Chapter 828 — Young Master Jun's Designs
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Because Wei Zhao's manner with the two of them was not particularly intimate—and besides, Wei Zhao already had a girlfriend—Zou Ruoguang did not treat Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu with the same deference he showed Tang Zhi. He merely greeted Wei Zhao and then took his leave.
"Brother Zou, you know that kid? What's his background, that he's worth all that bowing and scraping?" Zhen Yingjun's gaze had never once left Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu. A flicker of jealousy toward Wei Zhao in his voice, he asked, "From my years of experience chasing women, I can tell you—these two are top-tier."
One was pure and lovely, the other petite and adorable. Though they wore only ordinary tracksuits, their beauty could not be concealed.
Zou Ruoguang was a little older than Zhen Yingjun, which was why Zhen Yingjun called him Brother Zou.
"His name is Wei Zhao. He's highly skilled in a fight—not someone to cross!" Though Zou Ruoguang felt that saying so somewhat undercut his own standing, when it came to Wei Zhao, he simply could not put on a strong front.
"Highly skilled? What good does that do?" Zhen Yingjun said with a hint of scorn. "No matter how good you are, you can't take on a crowd. A man like that doesn't deserve that much face."
"A crowd?" Zou Ruoguang smiled bitterly. "Put it this way—Uncle Yan, one of our Yellow-Rank experts, was injured by him..."
"Brawling and showing off—that gets you nowhere." Zhen Yingjun remained dismissive. "Even if he can handle a Yellow-Rank expert, is he tougher than guns? That's flat-out impossible!"
Zhen Yingjun's family was in the underworld too, and not on a small scale—far bigger than Zou Tiandi's. They had no shortage of unlicensed firearms, so in his eyes, all this martial arts business was nonsense. Against guns, it amounted to nothing.
Zou Ruoguang shrugged. Since Zhen Yingjun did not believe him, there was nothing more he could say. After all, the two families were merely partners now, with the Zhen family in the driver's seat; saying too much would only make it seem as though he had some ulterior motive.
"Those two girls are quite something. Are they his women?" Zhen Yingjun asked, his interest clearly piqued.
"That doesn't seem to be the case." Zou Ruoguang shook his head. "Wei Zhao has a girlfriend. I've met her."
"Oh, so they're just ordinary friends?" Zhen Yingjun nodded. "Those two—I've taken a fancy to them!"
"Young Master Jun, if you go about it the normal way, there's no problem. But it'd be best not to use force—I'm afraid that Wei Zhao might step in..." Zou Ruoguang felt compelled to warn him.
"I know, I know. I, Zhen Yingjun, have chased countless women. Two little girls? They'll be eating out of my hand in no time." Zhen Yingjun did not take Zou Ruoguang's words seriously at all. In truth, he had never taken Wei Zhao seriously either.
Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu played the arcade games for a while and found them boring—nothing but straight racing or straight-up fighting and shooting. There was no fun in any of it; it was not even as enjoyable as the console at home.
"Yao, how's it going over there? How many levels have you cleared?" Shen Yushu burned through her last game token, then stood up, somewhat dispirited. "These games really aren't fun. It's just one person pounding away endlessly. I don't see the point."
"I don't know. I don't think I've cleared a single level?" Gu Mengyao was no great gamer either. She had been playing a side-scrolling beat-'em-up, and after ages she was still stuck on the first level, though she had burned through quite a few tokens.
Watching from the side, Wei Zhao found it rather amusing. These arcades made their money off novices like them. Plenty of people could loop a single token for ages—at that rate, forget turning a profit; they couldn't even cover the electricity bill.
"This is boring. Let's go check out the other machines." Shen Yushu stood up, giving up on the idea of playing any further.