Xue Zhishu was still dazed when he was dragged to the hospital. He had clearly arranged for someone to teach Lian Qingyang a lesson, yet how did it turn out that Lian Qingyang wasn’t taught a lesson, and instead, it was him who got severely beaten?
By the time they got to the hospital and started treating his wounds, Xue Zhishu was in so much pain that it felt like half his life had been taken away.
When Meng Yanzhi and Feng Yongqing received the news and came over, Feng Yongqing burst into exaggerated laughter.
Xue Zhishu couldn’t help but curse aloud, "Feng Yongqing, if you laugh again, we’re no longer friends!"
What kind of friend was that?
He was injured so badly, yet Feng Yongqing was standing there, laughing so hard, which made Xue Zhishu very dissatisfied.
"I can’t help it," Feng Yongqing said, trying to suppress his laughter. Even though he didn’t laugh as exaggeratedly as before, both the smile on his lips and the laughter in his eyes were impossible to hide.
Xue Zhishu pitifully looked at Meng Yanzhi and asked, "Mr. Meng, you’re not going to laugh at me, are you?"
"No," Meng Yanzhi replied seriously, "I won’t laugh at you to your face."
Xue Zhishu buried his swollen face, which resembled a pig’s head, in the blanket, looking utterly despondent.
After a while, when Feng Yongqing had laughed enough, he finally asked, "Zhishu, weren’t you supposed to teach someone a lesson? How did you end up being the one taught a lesson? Tell us, what exactly happened?"
Feng Yongqing was extremely curious. Xue Zhishu had brazenly taken his men to teach Lian Qingyang a lesson; how did it end up being him who got taught a lesson by Lian Qingyang?
With a sigh, Xue Zhishu talked about the whole incident, even feeling angry as he spoke. He then said, "Mr. Meng, I feel that Lian Qingyang simply doesn’t take you seriously. I’m one of your people, yet today, I was publicly humiliated by having food splashed on me and got taught a lesson by him. I just can’t swallow this pride."
Xue Zhishu was hoping for Lian Qingyang to stand up for him. Meng Yan tossed Lian Qingyang’s information in front of him, saying, "Take a look."
Xue Zhishu took a serious look. The Lian Family had an overwhelming presence in Sea City, involved in jewels, maritime transport, and even had connections with that world.
"Mr. Meng, am I just supposed to accept this loss without a fight?" Xue Zhishu couldn’t accept it.
"If one isn’t enough, then use two; if two aren’t enough, then get ten," Meng Yan reminded, "The condition is, don’t be as foolish as this time. Be clean and efficient, leave no trace, and what can the Lian Family do to you?"
"Mr. Yan, I knew you wouldn’t stand by idly," Xue Zhishu said excitedly.
Having seen the power of the Lian Family, Xue Zhishu felt that Sea City was not like Jing City. With Meng Yan there, what did he have to fear about the Lian Family?
Just as Meng Yan said—if he left no handle to be caught, what could the Lian Family do to him?
So, Xue Zhishu this time planned thoroughly, intending to teach Lian Qingyang another lesson.
Three days later, as Lian Qingyang was returning home from school, he felt as though he was being tracked. Intentionally, he walked into a deserted alley where ten men, front and back, blocked his way.
"Are you sent by Xue Zhishu?" Lian Qingyang saw the ten well-trained men in black and immediately thought of the person he had beaten a few days ago.
These men didn’t waste words with Lian Qingyang—they got down to business and started attacking him right away.
"Hey, ten on one, isn’t that bullying by the numbers?" Lian Qingyang shouted brazenly, but his actions were swift and without hesitation, immediately fighting back against those in black.


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