Chapter 191
"You're doing well, kid. So when are you going to pay me back this month?" The man with the buzz cut was the leader of the gang, and his face was flushed and reeking of alcohol.
“I will pay your dad back every month on time.” Yuan Ye seemed used to the way these people acted. He walked to the motorcycle and glanced at the thugs surrounding him.
“The car isn’t mine, so don’t bother with it.” He knew perfectly well what these people were up to.
Just as Yuan Ye was about to get on the motorcycle, a piece of white, fat flesh sat on it first: "I didn't say anything about taking a taxi."
"Yuanye, can I borrow this car for a few days?" The man with the buzz cut held out his hand directly: "Hey, where are the car keys?"
“The motorcycle isn’t mine, so I have no right to lend it to you.” Yuan Ye stood in front of the motorcycle. He was tall and slender with a very well-proportioned frame, clearly someone who exercised regularly.
He was carrying a bag of sweet pear porridge in his palm, but it didn't seem out of place.
"If it's not yours, it belongs to the car dealership. Are you so stingy because you're worried I won't return it?" the buzz-cut man sneered. "What if I insist on borrowing it?"
The henchmen, who had drunk quite a bit, chimed in, "Brother Meng wants to borrow your car; it's a favor to you."
“Your damned father owes Meng Ge’s father so much money, enough to buy a dozen of these cars.”
"If you don't lend it to Brother Meng, are you looking down on my brother?" Several people flattered the man with the buzz cut, and the man called "Brother Meng" was very pleased.
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“Zhao Meng, this car belongs to the car dealership. If I lend it to you, I will lose my job.”
"By then, I won't have any money to pay off my debts." Yuan Ye's expression was numb when facing this group of people; he had gotten used to Zhao Meng's tendency to pick fights from time to time.
"Hey, Meng-ge, he looks down on me and dares to threaten me like this." One of the younger thugs touched the tattoo on his chest and said sarcastically.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Meng became somewhat displeased upon hearing his words.
"Get out of my way." Zhao Meng kicked him. With so many underlings here today, Yuan Ye was showing him no respect.
Zhao Meng suddenly felt embarrassed.
"Yuanye, you're going to lend me your car today, whether you like it or not." Zhao Meng, a fat man, looked somewhat frightening after drinking, and his eyes were fixed on Yuanye with a vicious glare.
"I don't care about your job or anything like that. If you don't lend it to me, you know what will happen, right?"
Yuan Ye gripped the bag tightly in his hand, the veins on the back of his hand were already faintly visible, but he still didn't give in: "I can't lend it to you."
"Fine, Yuanye." Zhao Meng stood up from the motorcycle, his knuckles cracking a few times. "You asked for this."
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Near the snack street is a back alley. During the day, this is the main gathering area for small stalls, but at night it becomes a garbage area piled up by many shops, with food scraps everywhere and attracting a lot of mosquitoes.
Because of the high summer temperatures and the lack of timely intervention, the entire back alley has developed a faint stench of decay.
Several men were punching and kicking a tall figure. Yuan Ye dodged Zhao Meng and his gang's attacks, his eyes blending into the dark night.
"Weren't you pretty arrogant? You actually dared to say you wouldn't pay me back." Zhao Meng punched Yuan Ye hard in the stomach, and the latter whimpered, enduring the pain without saying a word.
"After being beaten so many times, you still don't know how powerful I am." Another punch landed on Yuan Ye's right arm, the knuckles of his fist striking the soft flesh of his upper arm with force, and then he punched down along the edge of the soft flesh.
This was a brutal way of throwing punches, and Zhao Meng naturally showed no mercy.
Meanwhile, Zhao Meng's henchmen seized the opportunity to relentlessly unleash their cruel fists at Yuan Ye, forcefully kicking his calves.
"You dare to go against Brother Meng? This time you'll learn your lesson!" one of the thugs said.
Yuan Ye used his forearm to cover his vitals, remaining silent.
The restraint, confusion, and countless struggles in his dark eyes controlled his movements, forcing him to silently submit to these people.
Zhao Meng was quite satisfied with Yuan Ye's silent demeanor, finding him more pleasing to the eye the way he looked. Then, a wicked thought sprouted in his mind:
"You guys restrain him. I'm going to teach him a lesson today!"
