Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Unlike Du Yucheng, a half-baked江湖人 (jianghu person, a term referring to people who have only scratched the surface of the martial arts world), Yang Libo was a true ruthless hero who had fought his way up from the bottom.

He now enjoys studying various religious texts, but in his youth, he earned his place in Chung Ying Street through sheer grit and determination.

He had once had a godfather, and he had also become a godfather to clear his wife's name. He had even knelt before his rivals and stabbed himself three times for the sake of his brothers.

Is kneeling shameful? Yes, it is.

But who dares to say that Yang Libo isn't a real man?

Du Yucheng's methods of saving face were seen by a true江湖人 (jianghu person, a person of the underworld) like Yang Libo as choices that only an idiot would make.

It's understandable for a twenty-year-old to care about his image, but for a forty-year-old veteran to still need to work to save face, what is that if not idiot?

True face is never about how generously you treat others or how many subordinates you have.

Face is given by others, not something you seize yourself.

Yang Libo glared at Du Yucheng and sneered, "You think it's a misunderstanding just because you say so? Do you think I'm an idiot like you?"

"Do you really think that just because my brothers are either dead or imprisoned, it's your turn to become the mountain king?"

"Investigating my brother in this tiny territory, Du Yucheng, you must have a lot of influence."

Yang Libo held the Buddhist prayer beads in his left hand and said in a sarcastic tone.

Du Yucheng's henchmen had already surrounded them, glaring resentfully at Yang Libo and Huang Mao.

They couldn't understand how these two dared to do that.

Du Yucheng raised his hand to signal his underlings to get lost, then spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm before saying, "Boss Yang is right, I was presumptuous."

A flash of resentment crossed his eyes.

Yang Libo, a former ship sailor, had a sharp eye; this shrewdness couldn't be hidden from him.

He raised his hand again.

Du Yucheng instinctively flinched.

The hand that had just pulled him away landed on his head and gently stroked it twice.

"Yu Cheng, when will you grow up?"

Yang Libo sighed deeply, then turned away with his hands behind his back.

He fiddled with his prayer beads, then stopped as if remembering something before getting into the car. He turned to Du Yucheng and said, "Boss Du, there's no need to bother investigating. If any of the brothers in Shenzhen who make a living at sea have made a mistake, it's all my fault, Yang Libo's responsibility."

"I'm at home, you can come and shoot me anytime, I can die anytime."

After saying that, Yang Libo got into the car.

Huang Mao calmly walked around the car under the glares of his henchmen and drove away unhurriedly.

Only after the car drove out of the Du family's gate did Huang Mao swallow hard.

"Big brother, weren't you flustered just now...?"

If those people swarmed them, they could easily stomp them into mincemeat with a single kick.

His palms were sweating!

Yang Libo, with his eyes closed, adopted the air of a wise man, fiddling with his prayer beads and muttering incoherently: "True constancy responds to things, true constancy attains nature... Obey the rules of 'Do not touch, do not taste, do not feel,' etc... God is all-powerful, He gives us life, wisdom, and strength... Up, down, up, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, B..."

Huang Mao: "..."

I understand. Big Brother has divine protection, thirty lives, and is fearless.

After Huang Mao and his older brother finished chanting the incantation, they asked, "Big brother, what do we do next?"

Yang Libo opened his eyes: "Didn't Xiao Chang say a couple of days ago that a new dim sum restaurant opened in Dongmen? Come on, let me take you to try it."

Huang Mao almost burst into tears.

The older brother slapped someone across the face at their doorstep, then turned around and wanted to take them out for dim sum!

……

Yang Libo's slap wasn't just a blow to Du Yucheng's face, but also to the faces of all those who call themselves江湖人 (jianghu people, meaning people from the underworld).

They gathered together again, but dared not criticize Yang Libo; instead, they turned their anger towards Lin Ting in the far northeast.

There's nothing wrong with that, since this wouldn't have happened without her.

The contradictions are so obvious that they have almost completely forgotten the true source, which is only separated by a strait.

Lin Ting, who was about to be attacked by the crowd—

Eating hot pot.

The chef's skills are truly excellent; the fish balls and beef balls are very chewy. Moreover, after discovering that Lin Ting likes hot pot, he even made a special trip to Sichuan Province just to learn how to make the spicy hot pot broth.

I also learned how to make Maoxuewang (a spicy Sichuan dish) and boiled sliced ​​pork.

His peers laughed at him for being a sycophant, while he laughed at his peers for not knowing what it was like to receive five or six thousand yuan in bonuses every month.

Ha, he's going to learn all eight major cuisines for Miss Lin!

You must win over the boss's stomach!

"Ouch... Mr. Fang, what's wrong?"

Lin Ting's lips were red and swollen from the spiciness, making her speech unclear.

She was holding her old mobile phone, making a hissing sound, tears streaming down her face.

Fang Deliang paused for three seconds, then asked, "Are you eating?"

"Ah."

Lin Ting took a big gulp of milk to cool down from the spiciness, and only after she calmed down a bit did she ask, "What's wrong?"

Fang Deliang glanced at his watch unconsciously; it was two o'clock in the afternoon.

He sighed and first said politely, "Mr. Lin, you've worked hard."

Lin Ting: "It's alright, just average."

Eating from 12 o'clock to 2 o'clock was indeed a bit tiring.

Fang Deliang said, "There's been a commotion in Shenzhen. Our comrades there informed us that in the past two hours, they've counted over three hundred people coming this way."

In the two previous incidents, although the people were arrested in Shenyang, their criminal records had to be transferred from Shenzhen. For such a big incident, both sides set up special task forces.

They were responsible for providing information on one hand and for making the arrests on the other.

Fang Deliang said, "I suggest you leave Shenyang for a while, the sooner the better."

With so many people, Lin Ting could be finished if she's not careful.

Lin heard this and said, "No, I'm in class, and the final exams are coming up soon."

Fang Deliang: "...?"

Attend class?

Are you serious?

"Besides, I haven't asked Du Yucheng for the money yet."

"..."

"It's a small problem, don't panic... By the way, I asked Brother Liang to bring you some hot pot base. It's a little spicy, so put less in when you eat it."

"..."

Fang Deliang didn't even know what he was feeling when he hung up the phone.

What else could he say?

can only say--

Let's have hot pot tonight.

Lin Ting, on the other end of the phone, stopped smiling and dialed Yang Meiyun's number with a serious expression.

"Sister, I'm almost done here, how's it going on your end?"

"Everything is ready, just waiting for your call."

"Then, go back."

"it is good."