Chapter 133 — The Harassed Tang Zhi
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The carriage was noisy and the distance was great—one at the front door, the other at the back—but Wei Zhao's hearing was keen and his attention was fixed on Tang Zhi, so naturally he heard it.
He frowned. Tang Zhi had likely been pestered by some street punk. In this stretch of old town, idle young men with nothing to do were only too common. From the fellow's tone, he had been pestering Tang Zhi for more than a day or two. It seemed the beauty had her troubles too! The The Blossom Guardian of common birth—comic as the title was—faced a daily situation utterly different from that of the two young ladies, Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu. Gu Mengyao only had to worry about Zhong Yongliang's harassment, not about being pestered by such punks. Tang Zhi was different: born beautiful, she had probably long since been marked by the idle drifters of the neighborhood.
Since he had run into it, Wei Zhao naturally would not stand by.
Quickly parting the crowd in front of him, Wei Zhao now brought his agile skill and boundless strength into play. The people he pushed aside had not even figured out what was happening before Wei Zhao had squeezed through. By then all the passengers had boarded and the doors were about to close, but Wei Zhao planted his left hand on the door and forcibly blocked it from shutting, while with his other hand he hoisted up the little thug behind Tang Zhi. Without a word, he flung him straight out through the doorway, then released his left hand, and the doors closed.
Tang Zhi stared in astonishment as Wei Zhao squeezed over from the back of the bus and then threw the young man harassing her off the vehicle. For a moment she was shocked and at a loss, not understanding how Wei Zhao had come to be on this bus.
Tang Zhi even thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. How had she run into this villain? Did he not have someone driving him to and fro every day?
Only when Wei Zhao threw the young man off the bus and turned around did Tang Zhi become certain that the person before her was indeed Wei Zhao.
"How did you get tangled up with a man like that?" Wei Zhao turned and asked.
Tang Zhi pursed her lips, not knowing how to answer. Was that not asking the obvious? Tang Zhi wanted to say, The same reason they pester me as the reason you pester me... but she did not quite dare. Wei Zhao was even more frightening than the young punk from before. What sort of person was he? With one hand he could stop the bus doors from closing, and with the other he could hoist a man up and fling him out...
No wonder Zhong Yongliang and Zou Ruoming both steered clear of him—this fellow was nothing but a violent maniac.
The people on the bus were all staring at Wei Zhao with a measure of dread. Those he had shoved aside earlier had meant to voice a complaint or two, but seeing how ferociously he handled things—flinging a man clean off the bus—they wisely shut their mouths. Not one of them wanted to become the next human projectile.
The driver had likewise meant to grumble a few words about Wei Zhao nearly wrecking the door, but now he dared not say a thing. Who would want to provoke a man like that? He quietly started the engine and drove off, paying no mind to the young man sprawled on his backside on the platform...
The young man had not even glimpsed what was happening before he was flying out the door; by the time he hit the ground, the doors had already shut behind him, and he had no idea who had thrown him.