Is the scarred man in front of her, so utterly humble, still the same one she knew?
Not only was there no trace of an arrogant, sinister grin on the other person's face, but...
It's terrifyingly humble, after dealing with people like Scarface for so long.
Lu Wanqing naturally knew a little about the other party's background.
To her, the Azure Dragon's power was terrifying; it was a group of wicked and extremely frightening people gathered together.
But in Scarface's mouth, in front of Luo Chen, this evil force suddenly became less frightening.
While not exactly approachable, they are not far off.
What's most shocking is Scarface's self-disclosure.
Unexpectedly, the truth behind the legendary feat of single-handedly taking on the entire gang was not what they knew.
It wasn't because Scarface was really that brave and single-handedly took on the task.
The real reason behind this was simply that Scar's actions were unintentional.
Scarface didn't join Qinglong from the beginning; he was originally an unemployed bum who spent most of his time in internet cafes.
He belongs to what people often call an internet cafe pro.
He lived a hand-to-mouth existence, earning a daily wage, and sold everything of value he had.
Later, when I couldn't take it anymore, I thought about just getting by and finding a long-term, stable job to make a living.
Of course, anything too hard or tiring is not within his consideration. He thinks delivering food is quite easy, and he can go shopping around.
So he became a food delivery driver.
Back then, the salary wasn't very high, but at least it included room and board, and I was quite comfortable with the job.
Gradually, they figured out the surrounding routes.
They have a thorough understanding of each other's relationships and live a leisurely life.
I originally planned to just keep drifting along like this, living without any purpose.
But one day, something happened that completely changed his life.
He never imagined that his casual fart would be so powerful.
It directly poisoned everyone in the gang until they were all unconscious, foaming at the mouth and convulsing.
He just wanted to deliver takeout and leave as soon as he was done.
Who would have thought that this group of people would be so sneaky, keeping the windows closed and the doors tightly shut, almost completely enclosed.
As soon as I went in, I felt the heat and the stuffiness of breathing.
Dozens of people huddled inside, discussing how to rob a bank without getting caught.
Scar walked in just as he overheard someone sharing their thoughts.
This idea was also supported by most people.
After all, he's such a genius, there's no way I can disagree.
The plan is to pretend to work at a bank, regardless of the position, just to understand the situation, perform well, gain trust, and gradually acquire all the information inside.
The most ingenious part of this plan is that by doing so, they not only avoid arousing suspicion from the other party, but the other party will even obediently transfer the money into their account.
As the months accumulate, instead of thinking they are robbing you, you will continue to be kept in the dark and continue to transfer money to their account every month.
Even if we wait twenty or thirty years, such things will not be discovered, and we can even swagger out the door without a care in the world.
Living a carefree life on my own.
They applauded this amazing plan.
Scarface, however, couldn't help but laugh.
What difference does it make where you work?
I wanted to hold back my laughter before going out, but I managed to suppress it upstairs.
I couldn't hold it in any longer.
The drawn-out "pfft" sound instantly silenced everyone inside.
Such a sudden action would make a normal person hold their breath.
But no one expected that someone would take a few big sniffs, completely unaware that danger was already approaching.
As soon as he said, "Where did this dead rat come from?" the man rolled his eyes, convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and collapsed to the ground.
He was not the first victim.
The room wasn't big to begin with, but it was crammed with about twenty people, who made up the entire membership of the club.
When one falls, another will take its place.
Scarface realized he had done something wrong, but before he could react, all those who had been talking loudly suddenly lost consciousness, foaming at the mouth and rolling their eyes.
The overwhelming stench prevented them from even opening the windows, and they were filled with despair, wondering why the doors were so far apart.
I couldn't help but think of a poem by a certain foreign poet.
Under the flashback, this sentence came to mind.
The greatest distance in the world is not when you suddenly let out a stinky fart that leaves me speechless, but when the door is right in front of me, yet I instantly lose all strength and am lost in your stinky fart.
What was once the closest distance has become impossibly far because of your stinky farts...
Perhaps because their resentment towards Scar was so deep, a chicken hidden under the table suddenly rushed towards Scar, who was standing there in a daze.
The sharp chicken claws slashed a wound directly across Scarface's face.
Chicken Brother died with his eyes wide open, clucking a few times, wanting to kick him again, but he fell to the ground unwillingly.
Scarface screamed in pain from the attack and stumbled backward, bumping into the Guan Gong statue that was being worshipped nearby. Guan Gong's broadsword fell down at the same time.
The tightly closed door was also opened.
The group that rushed in were members of the Green Dragon Society.
I was originally planning to cause trouble for this local chicken company, but I never expected to see this situation.
Because the smell inside had been completely absorbed, although there were still some residues, they did not arouse any suspicion.
Seeing the only person standing there, Scarface, and the hideous wound on his face.
Scarface never expected this.
A single fart made him famous overnight.
The legend of Scarface continues to this day.
As for those who knew the truth, they later suddenly lost their memory and couldn't remember anything.
That's why the legend of the scar has been passed down for so long.
[...]
Inside the room.
After hearing Scar's story, everyone fell silent.
A burly man opened the door and also pulled open the window.
They were afraid that this place might inexplicably turn into a biohazard disaster zone.
Luo Chen pulled Lu Wanqing to sit further away, so that the two of them wouldn't suffer the same inhuman treatment as that Chicken Brother.
Scarface chuckled awkwardly; his already swollen face made his smile look ridiculous.
"Young Master Luo, I've told you everything I know, including things I can't tell you."
"Now... can you let me go?"
Scarface's will to survive was truly strong. In order to avoid being killed, he recounted everything he could remember, hoping that these things would give him a way out.
After all, he didn't know how Luo Chen would deal with him.
If I really get caught, then I'm really doomed.
"Are you still afraid of him now?"
Luo Chen didn't answer Scarface, but instead asked Lu Wanqing.
Upon hearing Luo Chen's words, Lu Wanqing snapped out of her daze and subconsciously shook her head.
I was initially quite afraid of Scarface, but the other person's survival instinct was so strong that he revealed all his dark past.
After hearing these things, she felt no fear whatsoever.
On the contrary, I felt a bit disgusted.
After all, what Scarface had said earlier was truly disgusting.
Although the room was well-ventilated and Scarface didn't fart, there was still a strange smell in the room after listening to what the other person had to say.
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