Chapter 533
Zong Mu sneered, his eyes filled with savagery. "Contact Wang Jiu. Tonight at nine o'clock, go to the Wujian Club."
Wujian Club is Zhang Hu's territory.
Wan Dapeng didn't need to guess; he knew exactly what Brother Mu wanted to do, and immediately felt a headache coming on.
Not only is the power behind Zhang Hu somewhat complicated, but he's also not very clear-headed, and things could get out of control if he causes trouble.
In his opinion, it would be better for Brother Mu to put pressure on Zhang Hu's superiors or to use someone else to do the dirty work than to directly confront them.
What if that idiot goes crazy and hurts Brother Mu? How will he explain it to the patriarch of the Zong family?
As the butler who followed Zong Mu to Qing City, Wan Dapeng was practically bald from exhaustion.
They wished they could beat Zhang Hu and Huang Mao, who were causing trouble, to death.
Let them have their fun!
Are you going to die?
But Wan Dapeng couldn't change Zong Mu's decision, so he had to call more people and bring all the equipment.
...
On Sunday, Wen Xin originally wanted to continue helping her mother at the store, but her mother refused, saying that she could go out to play with her classmates and friends, or stay home to watch TV and play on her phone.
It's the weekend, after all. Who wants to help out at the family shop every day?
Wen's mother couldn't bear to see her daughter suffer even the slightest grievance.
Wen Xin felt really wronged but had no choice but to stay home and do some practice problems, unable to go against her mother's wishes.
As for going out to play?
It was very hot outside, and Wen Xin, being a homebody, didn't really want to move.
However, some people don't want her to stay at home.
The phone suddenly rang. Wen Xin put down her pen and picked up the phone from the desk.
It was an unfamiliar number, but the caller ID showed it was a local number. Wen Xin thought for a moment and then answered.
"Wen, it's me, it's me."
Wan Dapeng's somewhat anxious voice came through the microphone.
Wen Xin's heart skipped a beat. "Wan, what's wrong?"
Wan Dapeng asked anxiously, "Wen, are you free? Could you come over to Brother Mu's place for a moment?"
As her bad premonition came true, Wen Xin asked him to send her the address, grabbed her house key, and went out.
Zong Mu lives in a luxury villa community not far from Qingyun Middle School.
Security here is extremely tight; you must be accompanied by the homeowner to enter.
Wan Dapeng was worried that Wen Xin wouldn't be able to find the place, so he waited for her at the gate.
When he saw the girl get out of the taxi, his eyes lit up as if he had seen a savior, and he almost cried with joy.
"Wen, you're finally here!"
Wen Xin: "..."
There's no need to exaggerate like that.
Wan Dapeng said it was no exaggeration at all; if it had been any later, he would have been afraid to contact the funeral home for Brother Mu.
He'll definitely be caught in the crossfire too.
Wen was his lifeline!
As Wen Xin followed Wan Dapeng into the residential area, she asked him what had happened to Zong Mu.
Wan Dapeng paused for a moment, then mumbled, "Brother Mu was injured, quite seriously. He had more than twenty stitches in his waist. The doctor suggested that he stay in the hospital for observation for a few days, but Brother Mu refused."
As I said before, once Zong Mu has made up his mind, not even ten oxen could pull him back.
They couldn't be persuaded at all.
Last night, after sending the person back to their residence, Wan Dapeng wanted to stay and take care of them, but Zong Mu directly kicked him out.
But how could he possibly feel at ease?
I called the eldest son early this morning, making nearly twenty calls in a row, before he finally answered once.
"As soon as Brother Mu answered the phone, I could tell from his voice that something was wrong. I guess his wound was infected, which caused him to have a fever."
Wan Dapeng was extremely anxious and wanted to send the person to the hospital.
But Zong Mu completely ignored him; oh, he wouldn't even let him in the door.
Wan Dapeng was worried and felt wronged.
They're childhood friends, after all. Does Brother Mu have to be so heartless?
Having no other choice, Wan Dapeng had to contact Wen Xin for help.
He believed that if anyone in the world could control Brother Mu, it would definitely be Wen.
Wen Xin: "..."
That guy was incredibly rebellious.
He's a lunatic who refuses to take medicine, and he still refuses to get proper treatment even after suffering serious injuries.
Is he a three-year-old child?
But it would be a lie to say she wasn't worried. Wen Xin frowned and quickened her pace toward the villa where Zong Mu lived.
Seeing this, Wan Dapeng breathed a sigh of relief.
Although it's unclear what kind of feelings this good student has for Brother Mu, it's definitely not that he's completely indifferent; in fact, he probably cares quite a bit.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have rushed over as soon as she heard that Brother Mu was in trouble, and the worry in her eyes didn't seem fake.
Brother Mu wasn't just enthusiastic about barbering.
Perhaps her appearance is a turning point for Mu Ge.
...
Zong Mu's villa was the most luxurious and largest in the neighborhood, but it was unusually empty, without even a single servant, creating a very scary atmosphere.
“When Brother Mu was around, he didn’t like anyone setting foot in his place, so the servants would only come to clean when he left.”
Wen Xin didn't find this strange at all.
From the fact that he sits in two seats at school with such a large gap between them, and that he forbids problem students from other schools from wandering around near Qingyun Middle School (Yellow Hair and his friends are just brainless and like to cause trouble), it can be seen that he has a strong sense of territory like a wild beast and is extremely wary.
However, Wen Xin suddenly realized that Zong Mu seemed to have no guard against her at all.
From the second time they met, he ate the small cake she brought and then asked her to sit next to him... He never showed the slightest resistance to any of their physical contact.
Wen Xin sighed inwardly; the unique and special treatment she received always stirred her heart.
But now is not the time to think about that. Wen Xin raised her hand and pressed the doorbell.
She could call Zong Mu, but his phone was off!
That's why Wan Dapeng was even more anxious.
It's speculated that he might have been delirious from the fever and didn't notice that his phone had run out of battery and shut down automatically.
Who will be responsible if something goes wrong?
Fortunately, the doorbell was connected to the telephone inside the villa.
Wan Dapeng didn't believe that Brother Mu would refuse to open the door when he saw Wen.
However, Wen Xin rang the doorbell many times before it finally responded. It was probably because Zong Mu was sleeping. Even if he heard it after ringing once or twice, he would just assume it was someone unrelated (Wan Dapeng: What a miserable life). So he simply ignored it.
You have to keep pressing the button until you annoy him and he'll start talking to you.
Wan Dapeng was actually a little worried, afraid that if Brother Mu didn't open the door, Wen Xin would get upset and throw a tantrum and leave.
Fortunately, she has a really good temper and wasn't impatient at all.
But she wasn't impatient; someone in the villa, however, was like a raging fire.
"Wan Dapeng, if you keep making noise, I'll beat you to death!"
A gloomy and extremely irritating voice came from the doorbell phone.
Wan Dapeng was so frightened that he shuddered reflexively.
Wen Xin's expression remained unchanged. "Zong, it's me."
The tense atmosphere on the other end of the doorbell suddenly stopped. Zong Mu seemed not to have reacted yet, perhaps still thinking he was dreaming.
Wen Xin called out again, "Zong, classmate."
"Beep beep beep!"
The doorbell call was immediately disconnected.
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