"Hehehe... Boss, this guy is too pretty, way better looking than all that cheap makeup out there."
"Don’t even mention it, it’s true. Just looking at this face got me hard." The burly man ran his hand over Meng Ping’s fair and delicate face, startled by the pleasant feel of it.
"This skin is softer than a maiden’s."
"Really? Really? Let me touch..."
A group of unkempt vagrants who hadn’t bathed for a long time crazily surrounded Meng Ping, groping him all over. Grime quickly marred Meng Ping’s pale face, and his thin clothing became terribly crumpled.
Throughout the ordeal, he didn’t make a sound, clenching his teeth and enduring. His eyes blazed with ferocity, as the desire to kill surged uncontrollably within him.
The factory doors opened silently on their own, as if moved by an unseen breeze.
Out of the corner of his eye, Meng Ping spotted Xu Qigang appearing at the doorway and let out a muffled groan, spitting out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
Xu Qigang moved like the wind, fiercely storming in. In a flash, ten men were downed. The leader of the gang was brutally kicked against the wall by him and knocked out cold.
Another man, brandishing a cleaver, attempted to rush in desperatly, only to find himself staring down the barrel of a gun aimed directly between his eyes. The knife clattered to the floor, and he dropped to his knees with a thud, begging for mercy.
Xu Qigang put away his gun and went to check on Meng Ping, visibly dissatisfied. "How are you? A bunch of losers manage to catch you?"
In fact, Xu Qigang had always treated Meng Ping like a real younger brother, even though Meng Ping had later vied with him for Xiao Ning. Despite feeling uncomfortable, it never changed his attitude. Seeing his brother beaten up and humiliated by a gang of vagrants definitely infuriated him.
"Shen Yu’s men split up when they left the city." Meng Ping pulled a neatly folded white handkerchief from his pocket, gently dabbing the blood from the corner of his mouth. "I haven’t suffered as many injuries in my life as I have this year."
"I’ll take you to the hospital first."
"Go outside and wait for me, I’ve got a few words for these losers."
"Okay." Xu Qigang nodded and walked out. He waited outside for about ten minutes, standing still with furrowed brows. Meng Ping staggered out, hands propped on his knees, forehead dotted with fine beads of sweat. Every breath he took, his entire chest ached, a sign that tonight had been costly.
"Let’s go!" He looked up at Xu Qigang with a pale, devilish smile.
Xu Qigang’s brow twitched. "How did you deal with the people inside?"
"I didn’t do much to them." Meng Ping couldn’t even stand upright and said weakly, "Carry me on your back! I really can’t walk anymore!"
"Okay." Xu Qigang bent down and effortlessly hoisted Meng Ping onto his back. "Your brother would be furious if he saw you !" Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel⦿fire.net
Rarely, Xu Qigang’s deep voice carried a trace of nostalgic sorrow. Since Meng Fan’s death, he almost dared not reminisce about their times of living and dying together, of gallant and fervent spirits.
A war that should have been his pride for life. But the death of his best brother there turned into a past that Xu Qigang was reluctant to recall. It also became the scar hidden deep in his heart, known to no one. No one knew that the cold-hearted Living Yama was also a flesh-and-blood man who could feel pain, regret, and guilt.
Meng Ping fell silent for a while, his dense lashes like little fans shielding the thoughts in his eyes. After a long moment, he finally said in a hoarse voice, "Even if you say that, I still like Sheng Ning. Don’t think about softening me up; it’s useless!"