Chapter 51 Only Immortals and Demons Like Loneliness!
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Seeing that Zhiwei and A-Gang were both staring at him in a daze, Liu Haizhu rubbed his nose and laughed.
He pulled a pack of Liangyou cigarettes from his pocket, opened it, and handed them around before calling out, “A-Gang, you hold down Tuen Mun for now. I’ll bring some people over from my hometown in the next few days.”
A look of sudden realization flashed across Zhiwei’s face.
...Ha! Sure enough, he had guessed right again.
A-Gang eyed him suspiciously. “Really?”
“Wham!”
Liu Haizhu grinned and punched him in the chest. “You only have to hold the fort for one more week at most. How about it?”
A-Gang bared his teeth in a grin. “Then it’s settled!”
The rascal blinked, displaying a dazzling row of white teeth. “By the way, Gangzi, you tell me yourself—how are you and I getting along?”
“Bang, bang, bang!”
A-Gang hammered his chest so hard it sounded like thunder. “Nothing to say! We’re thick as thieves!”
Liu Haizhu’s face was nearly stiff from smiling. “Then how about lending me Old Dog Ming for a while?”
“Get lost!”
A-Gang changed his attitude in an instant, shoved him away, and turned to leave.
“Whoosh!”
Liu Haizhu grabbed him and put on a stern face. “I’ve only just taken office today. What exactly are you trying to say?”
A-Gang pointed at his own nose. “Do I look like an idiot to you?”
At that, Liu Haizhu’s hand went rigid around his arm.
...How had this fellow suddenly become so clever?
Liu Haizhu gritted his teeth. “Gangzi, you tell me—is that fair? ...I was doing just fine protecting Ying Si. Every day I ate, drank, played, and enjoyed myself. You know how carefree I was!”
“It’s all because of you lot—you, and you!”
With tears in his eyes, Liu Haizhu pointed at the two of them. “You kept pushing me forward until you shoved me into this position! ...Fine, I risked my life and took Tuen Mun! ...But I’m just some mainland kid who works for a living. Now that I’ve taken Tuen Mun, I’m still completely lost!
“...What am I supposed to do?!
“...And you still have the nerve to call yourself my brother? ...Where’s my brotherhood now?!”
...
“Pfft!”
Zhiwei glanced sideways at Liu Haizhu and finally failed to hold back his laughter.
“Go on, get out of here!” Liu Haizhu snapped irritably. “I’m discussing serious business with my brother Gangzi. What the hell are you laughing at?”
“I’m not laughing!” Zhiwei said, forcing his laughter down as he moved aside.
...
The rascal then turned to A-Gang with an expression of profound grief, his voice trembling as if he were about to cry.
“Brother, where is your loyalty?!”
After saying this, Liu Haizhu lightly kicked Zhiwei as well.
Ding Zhiwei immediately put on a solemn expression. “Ahem. Rule Twelve of the brotherhood: whatever a brother entrusts to you, you must carry out with all your heart. Otherwise, you shall die beneath ten thousand blades...”
Liu Haizhu suddenly interrupted him with a wave of his hand, tears streaming down his face. “Brother Zhiwei, say no more. I’ll bear those ten thousand blades in Brother Gang’s place!”
With that, Liu Haizhu turned his back on them and continued wiping away his “tears.”
...
At that moment, A-Gang’s eyes reddened too.
...He was plunged into deep remorse!
Lowering his head, the fellow said quietly, “Forget about Old Dog. I’ll—I’ll give you Da Song at most.”
“Done!”
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Liu Haizhu instantly came to life. He turned around and gave A-Gang a passionate hug, his face glowing with sunshine.
A-Gang stared blankly for a moment before finally realizing what had happened.
“...Damn it!”
“Come on,” Ding Zhiwei said with a smile, seeing that the matter had been settled and bringing the farce to an end. “Let’s hurry. If we don’t leave now, we’ll only get the leftovers.”
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That evening,
Liu Haizhu, in an excellent mood and three parts drunk, arrived at the safe house in Wan Chai.
Ding-dong... Ding-dong... Ding-dong... Ding-dong... Ding-dong...
