The circle in Beijing was not big to begin with, and they all happened to be members of JSCC. The news of Mo Xiaoan's misbehavior in the Tan Family Hall in the afternoon had already spread. The reason why so many people gathered tonight was almost all to watch the fun, but no one expected Wen Liang to expose this scar in front of him. Not to mention Mo Xiaoan's vindictive and dog-skin plaster that can't be shaken off once it gets on his body, Wen Liang's identity as an outsider alone, such a boldness undoubtedly shocked everyone at the scene. From time to time, people whispered to each other and asked each other about Wen Liang's background and identity.
Mo Xiaoan's face turned pale. People like him valued their reputation more than anything else. They were humiliated by a country bumpkin in front of so many people. They were furious. He looked Wen Liang up and down, smiled sinisterly, and said, "Good, good, you have courage!"
Several of his followers were ready to die for their humiliation, and they quickly surrounded him, swearing. Wen Liang smiled, but he looked at their faces carefully one by one. One of them was so scared that he cursed, "What are you looking at, MD? You even dare to offend Young Master An. Don't you want to live?"
Wen Liang put his hands in his pockets, looking very relaxed, and said with a smile: "Nothing, I just want to remember your faces. We can get together again when we have the chance. When that time comes, I will see if your mouths are still so stinky."
Several people were furious and were about to teach this ignorant outsider a lesson. Lei Fang suddenly took a step forward, stood in front of Wen Liang, stroked his beard, and sneered, "You dare to touch my friend Lei Fang? Fuck you!"
A barely perceptible smile flashed across Wen Liang's eyes. Lei Fang knew that he would meet Mo Xiaoan tonight, and he knew his character even better, but he still specifically stated that he was an outsider when introducing him. The deep meaning behind this was self-evident.
Wen Liang didn't mind being a chess piece for others to explore the way, but what Lei Fang didn't know was that chess pieces always have the urge to become chess players. This was the case in Qingzhou, in Suhai, and in the capital, it was still the same!
Before he could finish his words, Lei Fang's right hand, which had been hanging by his side, suddenly had a car repair board. He smashed it on the forehead of the man who had cursed Wen Liang for not wanting to live. There was a howl, blood splattered, and there was a hole in the forehead. He fell to the ground, twitching constantly.
This truly shocked the whole audience. Mingming, who was standing by, could not hide his shock and whispered, "Young Master Lei hits people after just a few words. He is really getting more and more aggressive."
The young master shook his head, looked at Wen Liang with a puzzled look, and said, "What do you know? The more irritable Lei Zi is, the calmer he is. This outsider has a complicated background. Mo Xiaoan is afraid that he will suffer."
Mingming blinked his big beautiful eyes and said, "No way, what kind of personality is An Shao? He would be so cautious as to suffer losses from others?"
The eldest son burst into laughter, flicked Mingming's eyebrows, and said, "No one loves Xiaoan in his family. In this generation, none of his brothers have gained power. In addition, the expenses are high, and money is always tight. That's why he does things without any care. He is not as mean as you say..."
Mingming pouted and rubbed his eyebrows, then giggled and took advantage of the moment when the young master wasn't paying attention to secretly glance at Wenliang.
Well, he was very young, clean and fresh, and seemed to have the temperament of a young man from a rich family, but also a little different. As for what was different, Mingming couldn't tell, but that feeling was much more comfortable than those young masters in the capital.
Wen Liang stood there. Lei Fang's sudden attack knocked the man to the ground. The piercing screams and blood-stained dust seemed to have no way to move him. He just tilted his head slightly and asked in surprise, "Master Lei, where did you get the stick?"
Lei Fang threw the board at the man, clapped his hands, and said, "Look, there are plenty over there."
The place where he pointed was a makeshift maintenance station. Wen Liang suddenly realized that this was a racing track that provided on-site modification and disassembly and maintenance. The thing that was most lacking was car repair tools. No matter what Lei Fang's status was, he just made a gesture and someone would naturally hand him a board.
If this conversation were put on the flyover, it would definitely be selected as the best supporting role of the year. Mo Xiaoan didn't expect Lei Fang to really fight for an outsider. He laughed in anger and stared at him word by word, "Are you determined to protect him?"
Wen Liang's guess was actually correct. If it were any other time, Lei Fang wouldn't have gotten so stalemate with Mo Xiaoan. Although he didn't take Mo Xiaoan seriously, if they really fought, it would be a losing business of killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred of his own. It was neither cost-effective nor necessary. So even if they were angry, they should be restrained and not hurt each other.
But today was a little different because of the unexpected factor of Wen Liang. He had long been disgusted by Mo Xiaoan's unruly and over-the-top behavior. He deliberately set up this trap tonight just to lure him in. Especially since Wen Liang's performance was better than he expected, he jokingly said, "Who am I, Lei Fang, to be able to protect others? Xiaoan, I'm actually doing this for your own good. Apologize quickly and I'll help you mediate and the matter will be settled."
"It's better if you don't protect him."
