Chapter 829 — Ulterior Motives
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Sister Yaoyao, why don't we go play in the billiard hall across the way? What do you think?" Shen Yushu had given up on the arcade's amusements, because she truly could not find anything fun here.
"The billiard hall? Xiaoshu, you know how to play billiards?" Gu Mengyao asked, a little puzzled.
"No, but I've seen it on TV. The players all look really cool—it should be fun, right?" Shen Yushu merely wanted to see what it was like.
"All right." Gu Mengyao nodded without objection.
In the early days, billiard halls were poor in both environment and facilities, and the patrons were mostly petty thugs and small-time scoundrels. But as world billiards competitions grew popular, billiards gradually came to be accepted by people and became one of the recreational pastimes of the successful.
Naturally, the pool hall inside the entertainment complex remained a mixed and murky crowd. The people who came here to play ranged from petty thugs to rich young masters, though successful men of means were somewhat scarcer—they had their own private clubs and had no need to set foot in a public amusement complex like this.
Wei Zhao, Gu Mengyao, and Shen Yushu made their way to the billiard room across from the arcade. Wei Zhao had kicked up such a commotion earlier, yet Zou Ruoguang had not done a thing to him—had even treated him with great deference—and all of it had played out before the eyes of the petty thugs who loitered here. So those who had entertained improper thoughts about Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu could only tuck them away; no one dared provoke the two girls again and invite unnecessary trouble. Ending up like Red Hair, beaten to a bloody red mess, was simply not worth it.
There was, however, one exception. He had not put his designs on Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu aside at all—on the contrary, his interest had only grown keener. That man was Zhen Yingjun, and the more he looked at Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu, the more he felt the two of them were absolutely top-notch.
That kind of top-notch was something one could encounter but never seek out. In a school of vast size, having even one such girl was no small feat—and now he had run into two at once, which filled Zhen Yingjun with a profound sense of good fortune. He felt Heaven itself was watching over him, handing him two pretty little things in one stroke.
What was more, from his seasoned, practiced eye, Zhen Yingjun had observed that Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu were very likely still untouched, unopened by any man—and such girls were the very cream of the top-notch. Zhen Yingjun felt that if he did not make his move, he would be doing Heaven's arrangement a grave injustice.
Zou Ruoguang, too, had caught Zhen Yingjun's rather infatuated gaze and could not help but frown. Frankly speaking, he had no wish to offend Wei Zhao; he knew Wei Zhao was someone he could not afford to cross. But this Zhen Yingjun was likewise someone he could not afford to cross—word had it the Zhen family held considerable power around the East Sea, commanding a notorious underworld outfit, the Firelance Squad, every one of them armed with a handgun. These were true, hard-nosed criminals, and a thug of Zou Ruoguang's level could not even dream of matching them.
"Young Master Jun, have you really set your heart on it?" Zou Ruoguang asked cautiously.