Chapter 168: Old Man Wei (Bonus for One Hundred Monthly Votes)

Upon hearing the words of the man who had just been beaten, Chen Liang was immediately overcome with impatience. Who the hell do you think you are? What kind of nobody dares to give me orders!

Glancing at him with displeasure, Chen亮 said, "Old Third Zhou, tell me why you beat him. If your reason is reasonable, we'll let this matter go!"

"Comrade, how can you act like this? I am a director at the China Bookstore! Which unit are you from? I'm going to find your superiors and file a complaint!"

Upon hearing Chen Liang's words, the beaten man instantly jumped to his feet. Pointing his finger at Chen Liang, he was about to throw a tantrum, but was forced back by a single, intensely intimidating glare from Chen Liang!

"Want to file a complaint, do you? Your grandpa here is Chen Liang from the security section of the Red Star Rolling Mill. Go right ahead and try. Damn it, you really are asking for a beating!"

Seeing Chen Liang's expression darken, Old Third Zhou quickly explained the reason for thrashing him. "My older sister works at the China Bookstore. This bastard already has a wife, yet he still has the audacity to flirt with my sister, writing her love letters day in and day out. Tell me, did I have every right to beat him up or not?!"

"Don't you talk nonsense! How could I ever do such a thing? I..." Before the director could finish his sentence, he saw Old Third Zhou pull a thick stack of paper out from his shoulder bag.

"You say you didn't do it? Do you want me to read it out loud for everyone to hear?" Old Third Zhou was a ruthless character, ready to expose everything on the spot.

"I..." At this moment, the director was genuinely left completely speechless.

Humph! Chen Liang sneered coldly, grabbed the man, and shoved him forward. Then he turned his head and called out to the old gatekeeper, "Old man, I seem to have left my things in your room."

By this time, Old Third Zhou and his three companions finally noticed the elderly gatekeeper. "V-Old Man Wei!"

If the four of them still had the courage to talk back to Chen Liang earlier, the sight of Gatekeeper Old Man Wei scared them into obedience, like mice running into a cat.

Chen Liang turned his head and glanced at the four young men standing there like quails. "Don't go killing anyone!" With that, he grabbed Gatekeeper Old Man Wei and practically dragged him into the guardroom.

"Why are you dragging me?" Once inside, Old Man Wei glanced at Chen Liang and said slowly.

"All right, old man, it's just the two of us in here. What the hell are you still putting on an act for?!" Chen Liang handed Old Man Wei a Panda cigarette. "Ah, free cigarettes really do taste the best!"

The legendary face-slapping master of the pugilistic world makes his grand return!

Damn, what a plant!

Hearing this, Old Man Wei instantly felt a wave of curses rise in his heart, wondering if he should let them out!

With a dark face, he lit his cigarette using Chen Liang's lighter and said, "That's about enough. Tell those punk kids to scram right now!"

"No way, I hate bastards who toy with women the most. Let them throw a few more punches to vent my anger! Damn it, I've lived this long, and this is the first time someone's ever threatened to file a complaint against me!"

How could he say that without a shred of guilt? As if you're a good person! Pah! Scumbag.

Hearing Chen Liang say this, Old Man Wei no longer minded. A few more punches might actually teach the fellow a memorable lesson. "You brat, you look somewhat decent on the outside, but who would've thought you're such a bad seed too!"

"Heh, it takes one to know one! The pot shouldn't call the kettle black, right?"

Listening to the miserable screams echoing from outside, the two men smoked their cigarettes and chatted leisurely, completely ignoring the person being beaten outside as if it were of no consequence.

Until he finished his cigarette, Chen Liang strolled out at a leisurely pace. "All right, stop hitting him. Beat it, all of you, make yourselves scarce right now!"

Hearing Chen Liang's words, Old Third Zhou and his crew immediately stopped and bolted away on scurrying legs.

