Chapter 1260 — It's This Pretty Boy! All the Turf Here Belongs to the North District. Scar Bear Was Only Just Installed by Brother Guang, and Before He Could Even Establish His Authority He Was Crippled. It Would Be a Wonder If Brother Guang Didn't Bring His Men to Settle the Score! Ying Ziyu Didn't Want to Be Under Wei Zhao's Thumb, and She Didn't Want Her Men to Get Hurt Either; Her Eyes Darting about, She Hit on a Fine Idea—Divert the Trouble Elsewhere!
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"I was going to wait for him whether you said so or not." Wei Zhao glanced at Nan Feilong. This idiot had just been added to the list of people Wei Zhao intended to dispose of. According to Scar Bear, this one had a thing for Ying Ziyu? Fine—then he could make a eunuch of him too. He was nothing good anyway.
A sneer curled at the corner of Nan Feilong's mouth. To his mind, Wei Zhao had no idea how high the heavens were or how deep the earth went. Brother Guang carried a gun; no matter how formidable Wei Zhao might be, in the face of a pistol he was dead meat.
"Hubby Wei Zhao, this thing is so annoying! One look and you can tell he's no good. Why don't you get rid of him?" Feng Xiaoxiao said, pointing at Nan Feilong.
"Oh, let's just let that Brother Guang get rid of him in a while," Wei Zhao nodded.
Ying Ziyu's mouth twitched. This girl at Wei Zhao's side was ruthless too? Saying she'd get rid of a man just like that—she wasn't an agent as well, was she?
Nan Feilong, however, looked utterly disdainful. He simply did not believe Wei Zhao could raise any real storm in front of Brother Guang. After all, Brother Guang was the boss of the North District—the kind of man whose stamping foot set all Songshan City trembling.
A minibus came barreling toward Fushan Middle School, and a flash of delight crossed Nan Feilong's eyes.
The minibus pulled up at the school gate. The doors swung open and more than thirty young toughs leaped down, every one of them far more hardened and seasoned than the rabble Scar Bear had brought before. These were most likely true gang members, probably the hard core of Brother Guang's crew, all brought along this time to put on a show of force.
"What's going on here? Who beat up Scar Bear? Daring to raise hell on my, Brother Guang's, turf—you must have a death wish!" A yellow-haired youth came striding toward the school gate, flanked by a crowd of big men.
At the sight of Brother Guang, the delight in Nan Feilong's eyes deepened. He ran toward him at a near sprint, his own private arithmetic already turning over in his head. As things stood, Scar Bear was in the hospital and would not be out for a year or two, and the Fushan Middle School patch of the North District was badly in need of a new boss to step up.
This, to Nan Feilong, looked like opportunity. If he played his cards right this time, then the leadership of the whole Fushan Middle School area might well fall to him. Surveying every outfit around Fushan Middle School, he alone was the biggest fish there was.
So Nan Feilong was eager beyond measure—the moment Brother Guang arrived, he ran over to fawn on him.
"Brother Guang! It's this pretty boy who did it! It was Ying Ziyu, that little whore, who brought him in as outside help—she must have sold herself to get him!" Nan Feilong was a cunning one, and the words were barely out of his mouth before he had framed Wei Zhao as Ying Ziyu's lover. That way Ying Ziyu became a cheap piece of goods, beneath Brother Guang's notice, and once Wei Zhao was dead, she would be nothing but a toy in Nan Feilong's hands.
Before, handing Ying Ziyu over to Scar Bear had been a concession forced on him, but now Scar Bear was finished, and Nan Feilong's mouth was watering over Ying Ziyu again. He knew perfectly well what Ying Ziyu was really like—for all that this girl ran with the underworld, she was conservative as could be. She was probably still a virgin.