"Yo, here comes an blind fool!"
Seeing Wan Yunting step out at an inopportune moment, Brother Lang swaggered over, "Kid, you wanna stick your nose where it doesn't belong? Don't you know your own limits... ah..."
The next second, Brother Lang let out a yelp. His hand, which was about to push Wan Yunting, was grabbed by the latter's large hand. With a flick and a pull, accompanied by the sound of bones dislocating, the little punk's right arm was dislocated.
"Brother Lang..."
The other lackeys immediately rushed forward. The punk holding his right arm angrily roared, "Kill him..."
"Ah..."
Before Sister Zhen and Old Lin, and Fang Yanxi inside, could even stand up, Wan Yunting had already knocked down the remaining four young thugs, throwing them to the ground. Each of them clutched their dislocated arms and screamed.
"You... Who are you?"
Brother Lang was startled, his eyes betraying his fear as he looked at Wan Yunting. With that move alone, he was definitely an expert.
"Scram!"
Wan Yunting yelled.
"Fine, kid, if you've got the guts, don't leave! I'm going to call my boss!"
Brother Lang cursed indignantly, then scrambled away with his lackeys to fetch reinforcements.
"Xiao Wan, you should leave quickly."
Old Lin and Sister Zhen recovered and quickly urged Wan Yunting to go. After all, they couldn't afford to offend these hooligans.
"It's fine, Sister Zhen. I want to see who else is so lawless!"
Wan Yunting waved his hand. In this day and age, thugs like the punk in red were rare.
After all, it wasn't like seven or eight years ago, that era when hoodlums ran rampant. Now, everything had to be done according to the law!
So Wan Yunting didn't leave. Instead, he pulled up a stool and sat down, wanting to see who dared to collect protection fees on this street!
"Quick, call the police..."
"Don't call the police. If they dare to openly collect protection fees, it means they have connections in the police station in this area!" Wan Yunting told Sister Zhen and the others.
"But Xiao Wan, that red-haired guy's older brother, Brother Pao, is the leader of the thugs around here." Old Lin said worriedly.
"Brother Pao? Why does that sound so familiar?"
Hearing the name Brother Pao, Wan Yunting picked at his ear. It seemed he had heard it in prison.
"This Brother Pao only appeared last year..."
It turned out that for several years, no one had collected protection fees on this street. But last year, a Brother Pao suddenly emerged and resumed collecting protection fees for the food street.
Sister Zhen, looking at the more than five thousand yuan paid out monthly for nothing, felt indignant. But she also knew that these people must have someone backing them to dare do this, so business owners like them could only swallow their pride.
"Sister Zhen, don't worry. Leave it to Yunting to handle it."
Fang Yanxi walked over and reassured Sister Zhen and Old Lin. She knew her man's capabilities; dealing with a few thugs would be no problem at all.
Before long, a group of over a dozen people appeared grandly on the food street.
It was the little punk in red who had gone to get reinforcements. Leading them was a slightly plump, tall man with a bald head. His appearance suggested he was from the north, and he was known as Brother Pao!
"Damn it, I want to see which bastard dared to hit my people!"
Brother Pao's real name was Lin Dazhuang. He led a group of brothers to the entrance of Zhenzhen Claypot Rice. The punk in red immediately pointed at Wan Yunting, who was sitting on a stool inside the shop, talking to Fang Yanxi. "Brother Pao, it's that bastard!"
Brother Pao's eyes widened, and he immediately led his men inside. Seeing that the punk in red had truly summoned his boss, Sister Zhen and Old Lin were filled with panic and fear. Fang Yanxi, however, remained composed, seemingly unfazed by the situation.
"Kid, you're the one who meddled?"
Brother Pao casually grabbed a stool from beside him and pointed it at Wan Yunting, who was still turned away. He arrogantly said, "Do you know that this food street is under my protection as Brother Pao? You want to be a hero, but have you chosen the wrong person?"
Hearing the rough, Northeast accent in Brother Pao's voice, Wan Yunting immediately knew who he was. He turned his head and looked at the arrogant Brother Pao, a slight smile on his lips, "So it's you, you northerner!"
*Clatter!*
When Brother Pao saw Wan Yunting's face, the stool in his hand clattered to the ground. His face instantly turned pale with shock, "Wan... Boss Wan, why is it you?"
"Boss Wan??"
The punk in red and his lackeys watched Brother Pao tremble, and everyone present was stunned.
"I heard it's your birthday today, and you want to collect more protection fees. Shall I give you a big gift?" Wan Yunting narrowed his eyes, staring directly at Brother Pao, with a chilling smile.