Several thugs immediately restrained Yuan Ye's body, forcing him to slowly squat down against the brick wall. They didn't know what Zhao Meng was going to do.
"I drank too much today and I need to pee." Zhao Meng said, reaching for his belt. Everyone understood the meaning behind his words.
The man who was pinned against the wall struggled against the force of Zhao Meng's words until Zhao Meng slowly walked in front of him. Only then did Yuan Ye break free from everyone on his body like a ferocious beast, and quickly kicked the thugs to the ground.
He made a move, pinning Zhao Meng against the wall, and his other fist was about to land.
The situation changed so quickly that Zhao Meng almost couldn't react. He could only shout fiercely, "Yuan Ye, do you dare to lay a hand on me?!"
"If my dad finds out you hit me, do you think you and your grandma will still have a good life?!" Zhao Meng was pinned against the brick wall by Yuan Ye, and the stench of decay clung to both of them.
"Your father owes us money, and you, you bastard, will have to pay it back for ten years!"
Bang!
The man's fierce fist slammed against the wall. Yuan Ye stared intently at Zhao Meng, who was still arrogant at this moment. The pain and anger in his eyes were about to burst out, but he forcibly suppressed them.
Zhao Meng is right...
He still owes so much money...
He also has a grandmother...
His dark eyes gradually became lifeless again, and at this moment, the thugs he had just kicked to the ground swarmed forward and ruthlessly pinned him to the ground.
Yuan Ye's head was pressed against the damp ground, and Zhao Meng was stomping hard on his wrists. His nose was filled with the smell of sewage and rotting food. Suddenly, he felt that this back alley seemed even darker.
Suddenly, several sharp screams pierced the darkness, shattering the somewhat dim scene:
"Someone has committed murder!!"
"Dead man!!!"
"Call the police immediately!!!"
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The cacophony of screams and a sudden, desperate shout startled Zhao Meng and his group. The thug with the tattoo on his chest spoke up again in a low voice:
"Brother Meng...did someone call the police?"
"Who dares to call the police?" Zhao Meng had already drunk quite a bit, and was inevitably dizzy at this moment, his mind filled with the man's screams that he wanted to call the police.
“Brother…we should…” another thug also seemed a little worried.
Zhao Meng's ears were also tormented by the man's hoarse and desperate voice.
The thugs around him also became frightened. Although Zhao Meng was domineering, he didn't want to get involved with the police, so he arrogantly threw out a sentence: "Yuan Ye, you're lucky today. Someone called the police for you."
Don't let me see you again!
Under the "protection" of his henchmen, Zhao Meng quickly left the back alley, leaving behind only a wounded figure lying helplessly on the spot.
The pain throughout his body kept Yuan Ye eerily conscious. After a short while, the strange scream suddenly stopped not far away in the narrow alley, followed by a series of light footsteps approaching.
When the footsteps stopped beside him, Yuan Ye suddenly had a strange feeling:
It's too quiet...
It was so quiet that he was starting to wonder who this uninvited guest was...
He was breathing heavily, and slightly raised his eyes, trying to find the person making the strange noise in the darkness.
The footsteps stopped beside him, but Yuan Ye only saw the hem of the woman's skirt and a strangely shaped object in her palm beneath her fair wrist.
Even though it was the color of ink blending into the night, why could he instantly picture her in his mind? Yuan Ye turned over slightly, lying on his side on the dirty ground, looking at Ying Ning.
Her fox-like eyes seemed to shatter starlight, more dazzling than the night sky in the narrow alley.
And he heard her say something:
"Sorry, I forgot to turn off the speakers while watching a horror movie."
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The once-sturdy figure pushing the heavy motorcycle was now in a sorry state. The man's clothes were covered in dust, and a small bluish-purple bruise on his forehead added to his unapproachable aura.
The sewage in the alley clung stickily to his back.
Yuan Ye's already aloof face now looked even more unfriendly, and passersby only glanced at him quickly.
"What are you doing following me?" He stopped and turned around abruptly, only to see a girl in a long, dark dress slowly following behind him.
She probably saw everything that happened just now.
No one wants others to see them in that state.
