Chapter 70

Zhang Wanjun was well-known on the streets of Haizhou, but because he had become increasingly low-key over the past two years, most of the small-time hooligans had never had the chance to meet him. However, the person who had just shouted was someone almost all the small-time hooligans in Haizhou recognized. This person was Lu Yong, the manager of Century Light.

Century Light, which opened at the end of 1999, was always the largest disco in Haizhou. As for Lu Yong, the manager, he was essentially the boss of the place.

Century Light was almost the favorite spot for the hooligans in Haizhou, so Lu Yong's face and reputation were extremely well-known among them. Everyone knew he was bold, ruthless, and had many followers, and they also knew that his boss was Zhang Wanjun. With Zhang Wanjun now rarely involving himself in street affairs, Lu Yong was essentially Zhang Wanjun's spokesperson on the streets.

When Lu Yong shouted, Zou Long and his group of followers outside realized that five cars had just pulled up.

One Audi A6, two Mitsubishi Pajeros, and two Haima Prima, with no movement from the Audi, but the other four cars disgorged over twenty people who immediately surrounded them. Lu Yong, leading the group, held a steel rod wrapped in black electrical tape, his face fierce.

These hooligans were taken aback, not knowing what was happening. Just a moment ago, Zhang Wanjun's brand new A6 had parked next to their boss's Accord, and Zhang Wanjun had even greeted their boss. Everyone had been talking about how their boss had such a deep connection with Zhang Wanjun, but now, how did Zhang Wanjun's top enforcer, Lu Yong, show up?

Seeing that the small-time hooligans were still standing there, Lu Yong became furious and swung the steel pipe without hesitation, smashing the head of the nearest one, causing blood to gush out.

"Are you saying I'm talking nonsense? Get the hell out of here, all of you!"

The group of hooligans immediately understood that Lu Yong was there to deal with them. Unlike Zou Hua, Lu Yong was known for his ruthlessness on the streets. The small-time hooligans in Haizhou knew his stories by heart and spoke of his methods with fear.

So, the dozen or so hooligans outside Zou Hua's group immediately fled, covering their heads. Lu Yong, still unsatisfied, chased after them, beating and kicking them, each action accompanied by a sound effect: "Damn, still hesitating!" "Get the hell out of here!" "You still dare to look back? What the hell are you looking at!"

Zou Hua was shocked. He had just gotten out of his car to see what was happening when he saw Lu Yong single-handedly drive away his followers. His followers, like children seeing their father, only knew to cover their heads and run, not daring to make a sound.

"Brother Yong, what are you doing..." Zou Hua was a bit nervous. He wasn't stupid and, seeing this setup, realized something was wrong. Thinking of Song Liang, who had been calm in the car, he instinctively thought that Lu Yong must have been brought in by Song Liang.

At this point, Zou Hua's followers had all been driven away, fleeing like dogs with their tails between their legs. Without a leader, they could still follow someone else, but if they offended Lu Yong, they wouldn't be able to survive in Haizhou. Moreover, since Lu Yong had stepped in, it was obvious that Zou Hua wouldn't stand a chance. Who would be willing to take risks for him at this time?

Lu Yong, holding the steel rod in his right hand, continuously hit his left palm, squinting as he sized up Zou Hua: "Hua, right? What's the deal, are you going against Brother Liang today?"

Zou Hua was drenched in cold sweat, flattery in his voice: "Brother Yong, this must be a misunderstanding. A brother of mine was beaten by a high school student, so I helped him get some revenge. I didn't go against any Brother Liang."

Zhang Wanjun, who had come out of his Audi, stood in front of Zou Hua, squinting as he asked: "Hua, you dare to provoke my friend. Are you planning to take charge of all the street affairs in Haizhou from now on?"

Zou Hua felt as if the sky was about to collapse. Just half an hour ago, Zhang Wanjun had greeted him, making him feel elated and his vanity skyrocket. Now, he realized that Zhang Wanjun had come to deal with him.

"Brother Jun, there must be a misunderstanding. I really don't know any Brother Liang. I just..."

Zhang Wanjun raised his hand to signal him to be quiet, then looked at Song Liang in the Accord, smiling: "Old Song, are you still addicted to this old Accord?"

At this moment, Song Liang got out of the car, nodded and smiled at Zhang Wanjun, then looked at Zou Hua, saying calmly: "Let me introduce myself. I'm Song Liang, and Li Mu is my brother. Since you've taken responsibility for your brother's actions, I'll settle this with you."

Li Mu also got out of the car at this moment.

With a big shot helping him, Li Mu followed the principle of saying less, doing less, and learning more. He stood in place, not speaking.

When Zou Hua heard the name Song Liang, the sky that was about to collapse completely fell.