*Thump!*
The next moment, Brother Pao dropped to his knees, "Boss Wan, I was wrong..."
"Brother Pao..."
This scene startled the punk in red and his lackeys. Seeing Brother Pao kneeling on the ground, trembling as if he had seen a ghost, they were shocked. Sister Zhen and Old Lin were dumbfounded, and Fang Yanxi was inwardly surprised.
"Boss Wan, please be merciful and spare me this time. I promise I'll never collect protection fees here again."
Brother Pao kowtowed on the ground. He remembered in prison, facing this devil-like Boss Wan, not to mention himself, even a true godfather figure like Mr. Fu who controlled the underworld of Huadu, would respectfully call him: Boss Wan!
Now, Brother Pao was full of fear. He never expected to meet Boss Wan here. Just now, he had been acting so boastful. Thinking about it now, Brother Pao deeply regretted it and repeatedly begged Wan Yunting for mercy.
"You said it!"
Wan Yunting's eyes were sharp as he looked at him, "If I see you collecting protection fees on this street again, you know what to do!"
"I know, I know, thank you, Boss Wan..." Seeing that Wan Yunting wasn't holding him accountable, Brother Pao was overjoyed.
"Get lost."
Wan Yunting didn't want his kneeling to cause a commotion, so he waved for Brother Pao and his men to leave quickly.
"Yes, yes, yes..."
Brother Pao scrambled to his feet and left with his dazed subordinates.
Now, Sister Zhen, Old Lin, other shop owners, and passersby were all looking in amazement at Wan Yunting inside, who could make Brother Pao kneel and beg for mercy. How capable was he?
Fang Yanxi looked at him with complex eyes, wanting to ask him what exactly he had experienced in prison!
"Brother Pao, who exactly is he?"
The punk in red, following Brother Pao out of the food street, couldn't help but ask.
"Damn it, you almost killed me..."
Brother Pao slapped the punk in red. He was still shaken. Fortunately, Boss Wan hadn't bothered with a small fry like him, otherwise, he wouldn't have seen tomorrow's sun!
In the Zhenzhen Claypot Rice shop, hearing that they wouldn't have to pay protection fees to Brother Pao anymore, the surrounding merchants were very happy.
Finally, Wan Yunting and Fang Yanxi left Sister Zhen's shop and headed towards the main gate of Huadu University. They saw an old man in uniform.
He wore round-lensed sunglasses, had a short, scruffy white beard on his chin, and was leaning back in a lounge chair, holding a cigarette in one hand and patting his thigh with the other, looking rather improper and at ease. He was listening to Cantonese opera playing on a radio placed on the windowsill.
And every student who entered and exited respectfully greeted this old man, "Uncle Chang!"
"I didn't expect Uncle Chang to still be working!"
Wan Yunting and Fang Yanxi came over and smiled at Uncle Chang, who was lying by the security guard's room door.
After all, in their time, this old security guard, known as Uncle Chang, had always been here. They didn't expect that seven years later, he still hadn't retired.
So Wan Yunting took out a pack of cigarettes he had prepared earlier from his pocket and walked over. Just as he got close, Uncle Chang spoke, "No unauthorized personnel are allowed entry!"
Wan Yunting paused and looked closely at Uncle Chang. His eyes under the sunglasses hadn't even opened, yet he already knew that he and Fang Yanxi were outsiders. This made him marvel at Uncle Chang's powerful perception.
"Uncle Chang, we used to study here. Now we want to see how our alma mater has changed, and, do you remember me?"
Wan Yunting stepped forward, bending over, fully aware that Uncle Chang was no ordinary elderly person.
His last sentence also clearly indicated that Wan Yunting and Uncle Chang had been very familiar with each other back then.
As expected, Uncle Chang opened his eyes under his sunglasses and looked at Wan Yunting in front of him. He then lowered his glasses again, revealing his sharp and spirited old eyes, and scrutinized Wan Yunting for a moment.
"Me, Xiao Wan."
Uncle Chang, who had instantly remembered him, sat up. "So it's you, kid!"
Seeing that he still remembered him, Wan Yunting smiled and handed him the pack of cigarettes, "Uncle Chang, you're still working?"
"Haha, this old man can still work for a few more years."
Uncle Chang unceremoniously accepted the cigarettes he was given. But then, his old hand grabbed Wan Yunting's wrist, and his sharp old eyes narrowed, "You rascal, you've taken someone as your master?"