After they had all run out of sight, Chen Liang reached down and hauled the bruised and battered director up from the ground by his collar. "Remember this, I'm Chen Liang from the security section of the Red Star Rolling Mill. Be sure to go file that complaint, otherwise I'll lose all respect for you!"

Old Third Zhou and his young associates hadn't held back their punches. Although they followed Chen Liang's instruction not to kill the man, the beating was certainly severe.

"I won't complain, I won't complain! It was just a moment of foolishness on my part. Please, Section Chief Chen, show mercy and let this go like a puff of smoke!"

It was only while taking the beating that the director had been enlightened by Old Third Zhou and his friends about just who Chen Liang was.

The deputy section chief of the Red Star Rolling Mill—a ruthless, cold-faced deity who treated human lives like grass. It was rumored that the number of various hardened bandits who had died at Chen Liang's hands was too many to count on two hands.

Hearing that scared him half to death. How could he possibly dare to file a complaint against Chen Liang? Besides, what kind of organization was the Red Star Rolling Mill? Who the hell in their right mind would pay any attention to a lowly director from a broken bookstore like the China Bookstore if he showed up there?

Time to slip away, just slip away. This was a big boss he couldn't afford to cross, so he'd just consider this beating as bad luck.

"I despise bastards like you who toy with women's emotions the most. Don't let me run into you again, or I'll beat you every single time I see you! Scram!"

Chen Liang released his grip with a wave of his hand and turned back to return to the room to continue shooting the breeze with Old Man Wei and figure out what kind of formidable figure the old man really was.

Just at that moment, Xiaoyu's voice rang out from behind him: "Brother? Were you in a fight?"

Right at that moment, he happened to run into Xiaoyu, who had just finished a meeting. Chen Liang turned around and saw the sunset blazing across the sky like rolling fires, fierce and unrestrained.

In the desolate autumn wind and under the orange-red glow of the setting sun, Xiaoyu's long, dark, and glossy hair fluttered gently in the breeze. A mischievous strand of hair was tucked behind her ear by her slender fingers, and those beautiful, captivating large eyes of hers were gazing at him with nervous concern.

"Brother, you're not hurt, are you?" Xiaoyu took long strides, running over to Chen Liang's side in two or three steps, and began checking him over carefully.

"What are you thinking? How could your brother get into a fight? What the hell are you staring at? If you don't scram right now, do you want another beating?" Seeing the scumbag still lingering nearby, Chen Liang felt an immediate wave of irritation, gave him a kick, and cursed at him.

When Xiaoyu first appeared, the beaten director felt as though he were looking at an angel descending from heaven, especially when the angel ran toward Chen Liang with a worried expression. That hazy, dreamlike visage instantly left him utterly entranced.

To be fair, that was entirely accurate, because Old Third Zhou and the others had beaten the director's eyes until they were swollen into mere slits—so looking at Xiaoyu through those swollen eyes naturally made her look hazy and dreamlike!

After receiving a kick from Chen Liang, the director with the squinted eyes quickly snapped back to reality and scurried off without uttering a word. He didn't want his angel to see him in such a wretched state.

As he walked, he couldn't help thinking: Sure enough, behind every princess stands a great demon king, and his princess was simply waiting for him, her brave knight, to rescue her.

However, the moment he recalled the legendary 99-win, 0-loss record of the great demon king named Chen Liang, it was like a sudden bucket of ice water poured over the raging fire in his heart.

Forget it, forget it. Let this glorious yet arduous mission be left to other knights; he'd better just stay low and level up safely!

Discovering that Chen Liang was uninjured, Xiaoyu finally let out a sigh of relief. "Brother, who was that person just now?"

Chen Liang bid farewell to Old Man Wei—whose jaw had dropped in utter shock upon discovering that the scumbag's wife happened to be such a breathtakingly beautiful girl—and rode his bicycle home with Xiaoyu.

Along the way, Chen Liang gave a brief account of what happened, making Xiaoyu boil with indignation. "Brother, if you ever run into that guy again, you have to teach him a really harsh lesson!"