A group of people emerged from around the corner of the road, led by Wang Lang from last time, accompanied by Wang Bing. The group stopped not far from Jiang Xu.

Wang Lang's face wasn't fully healed yet, still bearing some bruises, making him look even more ferocious. The people behind him weren't the same group as before; clearly, he had quite a few more underlings.

Wang Lang glanced at Jiang Xu and said to Wang Bing, "Is it him?"

Wang Bing immediately nodded, "That's my cousin. Gu Li is close to him. He relies on his looks. If you deal with him, you'll be slapping Gu Li in the face and it will definitely help you get revenge."

Wang Lang: "So, are you going to take responsibility for the consequences of him reporting to Gu Li, or should I take them?"

Wang Bing paused for a moment, then immediately said, "No, he's just a pretty boy. If you take care of him, he won't dare tell Gu Li at all. Besides, after you've dealt with him, I'll take care of keeping quiet about him. Don't worry, cousin."

Wang Bing knew that Wang Lang's presence meant there was something going on, and if he tried to persuade Jiang Xu again, he would definitely get punished. He didn't want to let this opportunity slip away again.

Besides, once Jiang Xu is dealt with, his 1 million will be forgotten. He'll vent his anger, solve the problem, and please Wang Lang all at once—a triple win.

Wang Lang stayed home for two days after that day, feeling increasingly annoyed. Just then, Wang Bing came looking for him, and he thought it would be good to make Gu Li a little unhappy too.

As for Gu Li's revenge, he can't afford to offend him, so he can avoid him. He has the Wang family behind him, so Gu Li has to keep some things to himself.

If Gu Li knew what Wang Lang was thinking, he would only say, "A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, that's realism."

While they were discussing it, Jiang Xu simply took out his phone. He remembered that Gu Li wanted to watch a show, so he was giving him a chance to put on a good show. It was reasonable for Gu Li to call him "brother."

Jiang Xu thought it made perfect sense, so he promptly sent his location to the other party. He didn't know if the show would still be exciting enough when the other party arrived, or if Gu Li would still be willing to accept the offer, but what if she was?

When the henchman across from him saw him still casually taking out his phone, he immediately started yelling, "Brother Wang, he looks down on you. You're here and he's still looking at his phone."

"Yeah, yeah, that pretty boy is just so naive."

"Let's teach him a lesson. Gu Li's men are no match for us; they look so weak."

After Jiang Xu finished sending the message, he looked up and saw that everyone across from him was looking at him. He put his phone back in his pocket, looked at Wang Lang, and gave him a friendly smile.

Wang Lang frowned immediately and turned to Wang Bing, asking, "What's he laughing at?"

Wang Bing immediately replied, "He's trying to please you. He does the same thing to Gu Li. Don't be fooled by him."

Wang Lang: "Do you need to tell me? Shut up and stay out of the way."

Jiang Xu raised an eyebrow. The other person didn't recognize him. People with small eyes really do have poor eyesight.

His smile grew even more gentle, as if he had a friendly relationship with the other person.

Wang Lang felt a little uncomfortable. "What are you laughing at, you dead gay?"

Jiang Xu raised an eyebrow. He wanted to stall for time and wait for Gu Li, but this guy was really asking for trouble.

He stopped laughing, extended his fist towards the other person, and unfolded it one by one, starting with his thumb, just like Gu Li had done to him. Finally, he retracted four fingers, leaving only his pinky finger, and hooked it while the other person was still stunned. He looked extremely contemptuous.

Jiang Xu wondered how well Gu Li would rate his imitation of Jiang Xu, and whether Gu Li would say "Well done." He suppressed his smile and didn't laugh again.

Jiang Xu didn't speak. He had already used the excuse of playing around to conceal his identity, so there was no need for him to speak and let the other party recognize him.

He had originally planned to play the weak fool and imitate Jiang Xu for fun, but now he wasn't going to pretend anymore. If someone spoke ill of him, he should be prepared to suffer.

And if you say too much and the other person's not-so-developed brain picks it up, then the fun is greatly diminished. Of course, it's more interesting to reveal the secret at the end.

"You little rascal, you've learned nothing but how to act cool like Gu Li," Wang Bing said, his anger rising as he watched Jiang Xu beckon with his little finger. "If you beg for mercy now, I'll go easy on your face."

Wang Bing, who was standing nearby, immediately objected upon hearing this, "Cousin..."

Wang Lang glared at him, "You have a problem with that?"

Wang Bing shook his head. "No."

"I told you to stay out of the way, what are you still standing here for?" Wang Lang said with a disdainful tone, then turned back to look at Jiang Xu again.

Jiang Xu took a step back without saying a word, and even looked back at what was behind him, as if he was about to run away.

"Are you mute? Not going to say anything?" Wang Lang sneered at Jiang Xu's actions. "Trying to run away? You think you can get away?"

Jiang Xu was indeed watching to see if the other person could escape, but he was only watching to see if the other person could run away; he didn't intend to let the other person escape halfway through the game.

He roughly estimated that he could stretch out his arms and legs, turned back, gave the other person a thumbs-up, then flipped over and tapped his thumb on the ground twice, provoking the other person again.

Wang Lang's eyes were fierce. "Good lad, you don't know your place when you see a glimpse of someone."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xu moved, stepping back and pushing off the ground as he charged towards the crowd opposite him.

Wang Lang's breath hitched, and he hurriedly ordered, "Go, take care of him."

The crowd rushed towards Jiang Xu, who nimbly dodged and seized every opportunity to throw punches and kicks. His movements were swift and ruthless, demonstrating his skill and strength, allowing him to hold his own against multiple opponents.

Wang Lang, watching from the back row, slowly frowned. The posture and movements seemed so familiar, especially the way the hand aimed directly at the nerve center. It was so familiar that he felt he had seen it not long ago.

He tried hard to watch Jiang Xu's movements and also tried his best to catch a glimpse of the other person's face. The other person was very good-looking, and he should remember him if he had seen him before.

The next moment, Wang Lang froze. He caught a glimpse of Jiang Xu's eyes for a fleeting moment. Those eyes held the interest of teasing its prey, the sharpness of a natural hunter. This was the man from that alley.

Wang Lang squinted, wanting to take a closer look, but then the roar of a motorcycle engine sounded behind him, and he instinctively looked back.

Gu Lili landed, braked, and swerved, kicking off the side stand. He strode off the sleek car, his long legs sweeping across the roof. He tossed his head, his red hair falling loose, and his handsome appearance was captivating.

He waved in Wang Lang's direction. Wang Lang didn't expect him to greet him. His human instinct kicked in and he just raised his hand, but he immediately realized that Gu Li wasn't even looking at him. He lowered his hand and clenched it into a fist, feeling embarrassed and annoyed.

Gu Li saw Wang Lang's actions clearly. "No one can compare to you when it comes to being presumptuous," he said as he walked forward, closing the distance between them.

Wang Lang stared directly at Gu Li, "What are you doing here?"

Gu Li said, "I can be wherever I want." He then pointed behind Wang Lang and gave him a meaningful look.

Wang Lang suddenly remembered something and turned around to see Jiang Xu rushing towards him without any obstruction.

The other person was full of energy, and the sharp arc of their clothes fluttering told me so.

It really was him!