Chapter 1171: Because You're Ugly

Zhang You smacked his lips: "Why do I feel like something is wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Zhou Andong pulled him to sit down: "Dalin, drive."

For safety, Chang Meng Weihua and Guan Tingya were in one car, Yang Ming and Zheng Xiyan in another, and only Xiao Liuzi was alone.

After Zhou Andong left, they also drove off in different directions.

And in the van, Huang Mao and the other two long-haired guys were sleeping soundly, drool even flowing out.

The sky gradually brightened, and the road became increasingly noisy. The hawking of small vendors made the sleeping Huang Mao frown, and finally, he opened his eyes very reluctantly.

"Damn it!"

Huang Mao muttered a curse, opened the car door, got out, and stretched.

"Click!"

Huang Mao took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and looked up at the hotel entrance in front of him.

"Damn it, you guys stay in hotels hugging women every day, while I'm cooped up in the car. My bones are all stiff, damn it."

At this moment, the other two guys also woke up, yawned, and got out of the car. Da Zui felt like his kidneys were about to explode from holding his pee.

"I'm going to take a piss. Who's going to buy breakfast?"

Huang Mao raised both hands and rubbed his face hard: "Da Huang, you stay and watch. I'll go buy breakfast."

"I can't do it anymore, I can't hold it." Da Zui ran into the hotel restroom in a few steps.

……………………

Ji'an!

Zhou Andong, Tang Lin, and Zhang You were eating breakfast at a roadside stall. Before they had even finished, Xiao Liuzi, Chang Meng Weihua, Yang Ming, and the others arrived one after another.

"You guys are pretty fast." Tang Lin checked the time: "We just arrived too."

Xiao Liuzi sat down next to Tang Lin: "After leaving the city, I saw no one was following us, so I turned around and came to Ji'an."

"Same here." Chang Meng Weihua, Yang Ming, Zheng Xiyan, and Guan Tingya also found a place to sit down.

Zhang You took a bite of stir-fried rice noodles, then let out a laugh, almost spraying out what was in his mouth.

"You guys say, that idiot Fan Jie, suddenly discovering we've disappeared, what will he be like?"

Chang Meng Weihua took a steamed bun that the landlady had just brought over: "What else could he be like? He must be furious, and then he'll curse your eighteen generations of ancestors."

Zhang You rolled his eyes: "Cursing my eighteen generations of ancestors, doesn't he curse yours too?"

"He doesn't." Chang Meng Weihua's tone was very certain.

Zhang You was stunned: "Why?"

"Because you're ugly." Tang Lin added.

"Pfft!" Zheng Xiyan, who had just taken a sip of porridge, sprayed it all out.

Immediately after, everyone laughed out loud. Guan Tingya clutched her stomach, crying out that her stomach hurt.

"Are you guys trying to laugh me to death?"

Zhang You looked at Tang Lin with a dark face: "Can you talk like a human being, damn it?"

Tang Lin's mouth was full of food, muttering: "It's not just one person who thinks you're ugly; everyone thinks so."

"Bullshit." Zhang You cursed: "It's just you, you little bastard, talking nonsense."

Actually, Zhang You wasn't hard to look at, and even had a bit of refined handsomeness; it was just that he was usually too unreliable.

The few of them chatted and laughed, finished their breakfast, and the hotel they had agreed to stay at was right across the street.

They finished the check-in procedures, returned to their rooms, and fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillows.

………………

Ganzhou!

Past three in the afternoon, a young man with a buzz cut ran out of the hotel in a hurry.

Huang Mao saw the young man, opened the car window, and waved his hand: "Brother Mao, what's wrong?"

Brother Mao's face was livid as he walked over quickly: "Fuck, those guys might have run away."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Mao stood up abruptly, then *bang*, he hit the roof of the car heavily, let out a scream, and sat back down with a *thud*.

"Fuck it." Huang Mao rubbed his head hard, "So painful."

Brother Mao didn't care about him and said to Da Huang: "For the past two days, they've been taking packed food to room 5081 every day, so I never saw that person's face.

But I didn't see them this morning, and I didn't pay much attention. But at noon, they still hadn't appeared, and I felt something was wrong. I ran to the front desk and asked the waiter to check, and I didn't expect that all the rooms were empty."

Da Huang's expression changed. If they didn't keep an eye on them, wouldn't Young Master Jie break their legs?

"What do we do now?"

"What else can we do?" Brother Mao said: "Hurry up and notify Young Master Jie."

Da Huang picked up the mobile phone and handed it to Brother Mao without hesitation: "Brother Mao, you call."

Brother Mao was very dissatisfied: "Why should I call?"

Da Huang said as a matter of course: "You were the one who discovered they ran away. We don't know the specific situation, so you have to tell Young Master Jie."

"……"

Brother Mao looked at Da Huang speechlessly. He didn't want to call because he knew very well that making this call would definitely result in a scolding.

But Da Huang's words left him unable to refute. In the end, he could only take the mobile phone and hesitantly press the number.

Soon, heavy panting and a woman's seductive cries came through the receiver.

"Fuck, who is it?"

Brother Mao's throat rolled: "Young Master Jie, this is Xiao Mao."

Fan Jie said impatiently: "What is it? Speak quickly. Didn't you hear I'm busy?"

Brother Mao bit the bullet and said: "The people we were watching have run away."

"Run away..." Fan Jie said half a sentence casually, then let out a roar: "What did you say? They ran away?"

Brother Mao said in fear: "They ran away, probably last night."

"Huff, huff!"

Heavier panting came from the receiver. A layer of fine sweat broke out on Brother Mao's forehead. With the heavy panting inside, his heart pounded heavily.

Fan Jie suppressed the anger in his heart: "Where did they go? Do you know?"

"I... I don't know." Brother Mao replied with a trembling voice. He could feel the anger Fan Jie was suppressing.

"Trash!" Fan Jie let out another roar, followed by a busy signal from the receiver.

Brother Mao's face was a bit pale, and Huang Mao and the others were no better off.

"What... what do we do?" Da Zui swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Huang Mao asked cautiously: "How about we go out and hide for a few days, and when Young Master Jie cools down, we come back?"

"Do you want to die?" Brother Mao cursed: "If we go back now, Young Master Jie will at most beat us up to vent his anger. If we dare to run, call home in advance and prepare to collect our corpses."

"Then... go back now?" Da Zui asked.

"Go back." Brother Mao gritted his teeth and got into the car.

Inside a three-story villa, Fan Jie threw the mobile phone in his hand in anger, smashing it heavily against the wall.

With a *snap*, the back cover and battery flew out, but the rest of it was miraculously undamaged.

Immediately after, Fan Jie grabbed a stool nearby and smashed it heavily against the vase next to him.

"Snap!"

The vase was smashed to pieces. A woman on the bed screamed in fear, clutching the quilt tightly to cover her body.

After venting for a while, Fan Jie grabbed the phone on the bedside table and called his older brother, Fan Yu.

Zhang You and the others suddenly disappearing, especially at this time, made him feel very uneasy.