Ding-dong... Ding-dong... Ding-dong... Ding-dong... Ding-dong...
Ding-dong... Ding-dong... Ding-dong... Ding-dong... Ding-dong...
Bang, bang—
...Bang-bang, bang-bang-bang!!!
The rascal kept pressing the doorbell until he nearly lost his mind. Then he simply switched to pounding on the door.
After quite some time,
the door finally creaked open.
Old Wan glared at him. “What are you doing? Trying to tear the place apart?”
Liu Haizhu stared at him. “No, I—”
Before the rascal could say anything, Old Wan ignored him completely, turned around, and went back into the kitchen.
“Damn it!”
Liu Haizhu’s eyebrows shot up. Completely baffled, he walked in and casually slammed the door shut behind him.
...
In the living room,
a bewitching giggle drifted over.
Something about it felt rather eerie.
Following the sound, Liu Haizhu looked over...
There was Yang Mi, reclining comfortably in the living room with her long, smooth legs crossed.
Huh? ...Was she watching television?!
Meanwhile, his old uncle remained in the kitchen, clattering away without pause.
...
“Ahem!”
Liu Haizhu coughed loudly twice.
No one paid him the slightest attention.
“Ahem, ahem, ahem!”
Yang Mi turned her head and knit her delicate brows. “If you’ve caught a cold, get out. Don’t infect me.”
“Ha???”
Liu Haizhu was completely bewildered.
...
“I’m leaving, all right?!”
Feeling deeply aggrieved, Liu Haizhu let out a great shout and made as if to leave.
Tap, tap!
After taking two steps, the rascal stopped again to observe the situation.
Damn it! These two really didn’t regard him as a person, did they?!
...
The rascal felt terribly wronged.
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...His lips trembled, but he stood there in silence.
...
Ding-dong!
The doorbell rang once. Liu Haizhu had just reached out to open the door when—
“Hahahaha!”
Clearly, Yang Mi was still laughing merrily at some scene in the television drama.
That did not stop her from doing something else, however.
With one graceful turn, she flipped herself over, her long, smooth legs swinging fiercely through the air.
A moment later,
a heart-stirring fragrance drifted past Liu Haizhu’s nose.
Before the rascal could react, the beautiful Yang Mi had already slipped over to the doorway.
Creak!
“Mouthy,” Yang Mi said warmly. “Oh, you’re here! Come in, come in.”
Rumble!
At that very moment, a thunderbolt from the ninth heaven crashed down upon Liu Haizhu’s head with terrifying force, blasting him until he was crisp on the outside and tender within.
He stubbornly turned his head...
There stood the beautiful Yang Mi, a smile written across her face, the corners of her lips curved into a lovely arc.
That sight...
made Liu Haizhu’s tender little heart tremble again and again.
...
“Haha, Mouthy, you’re here!” Old Wan came out enthusiastically, still holding a ladle. “Come sit down. Uncle made you spicy blood curd stew, as well as your favorite Farewell, My Chicken. No matter what, you have to nourish yourself properly today.”
“Oh!” Mouthy’s eyes nearly disappeared into his smile. He nodded politely. “Thank you, Uncle Wan.”
Old Wan was grinning so broadly his eyes seemed to bloom. “Look at you. We’re all family here. Why are you being so polite with your uncle?”
Dongguan Mouth flashed his big white teeth. “Hehe, all right, then.”
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Aaaaah!!!
Liu Haizhu screamed helplessly inside his head!!!
Only gods and monsters liked being alone. He, Liu Haizhu, was the protagonist here, damn it!!!
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By the doorway,
the rascal stood there all by himself, lonely and forgotten, as though nobody could even see him.
He bit his lip with all his strength. Let it bleed—he didn’t care!
After all, nobody loved him, and nobody felt sorry for him.
...
“Hm?”
Mouthy noticed Liu Haizhu and froze for a moment before smiling. “Ah, you came too?”
“Ah... I... did...” The rascal’s lips trembled even more violently, and his eyes reddened in an instant.
“Why are you crying?” Dongguan Mouth stepped forward and gave him a hearty hug. “We’re brothers, aren’t we? Why are you getting so worked up just from seeing me?”
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