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Old Zhao and Li Hong squatted in the corner on the second floor, watching me wail on the first floor.
"Old Zhao, do you think we might have gone a bit too far?" I asked.
Li Hong knew that Old Zhao's earlier remarks were meant to provoke me, so he chose to stifle his laughter, desperately trying not to give himself away. Just thinking about Su Xuan's comments from last year brought a sly smile to Li Hong's usually composed face.
"What do you know! That's just a woman's perspective. A jade must be carved to become a gem. This brat needs some discipline; otherwise, with so many subordinates in the future, how will he manage them?"
Li Hong only caught one phrase from that statement: "a woman's perspective," while everything else was automatically filtered out.
"A woman's perspective? Old Zhao, have you rested your back enough lately? Come on, let's talk in the bedroom," Li Hong said, pulling Old Zhao toward the bedroom.
"Wife, I'm sorry! My back still hurts!" Old Zhao exclaimed.
I had lost all desire to stay there. It was supposed to be my coming-of-age birthday, and suddenly I found myself as the son of an Underworld Boss with a wife!
Heavens! Why did this happen?
I picked up my phone and called Hu Yao, briefly explaining the situation and suggesting we meet at our usual barbecue spot.
Upon hearing the news, Hu Yao cursed and vented his frustration before agreeing to meet. "What’s this? You’re really something! Why do you get a wife? You don’t know how lucky you are! If you don’t want her, just give her to me! Your kidneys are still strong!"
A brother can be wealthy; a brother can fall in love; but having a wife was like stabbing Hu Yao right in the heart.
I wasn’t in the mood to discuss these trivial matters with him. Venting my frustrations over the phone wouldn’t suffice; I’d save it for when we met in person.
Just as I pushed open the door to head to our meeting place, I noticed Old Zhao’s little brothers standing at the entrance.
They saw me open the door and immediately stood up. "Xiao Zhao, where are you headed?" they asked.
Seeing them lingering at the door, I quickly voiced my confusion. "Why haven’t you all left yet? Didn’t Old Zhao say you should go back?"
They exchanged glances before one of them grinned and said, "Xiao Zhao, actually, the boss didn’t just call us here to meet you; he wants us to follow you from now on."
I was taken aback by their words and exclaimed in disbelief, "What kind of international joke is this? He wants you to follow a high school student like me? Am I supposed to teach you math or English?"
"We don’t know about that; it’s what the boss said. But Xiao Zhao, don’t worry! We’ve been with the boss for over a year now; we’re all trustworthy."
My head throbbed painfully. Nothing had been resolved yet, and now I was being handed over a hundred little brothers. What kind of situation was this?
"Old Zhao! You’re ruining lives—ugh! How could you do this?"
Meanwhile, Old Zhao remained blissfully unaware of my plight on the second floor, caught up in his own mix of back pain and happiness.
There was no way to resolve the situation now; I would just take it one step at a time. This was fate. I waved my hand, too lazy to deal with these troublesome matters. What had happened had already happened; all I could do was accept it. "Alright, let’s go. Do you have a car? Can you give me a ride?"
The young leader from earlier immediately led me toward the vehicle. "Let’s go, Xiao Zhao. We’ll take you."
"Hey, why doesn’t the boss buy Xiao Zhao a car?" one of them asked.
"Have you lost your mind from staying up late? Xiao Zhao just turned eighteen and doesn’t even have a driver’s license. What car would he buy? We are disciplined, organized citizens who follow the law, not those little punks on the street who are confused after drinking."
Their whispers were just loud enough for me to hear clearly, and listening to their conversation only made my head hurt more.
"What? Is the Underworld a regular army now? Isn’t it all the same?" I thought bitterly. And that guy who asked why I didn’t buy a car for myself—part of me wanted to punch him and see if his insides were made of tofu.
Calm down, calm down. Getting angry would only harm my health; no one would take care of me if I fell apart. It seemed that all these events had affected my mindset and temper.
Once in the car, I closed my eyes and tried to rest, wanting to think about nothing and do nothing. The younger guys were quite considerate; they didn’t ask me anything during the ride. The only thing I noticed was that our vehicle was being followed by several vans. Clearly, I had given up on trying to manage this situation; ignoring it seemed like the best approach!
Do all these Underworld folks prefer riding in vans? Suddenly, a whole fleet of vans pulled up with great momentum, creating quite an impressive scene.
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