Besides being suspicious, another phrase formulates in Lu Yan's mind at first glance is “extravagant.” The man in front of him was impeccable from head to toe, the gaze he uses when he glances upon people is full of unspeakable coldness. It was a look as if anything wasn’t worthy to be in his sight, quite arrogant, wanting a beating.
In addition to the description “extravagant,” it was probably according to what Li Zhen usually said: if you have the tendency to bestow a ten dollar bill, then you can earn a hundred thousand.
Lu Yan soon made a connection between him and the silver-sports car together.
It’s his vehicle?
Which household’s young master strayed out?
The son of the demolishing company?
How many dudes have he brought? Here for a fight?
Lu Yan’s brain is working at a full speed.
….. But compared to the two, Lu Yan is the one that looks extra suspicious.
Thanks to the decent protection stability, Lu Yan’s radiant, flashy and barbaric modeled ‘copycat’ hairstyle is still intact. The hairspray applied yesterday is still effective today, and the broom head that looks like a flame is still soaring high.
His model hairstyle had a more impulsive vibe compared to his guitar just now.
The barbarous and savage Lu Yan stood by the door, breaking the silence: “Who are you?”
The man said: “I am here to search for someone.”
Lu Yan scrutinizes all the residents that live in the building in his mind, and find that the idea of searching for someone is quite suspicious.
Residents dwelling in this building are no way connected to “upper class relatives.” In addition to orphans and widows, there’re only impoverished relatives. A few days ago on the lower floor of the building, a young lady was chased all the way by her birth mother and earned a few slaps. It was due to the young maiden not being able to lend money to help her brother purchase a house.
“Searching for whom? Number six zero…. What?” Lu Yan questioned.
“601.” Although it didn’t show on his expression, that person has evidently begun to get impatient.
“What are you doing searching for Hong Jie1?” Lu Yan randomly chose a name, and was dithering for two seconds between the names Xiao Hong and Cui Hua2.
[1]: Jie for elder sister or younger sister
[2]: Made up names
“…” The man said, “You care about others' business so much?”
“She went out,” Lu Yan spoke suddenly, without further questioning, slightly turning to the side, “Guess she’ll return later, what should I acknowledge you as?”
“Surname Xiao.”
Lu Yan slightly nodded, quietly reached for his phone, and clicked open WeChat, then found Zhang Xiaohui’s chat icon: “Alright, I’ll call and let her know, Do you want to haung out in my house and wait for a bit?”
“Thanks,” Xiao Heng’s tone grew relaxed, “Standing here and waiting….” is fine.
It’s just that he hasn’t even finished his sentence yet, when he was wrestled head-on by Lu Yan and was pinned against the wall!
Lu Yan used one hand to confine the other party’s wrist, and force him to turn around. Xiao Heng's face came into close contact with the red graffiti on the corridor wall.
The red graffiti spray-painted on the wall has both fangs and wings, Xiao Heng looked up and met that unknown thing, two spheres.
Lu Yan let go of the items that were on his other hand, with a clank, both the bowl and oranges instantaneously fell to the ground.
He doesn’t give the other party the slightest time to react, His elbow landed on Xiao Heng’s nape. Lu Yan’s arms didn’t have much muscle and he had a skinny figure, the piece of bone that protruded out from the elbow struck the neck, making one’s life flash before their eyes.
Their heights were almost the same. From Lu Yan’s angle, he can see the man’s concealed shoulder blades underneath the shirt fabric. He leaned closer and spoke: “There’s not such thing as Hong Jie., I don’t even know the name of the next-door young maiden., I just randomly made up a name to deceive you, and you really took the bait. Seeing your looks and appearances, you can still do this type of thing?”.
Xiao Heng never spoke out profanities in eight hundred years, but he couldn’t help forcing out some curses at him. Turning his head sideways: “Do you have some damn issues?”
After he finished, inhaling a breath: “I actually am not sure how to address her neither, but I do have some business with her.”
The distance between the two was really close.
They can even hear each other’s breath quite distinctly.
Just then, in the corridor, Xiao Heng hasn’t properly inspected him with his gaze, Now that he looked closely, except the wild hairstyle, the face looks unexpectedly neat.
It was unexpectedly nice, mainly because even if the ‘pop punk’3 hairstyle is permed awfully, it’s completely far from the level of hideousness.
[3]: another phrase for 杀马特
Then, ‘pop punk’ opened his mouth and spoke: “What business? Chopping the electricity wires or hacking open the water pipe?”
‘pop punk’ questioned again: “How much bros have you brought?”
“…..”
“Let go.”
“To hell with letting go.”
“Yo, murder pop punk,” Xiao Heng was enraged into smirking, “I’ll say it one last time, let go.”
“….. murder what?,” Lu Yan was also enraged into smirking, “Dare you to say that again?”
Xiao Heng slowed down his tone and repeated: “Murder, pop, punks.”
“Sure,” Lu Yan draggeds his tone, and fluently spoke: “Quite obedient.”
Lu Yan just wanted to restrain the other party’s movement, preventing him from escaping before other residents arrived. Last time the demolishing company took a trip here, Aunt Zhang’s hospital fee was funded by everyone, this whole incident has no way of explaining it.
