Chapter 155 She's not just anyone
The waiter was clearly not as resilient as Wu Xiaoyang; after being kicked twice by Shen Yanzhou, he collapsed to the ground and took a long time to recover.
Shen Yanzhou instructed Gu Feng on how to deal with the two people.
As Song Jingyi listened, his brows furrowed.
Those two kicks looked pretty powerful, but they handled these two pieces of trash with such affected politeness.
Throwing them into prison, even if they never get out, is letting them off easy.
Not to mention that Wu Xiaoyang also has a powerful relative in Hong Kong.
We cannot allow future troubles to arise.
Song Jingyi stood up, walked over to the waiter, kicked his black leather shoes, and chuckled, "You're quite clever, knowing how to play dead." He tilted his head, "Acheng."
Acheng came over with a smile, "Playing dead, huh? I love dealing with people who play dead."
After saying that, he took out a finely crafted Swiss Army knife from his pocket, twirled it in his hand, and with a graceful and swift movement, stabbed the waiter in the thigh.
The waiter, who had been motionless, suddenly let out a groan and began to convulse.
Shen Yanzhou subconsciously blocked his sister's view and gave Song Jingyi a reproachful look.
How could a girl be allowed to see such a bloody scene?
Song Jingyi didn't take it seriously, saying, "These two have a grudge against me. Since you don't want them to get along either, let me take them away."
“What a coincidence, they also have a grudge against me, so I’m afraid I can’t take them with me.” Shen Yanzhou met his gaze naturally. “You helped my sister, so I’ll help you deal with these two enemies. It’s fair.”
Song Jingyi smiled dismissively, "However, your approach is far too lenient. I'm not satisfied."
Yan Buyu peeked out from behind his older brother. He had been beaten so badly, how could he be gentle?
"What do you want?" Shen Yanzhou had just sized up Song Jingyi.
His men are of Asian descent, and his subordinates include both Asians and foreigners.
Their appearance and manner of speaking made them seem more like gangsters.
"I want them dead," Song Jingyi said lightly, his face expressionless.
He had heard the man's foul language very clearly.
He came today; what if he hadn't?
“You may have just come from abroad. In a society governed by law, this is not an easy thing to do.” Shen Yanzhou took out a cigarette case from his pocket, suddenly glanced at the small head next to him, paused, and put the cigarette case back.
Song Jingyi scoffed at Shen Yanzhou's words.
“Then let’s all do it together.” A-Cheng sheathed his military knife and stood next to Song Jingyi with a grin. “Anyway, we want them dead, and you don’t want them to live either, so come on, let’s all do it together.”
After Shen Yunqi got tired of beating people up, Yan Buyu quickly grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to him, "Brother, have some water. Does your hand hurt? Or should I find you a handy tool?"
"No need, let someone take you home first." Shen Yunqi wanted to pat her head, but then felt that his hands were still dirty after beating that trash, so he withdrew his hand. "Let Abin take you."
“No,” Yan Buyu immediately refused. “I want to stay with you and my older brother. Nothing can happen to either of you.”
She heard the man's words clearly: no one should die on their own turf.
She needs to see it with her own eyes to feel at ease.
Song Jingyi glanced at her; the child seemed quite close to these two who weren't related by blood.
However, according to the information he found, the two brothers genuinely cared for her.
"Tsk," Song Jingyi suddenly felt annoyed. Why was he wasting his breath talking to these two scholars? "Acheng, you handle that."
After saying that, without even glancing at Shen Yanzhou and Shen Yunqi, he skillfully took a bottle of high-proof foreign liquor from his subordinate.
With one hand, he lifted Wu Xiaoyang, who was slumped on the ground and still had a faint breath, by his chin.
He looked down at Wu Xiaoyang as if he were looking at a dead man, pointed the bottle at Wu's mouth, and poured the entire bottle of wine down his throat without any expression.
Wu Xiaoyang coughed and swallowed.
One bottle down, and then another.
He drank three bottles in a row.
Wu Xiaoyang lay on the ground like a lump of mud before he threw away the empty bottle in his hand.
At that moment, Chen Jiahui burst in and was alarmed when he saw Wu Xiaoyang on the ground.
"President Shen, he... he can't be hurt. The people in Hong Kong won't let this go."
"You think I'll just let this go after my sister got into trouble?" Shen Yanzhou said dismissively. "Is the Shen family so easy to bully?"
Chen Jiahui was covered in sweat. "President Chen, that's not what I meant. This Wu Xiaoyang, his uncle, oh dear, our group's development over there can't be hindered by such trash."
"A mere police commissioner has scared you like this?" Song Jingyi brushed the water droplets off his sleeves. "Whether this piece of trash lives or dies is none of your business. Let his uncle come find me."
He gestured to his men to drag the man away, saying, "Alright, we've wasted enough time today, and it's ruined our sleep."
“You can’t take him away,” Shen Yanzhou said. He couldn’t tell whether this person would let Wu Xiaoyang go.
"I insist on doing it anyway," Song Jingyi said casually. His men immediately stood behind him, ready to fight.
The two sides are locked in a standoff, one using diplomacy and the other military force.
Yan Buyu's heart was pounding; each of the people opposite him looked like they could kill a bull with one hand.
Compared to her family's bodyguards, they all seem adorable.
"Big brother," Yan Buyu tugged at Shen Yanzhou's sleeve from behind and spoke softly, "Big brother, my stomach hurts. Shall we go home?"
Anyway, with so many people watching, it was that man who took Wu Xiaoyang away. If something happens, it won't be blamed on our elder brother.
That Wu Xiaoyang might be in debt to loan sharks, and this man is here to collect the debt.
Shen Yanzhou didn't stop her anymore. As long as Wu Xiaoyang wasn't allowed to return to Hong Kong safely, there was no need to frighten his sister now.
Song Jingyi tilted his head and glanced at her. The child's face had turned pale. His tone softened a bit, "Alright, take the child home."
Yan Buyu held Shen Yanzhou's arm, gazing at Song Jingyi's back, and that inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up in her heart again.
As if sensing something, Song Jingyi took two steps and then suddenly turned around.
Meeting Yan Buyu's probing gaze, he asked, "Kid, are you going to give me back my phone?"
"Ah, oh." Yan Buyu suddenly remembered.
He immediately turned around, picked up his phone from the table, and strode over, but stopped in his tracks when he saw his intimidating group of men.
Shen Yunqi went over and returned the item to his sister, saying, "Thank you for today."
Acheng looked shocked, took his phone and walked to Song Jingyi's side, opened his mouth but didn't say anything.
Song Jingyi glanced at Yan Buyu again, then turned and left.
His men dragged away Wu Xiaoyang, who was like a rag doll, and the bleeding waiter.
Chen Jiahui sighed. It's all fate. Wu Xiaoyang deserves whatever fate befalls him. Right now, "President Chen, let's prepare for the worst in advance."
Shen Yanzhou nodded. "Gu Feng, send someone to follow those people. If they try to take Wu Xiaoyang out of the capital, stop them. Yun Qi, take Buyu home. I'll be back later."
Song Jingyi walked out of the building and reached behind him, "Smoke."
Acheng pulled out a cigarette case and a lighter and offered them to someone else, saying, "Boss, why did you let someone else use your phone?"
Their whereabouts are confidential, and their leader is even more mysterious; he never gives anyone the chance to touch his phone.
Today, that little girl took away half a day's worth of things.
Song Jingyi took a deep breath, looked at the waning moon in the sky, and slowly exhaled white mist. "She's not just anyone."
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