much you two look alike."

Su Yang took a sip of beer, calmed down, and said, "Of course there is no problem with this! Brother Chen, why do you think the Second Hall Master is always against you?"

Chen Yifan's face darkened. "It's all because of the territory! That old guy wanted to take over my place and sabotaged it time and again. He dared to break the rules of the Sky Eye Society. Does he really think my saber is a fucking toy?"

Su Yang quickly filled Chen Yifan's glass with wine: "Brother Chen, calm down! When you deal with the Second Hall Master, won't the entire West District be yours?"

Chen Yifan shook his head: "I'm already so busy with the affairs of Niguangtang, who the hell wants to compete with him for territory? If that old dog hadn't ridden on my head time and time again, who would have the time to play cat and mouse with him?"

Su Yang raised his glass and clinked it with Chen Yifan's. "Brother Chen, what you said is quite frank! If it were anyone else, they would have been crippled by the old fox Second Hall Master, but only you can fool him and make him run around the streets! If Ni Guang Tang didn't have you at the helm, it would have been gnawed by those bastards to the point of leaving nothing behind!"

Chen Yifan raised his head and drank the wine, then wiped his mouth: "That old guy is only fit to play tricks in the gutter! Last time he splashed red paint at the entrance of my place, I took my brothers to smash his three hideouts overnight, and even welded the safe where he hid his private money in the women's restroom!"

“Hahaha!! Absolutely amazing!” Su Yang almost choked with laughter. “If it were me, I would have been furious, but Brother Chen was so different that he was disgusted to death! This move of fighting poison with poison is even more cruel than the Seven Wounds Fist in martial arts novels!”