Yuan Ye's tone was unfriendly. He initially thought Ying Ning was planning to laugh at him, but to his surprise, she didn't stop until she was right beside him.
“I didn’t follow you, but I take this road home too.” Her words were the second time she had choked up in the wilderness that day.
He looked down at her profile and noticed that she didn't seem to care much about her appearance or the smell of sewage; instead, she remained calm.
She didn't ask what had happened, but instead suddenly lowered her head and started fiddling with the object in her hands.
"That's quite a coincidence." Yuan Ye's tone was inexplicably displeased.
Aren't you afraid of me?
"Afraid of you?"
"I saved you, are you going to repay kindness with enmity?" She tilted her head slightly, but there was no confusion in her eyes. Then she spoke again:
I bumped into you twice today...
"Excuse me, should I call the police again?" Yingning raised the megaphone in her hand and said to Yuanye again, "If you need help, please speak up!"
The loudspeaker's blare at close range relentlessly assaulted Yuan Ye's eardrums, leaving him speechless and looking at Ying Ning with utter exasperation: "You actually carry a loudspeaker with you???"
In the darkness, he saw the strange-looking object she was holding—an ordinary megaphone.
"Because I'm going back to school to deliver a loudspeaker today!!" The girl's voice came out from the loudspeaker again, attracting a lot of attention from those around her.
Yuan Ye suddenly felt that his own image was nothing compared to the girl's actions.
"Stop playing with the horn." Yuan Ye's large hand blocked the end of the horn.
"What's wrong?!" She seemed engrossed in studying the loudspeaker, and after speaking, she pressed the repeat button. Then, the loudspeaker kept ringing in Yuanye's ears:
"What's wrong!!"
"What's wrong!!"
"What's wrong!!"
...
Yuan Ye's expression gradually turned to stone. He stopped the motorcycle and walked up to Ying Ning, snatching the noisy horn from her hand, leaving only the girl's right hand hanging in mid-air.
"No need to call the police, I'm fine."
"Besides, you're too noisy." He shoved the megaphone back into Yingning's arms, and looking at the fox-eyed girl staring at him blankly, he felt a strange sense of guilt for interrupting someone else's happiness.
A tightness gripped Yuan Ye's chest, and he averted his gaze from Xue Die's sorrow.
Little did he know that the deathly stillness in his expression had completely vanished.
Even though they were already very close to the auto repair shop, Yuan Ye still asked without hesitation, "Where do you live?"
"I'll take you back."
“There, I’ve arrived.” Yingning pointed to a nearby residential area, and the man beside her followed her gaze, noticing the name of the complex:
The Garden of Immortals.
The auto repair shop where he worked was located in a shop on one side of this residential area. Yuan Ye casually said, "Then I don't need to take you there."
"But why aren't you home yet, so late?" He was unusually talkative.
"I need it urgently for tomorrow's event. I was going to deliver it to the school activity room." The girl pointed to the loudspeaker and then stuffed it back into the canvas bag she was carrying. "However, I went too late today, and the activity room was already locked."
"I'll have to get up really early tomorrow to deliver it."
Although she didn't explain in detail, Yuan Ye knew the reason why her business had been delayed today, and for a moment he didn't know how to start the conversation.
When he came to his senses, he found that the girl beside him was gone.
Yuan Ye looked around for a long time until a cold, lumpy object suddenly pressed against his side, making him shudder.
Then the voice he had been searching for finally rang out: "Hmm, for you."
As Yuan Ye turned around, he instantly saw the girl taking a bite of the ice cream. The grape-flavored ice cream touched her delicate lips, carelessly staining them with its own unique color.
From his position, he could even see the tip of her delicate tongue, sparking endless imagination.
At this moment, the distance between the two is only one step.
In the shadow of the streetlamp, the man's erect shadow was gradually closing in on the girl's.
But some of them seem to be completely unaware.
Yuan Ye stared at the grape-flavored ice cream, and could even see her faint teeth marks on the edge. Suddenly, his throat felt itchy.
She slightly stretched out her hand, her snow-white wrist dazzlingly beautiful.
"It's not for you to eat, it's for it." The girl pointed to her own forehead, indicating the wound on the field.
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