Song Liang's reputation in Haizhou was no less than Zhang Wanjun's. Although he didn't mix on the streets, everyone in Haizhou knew that his influence was much greater than Zhang Wanjun's.

First, Song Liang was much wealthier than Zhang Wanjun. Song Liang was involved in real estate in Haizhou, and Zhang Wanjun was the one who supplied all the cement and sand for the construction sites, essentially making money by following Song Liang.

Second, Song Liang's connections were far superior to Zhang Wanjun's. Zhang Wanjun had started to clean up his act in the past two years, but even if he did, he wouldn't become a guest of the city committee, nor would he be invited to cut the ribbon for a school building. He wouldn't have the complex network of connections that Song Liang had in Jinling. Zhang Wanjun was just a hooligan, and no matter how well he did in Haizhou, he would never be able to show his face in high society. Song Liang, on the other hand, was not a hooligan but a social elite who could control both the black and white sides of society.

Zou Hua understood these principles very well. He wasn't stupid, and helping Guo Yuhang wasn't a blind act of emotion but a way to extract benefits from his father. However, he never expected that a high school student could bring in someone like Song Liang, who was a god-like figure in Haizhou.

"Brother Liang, I was wrong, I couldn't recognize a mountain, I deserve to die, I..."

Zou Hua, in a panic, was almost on the verge of a heart attack.

Guo Yuhang, in the car, also felt his heart about to jump out of his chest. Although he didn't get out of the car, he saw and heard everything clearly, realizing that Li Mu was so powerful that today's matter would not end well.

Zou Hua, extremely frightened, kept saying how he was a scoundrel and started slapping himself, left and right, making a clear sound, showing real effort.

Song Liang, impatient, said: "Don't tell me these useless things. You said you would take responsibility for your brother's actions. Since that's the case, let me tell you my solution."

Zou Hua, with a crying voice, begged: "Brother Liang, I was wrong, please forgive me, I..."

"Let me finish!" Song Liang, annoyed, punched the roof of the Accord, the sound making Zou Hua and Guo Yuhang in the car jump in fear.

Seeing Song Liang's anger, Lu Yong, with both hands, swung the steel pipe and smashed it into Zou Hua's back, knocking him to the ground. Then, Lu Yong grabbed the hair on the back of his head, pulling him up to his knees, his back forming a C-shape.

"Brother Liang hasn't finished speaking. If you interrupt again, I'll tear your mouth apart."

Lu Yong's voice was not loud, but his words were clear, exuding a ruthless aura.

Zou Hua, in pain from his back and scalp, didn't dare to make a sound.

Song Liang waved his hand: "Xiao Yong, don't be impulsive. Let's talk things out calmly."

Lu Yong nodded, released Zou Hua, who didn't dare to stand up, kneeling on the ground.

Song Liang then resumed his usual calm demeanor and said: "Your brother provoked my brother, and my brother beat him. This was a matter between the two of them, and they should have settled it themselves. I shouldn't have interfered, but since you insisted on taking responsibility, I can't blame you for it."

"You wanted to hurt my brother and insulted me for a while. I need to settle this with you. Since you emphasized that you would take responsibility for your brother, I'll settle both matters with you."

Hearing this, Zou Hua quickly begged: "Brother Liang, insulting you was my fault. You can beat me or insult me, I have no complaints. But I won't take responsibility for this guy. He caused trouble on his own, and I shouldn't be involved. Let him face the consequences himself."

Song Liang glanced at the pale-faced Guo Yuhang in the car and said to Zou Hua: "Since you said you would take responsibility, you must. If you feel it's unfair, you can settle it with him after I'm done with you."

Zou Hua was panicked, wanting to beg for mercy and explain, but Song Liang waved his hand: "Don't worry, I won't beat you or insult you. I just have some anger to vent, and I have a business proposition for you today."

Zou Hua didn't understand, and Song Liang looked at the new Accord and asked: "How much did you pay for this car?"

"Twenty... twenty-six thousand eight hundred."

Song Liang said calmly: "I'll buy this car from you at the original price. What do you think?"

Zou Hua was even more confused, but when Song Liang said he wanted to buy his car, he instinctively wanted to say he didn't want money. However, this car had drained his savings. He usually spent money freely, and after years of mixing on the streets, he had spent all his savings on this car. He didn't dare to say such a thing.

Seeing his lack of response, Song Liang frowned and urged: "Speak!"

Zou Hua quickly said: "Okay, okay, whatever Brother Liang says."

"Alright, twenty-six thousand eight hundred. This car is mine." Song Liang nodded, turned to Lu Yong, and said: "Xiao Yong, this car is bothering me. Have your brothers smash it for me now."