Mo Xiaoan grew up in the capital, and he was arrogant. How could he believe Lei Fang's lies? The louder he boasted, the more guilty he was. He walked up to Wen Liang, his narrow eyes flashing with vicious light, and grinned, "Country bumpkin, this is not like your hometown. If you are too arrogant, you may die in the capital."
Wen Liang smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, An Shao, I have a car!"
Mo Xiaoan's voice was very loud. He didn't care about threatening a person's life at all, and he didn't care about being heard by so many people around him. When it comes to arrogance and domineering, he was ten times more arrogant than Wen Liang.
Mingming leaned over to the eldest master's ear and whispered, "There is a gun in Young Master An's car. I just saw it..."
The young master frowned but said nothing.
Two dazzling car lights suddenly shone from a distance. A moment later, a Ferrari drove into the square and two people got out of the car. Wen Liang took a look and found that they were the young girl he met on the train and Shangguan Chenlu.
The young girl changed into a white down jacket and tight jeans, looking less annoying than on the train. Shangguan Chenlu was still wearing sportswear, with a ponytail tied behind her head, looking simple and generous. Seeing the crowd and luxury cars in the square, the girl screamed: "Luckily, fortunately, we are not late! Sister Chenlu, if you hadn't come to pick me up, my brother would have insisted on confining me. He spends his days drinking and partying, how dare he come to control me? I'll tell my father about him..."
The girl's mouth was still chattering endlessly, but Shangguan Chenlu was as calm as ever, without any reaction. When she got closer, the girl stood on tiptoe and looked around, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she ran to Lei Fang and said coquettishly, "Well, I came back from Su Hai, but not only did you not come to pick me up, but you couldn't find me for a whole day. You actually had time to come here to race? If I wasn't smart, how long would you have planned to hide from me?"
Lei Fang showed a bitter smile on his rough face and said, "Zixuan, I'm busy today, I didn't mean to avoid you!"
"real?"
Before Lei Fang could answer, the crowd around him became agitated. A man who had been standing on the roof of a 1970 Dodge crossed his arms and laughed loudly, "That's fake, silly girl. Lei Zi is definitely avoiding you on purpose. I saw him drinking in Sanlitun today..."
Zhu Zixuan's eyes turned, she stuck out her tongue, and said, "If I believe what you say, Brother Feng, I will really become a silly girl. Brother Lei said that there is something wrong, then there must be something wrong!"
The crowd immediately burst into laughter, and someone said, "Mr. Feng, you can't even fool Zixuan, why are you still standing so high? Come down quickly."
"It's cooler standing up high, why do you care about me?"
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As soon as Zhu Zixuan appeared, she immediately eased the tense atmosphere. It seemed that she and Lei Fang must have some anecdotes, otherwise they wouldn't make fun of her. Lei Fang, who was so majestic just now, now looked helpless. He shook his head at Wen Liang and said with a wry smile: "This is my sister, Zhu Zixuan. Zixuan, this is my friend..."
Zhu Zixuan only noticed Wen Liang at this time, and the surprise on his face flashed away. He shouted: "Huang Yan, why are you here?"
Wen Liang smiled and said, "The capital city is indeed very small. I haven't fallen into your hands this time, so you don't have to make things difficult for me, right?" He had originally guessed that Zhu Zixuan came from a good family, but he didn't expect that she was also a member of this circle. Especially considering how much she was favored, it must be much higher than he imagined.
Especially, especially this name, Wen Liang seemed to have heard it somewhere!
Zhu Zixuan laughed tenderly, turned around and pulled Shangguan Chenlu, saying, "Sister, that bad boy is here too."
Shangguan Chenlu, who had been keeping her eyes down, also raised her head. She was not like Zhu Zixuan. Once she saw Lei Fang, her eyes could no longer accommodate anyone else or anything else. She inadvertently glanced at Wen Liang, Lei Fang, Mo Xiaoan and the man who was still bleeding and groaning on the ground. She had already understood something in her heart. When she looked at Wen Liang again, her dreamy eyes contained a hint of blame.
"Miss Shangguan, we meet again."
Shangguan Chenlu nodded and said, "Mr. Huang turned out to be Mr. Lei's friend. If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have said anything more."
Wen Liang secretly felt ashamed. Shangguan Chenlu warned him twice not to make a fuss, but he still did something like this on the first day he arrived in Beijing. However, although Lei Fang had ulterior motives in the conflict with Mo Xiaoan, Wen Liang was also testing the waters. Naturally, he could only let Shangguan down.
Zhu Zixuan's appearance was just a minor episode. The two factions that were already incompatible would naturally not stop fighting because of her. It is worth mentioning that after Shangguan Chenlu said something to Wen Liang, Mo Xiaoan's arrogance was somehow suppressed a lot. He stopped talking nonsense with a cold face and clapped his hands. An Aston Martin DB7 slowly drove into the crowd. Sitting in the driver's seat was Zhang Qian, who was known as the speed of sound. He said, "The old rules, run 04, one game to decide the winner, you decide the bet!"
Lei Fang suddenly became a different person. He looked at Mo Xiaoan like a hunter who had been searching for prey for a long time and finally drew his bow. He said, "One hundred thousand or two hundred thousand is meaningless. Tonight, let's bet on cars!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets at Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.) (To be continued)