But he didn’t want to use violence to solve the problem.
In living a moral life. after being experienced much in society, you don’t rashly use your fists, instead resolvinge the problem using words.
Lu Yan didn’t even take this young master’s appearance into his sight at first, staring at this young master, he exuded a feeling of ‘When Laozi was roving in the mountains and rivers of Jianghu , you are still at home drinking breast milk.’4
[4]: fictional wuxia universe, or an idiom describing oneself as experienced.
He couldn’t make any big waves with a single hand.
However, at this instant, the person who was pressed against the wall exerted strength and, their position suddenly got reversed. Lu Yan became the person who was pinned against the wall and facing the red graffiti.
….. Fuck me.
Lu Yan felt thoroughly baffled.
He has acceptable fighting skills, huh?
Xiao Heng felt that the nerve called ‘reasoning’ in his mind was on the verge of snapping. He suppressed his impatience, and attempted to reason it out with this ‘pop punk’: “Listen here, you must be mistaken….”
He hadn't finished his speech, when a bang sounded from below.
The entrance door that doesn’t require a security check was pushed open by some unknown person. The movement was quite vigorous, causing the noise of impact to echo in the corridor.
Soon after, there was an even more vigorous wave of profanity.
“F*ck it,” it was a man with a hoarse voice, the person’s tone sounded as if he had sputum, “Demolish them all! Switch the power off! Chop off the electric wires!”
“There’s no one in this building, right?”
Another person replied: “There’s not many people. Just dispatch someone to search, all of them have gone to work.”
“….” Xiao Heng finally understood the idiom of ‘Even if you jump in the Huang Hu, you can’t cleanse yourself.’
Before starting a brawl with this suspicious guy, Lu Yan sent a WeChat message to Zhang Xiaohui, consisting of three words: “There’s a situation.” Now, he is unsure how many residents from unit three rushed back after hearing the report.
Facts proved that their pace is considerably fast and a few dozen people had arrived. The guy who took the lead in entering the building wore a gigantic golden chain on his neck. In the scorching summer, he only wore flower-pattern trousers. They were swift as the wind, and in comparison to the demolishing company, their momentum is way more vigorous.
Dajin Chain5: “Let’s see who dares touch the electrical circuit switch! I want that lowly dog’s life!”
[5]: another name for Golden Chain dude
The third unit residents' speed can be described as a ferocious breeze and sweeping mist. Even Zhang Xiaohui, who has a strength that can’t even be compared to a chicken, beat someone up. Ten minutes later, the gang that was planning to cut the electrical circuit stood outside like a bunch of vegetable sprouts. The others had them under control, while chanting slogans:
“Connected minds joined in a common effort, collectively facing outside challenges!.”
“Blazing hot-bloodedness! Igniting passion!”
“Together with me, RESOLUTELY OBJECTING DEMOLITION!”
“Protesting against demolition!”
“…..”
“Unit three, number six! We all have no shame!”
“No shame!”
About a twenty dozens of people came to assemble in a semicircle, lifting their fists high in the air, lifting them skyward for every shout. Those who didn’t know about the situation may think this is some kind of cult organization.
Lu Yan is the leading representative of this chicken flock.
The most malicious among the bunch.
Dajin Chain stood beside Lu Yan, randomly grabbing a branch from the ground: “Y’all obediently knee on the ground!”
Dajin Chain: “Y’all people, ah, still stubbornly not regretting it…. benevolence is human nature. The most important thing with being a man is treating people with kindness. Just what is it with your crooked path in life? I am asking you, lift your head up.”
Zhang Xiaohui stood behind him like a sly fox in a tiger’s clothing, stuttering: “Talk… talking, talking about you!”
Lu Yan stayed silent, wanting to search his pocket. He finds out that he only brought a lighter but no cigarettes, so he searches the pocket of Daijin Chain’s flower-patterned trousers quite casually, and finds a pack of Da Qian Men. 6
[6]: cigarette brand.
He took one out of the cigarette package.
“You,” Lu Yan squats down while nipping a cigarette in his mouth. Staring at the most eye-catching person in the bunch of vegetable sprouts, he made a ‘tsk’ once, “Submit or surrender?”
The young master gives out the last bit of self-restraint, delivering him a single word with a darkened face: “Scram.”
“Do you even know how to properly speak?,” Lu Yan said, “No self restrain at all.”
The young master stayed silent this time.
At this moment, another person from the vegetable bunch wanted to speak up: “This, um….”
Lu Yan: “You shut up, none of your business.”
That person still wanted to speak: “No, this….”
Lu Yan sways his tobacco ashes: “Told you to shut up, don’t know what ‘shut up’ means.”
Zhang Xiaohui tried to imitate, but had no momentum at all: “Shut, shut…shut up, don’t you understand?”
“That’s not it,” but that person is still unexpectedly quite persistent, shrinking his head back, and pointing to the person beside him.
Exuding an air of extravagance.
Indifferent expression.
And the sight of a costly wristwatch.
The gargantuan demolishing company does not have personnel like that at all!!!
He exclaims in a highly suspicious way: “This guy, who is he?!”
Lu Yan choked on the cigarette smoke in his mouth.
Translator: Piggybank
Editor(s): Rum, Muku
Proofreader: Rae