Chapter 116

When we left the bar, I could see two familiar figures across the street.

Those two people were Yao Yirong and Silijing; after I pushed them out, they didn't leave but anxiously waited for us across the street.

Seeing me and Pangzi come out, Yao Yirong and Silijing anxiously ran over.

"Are you okay?" "With a thump, soft fragrance entered my embrace; the scent I smelled left me unable to react for a moment."

"I'm fine... I'm fine." Looking at Yao Yirong's red-rimmed eyes, a pang of pity rose in my heart, accompanied by waves of warm feeling.

She didn't leave; even at this dangerous moment, she didn't leave.

On the other side, Silijing nervously chased after Pangzi, asking him this and that; her concern was met with Pangzi's helpless, foolish hehe laugh.

"It's time to go... before the Northeastern Tiger changes his mind." Fan Wuchang held a cigarette, smiled involuntarily at the four of us, then shook his head, unable to deny it.

Yao Yirong's face flushed, and she quickly broke free from me.

Then, at that moment, a booming roar suddenly came from the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw several helicopters suddenly appearing in the dark night sky, their rotors whirring; judging by the formation, their destination seemed to be us.

"Ahao, something's wrong, quickly go call for help!" Fan Wuchang said solemnly to the henchman beside him.

Pangzi and I both felt our hearts tighten in unison; could it be that these helicopters are coming for us?

"Don't be scared, everyone; this helicopter was probably called by my brother," Yao Yirong said, her face flushed, her voice as faint as a mosquito.

Pangzi and I stared at each other, and Fan Wuchang's gaze hardened, his look at Yao Yirong changing.

"Who is your brother?" Fan Wuchang asked Yao Yirong in a low voice.

Yao Yirong, no longer her usual fiery self, lowered her head and spoke softly and delicately: "Yao Wenju."

When the title "Brother Wenju" was revealed by Yao Yirong, Fan Wuchang's solemn expression relaxed, and he exclaimed in realization: "So it's someone from the Yao family."

"Go tell your people that I've handled things here; they don't need to interfere." After Fan Wuchang said this to Yao Yirong, the helicopter lowered a long ladder.

Through the night, I faintly saw many people climbing down the helicopter's long ladder, and they all had weapons on their backs.

All along, I only knew the Yao family was wealthy and was the inheritance of the Plowshare Witch Sect. But seeing this, I realized I had constantly underestimated the Yao family's power.

A family capable of deploying helicopters is certainly not as simple as I imagined.

From the helicopter ran down a middle-aged man about forty or fifty, wearing a leather suit, his hair waxed and styled in a "god of gambling" cut.

Upon seeing Yao Yirong, he led a group of people running over anxiously.

Yao Yirong, standing beside me, also broke into a light run to meet them. What happened next, I only saw them speaking but couldn't hear what they said.

Not long after, Yao Yirong came back, running back with a dejected expression, she told us: "Uncle Fang told me to go with him first. My brother will be here soon… I have to go back."

"Ah, you're going back to Guangdong?"

"Of course not," Yao Yirong interrupted me, pursing her lips in a resentful tone: "You just want me to go back, don't you?"

She then told me that her family also has a house in Macau, and Uncle Fang is taking her back to her Macau home.

It's foreseeable that when a child gets into trouble outside, any parent won't be at ease and will rush to see the child, checking if there are any torn clothes or wounds.

Yao Wenju, as the older brother, naturally was no exception; the first thing after his sister's accident was naturally to bring her home to protect her.

Seeing the atmosphere around us grow increasingly awkward, Silijing and Pangzi looked at us with strange expressions; I quickly waved my hand and gave a forced smile, saying: "Alright, you go first; we'll meet again next time."

After saying that, I quickly broke into a light run, clumsily rushing to Fan Wuchang's back and getting into the car with him.

As for what happened afterward, I don't know what they talked about; only through the rear glass mirror did I see Pangzi and Silijing being lovey-dovey for a while, then Weixiong and Yao Yirong exchanged a few words. Afterwards, the four each waved and said goodbye, parting ways.

"Well you, when did you hook up with her?" After getting in the car, Weixiong gave me a weird laugh and shoved me with his elbow.

"No... really no, I swear, I'm absolutely innocent with her. Besides, I'm definitely not like some people who wrote a love letter full of misspellings." I shook my head like a rattle, denying it, while also teasing Weixiong.

After all, Weixiong had pursued Yao Yirong before and even written her a love letter. That letter was torn up by Yao Yirong in public, then read aloud loudly and thrown into the trash, humiliating Weixiong severely.

Therefore, I formed a bad impression of Yao Yirong from that time on. However, the her of back then and the her now have truly changed a lot.

"Alright, that's just childhood horseplay. Any bite left now?" Weixiong rolled his eyes at me, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

He lit one for himself, then promptly passed another to Fan Wuchang in the front seat.

"Big brother, hello, I'm Weixiong; if you're happy, you can call me Xiao Xiong." Weixiong helped light Fan Wuchang's cigarette, his attitude very respectful.

Few people can make Weixiong willingly call them big brother; those he does call out to are because he admires their righteousness.

Obviously, Fan Wuchang possesses this quality, being able to stab himself in the back for us, whom he's only just met. A person lacking righteousness could never do that.

"Fan... Fan Wuchang!" Fan Wuchang hesitated and paused when introducing himself.

"Um, Wuchang, Black and White Wuchang, Big Brother Chang, your name is really... unexpected." Weixiong originally wanted to say "unconventional," but realizing it wasn't appropriate, he quickly changed it to "unexpected."

"Ah, Brother Wuchang, is Wuchang really your real name?" I asked, holding a cigarette, curious. Normally I wouldn't dare ask such a question, but after we've all experienced this together, our relationship has grown much closer in an intangible way.

"No," Fan Wuchang's stingy-with-words nature remained unchanged, his tone still flat and cold.

"Um... then what's your real name?" Pangzi also couldn't help but be curious, interjecting with a question.

"My real name..." Fan Wuchang paused, seeming to hesitate, then continued: "Fan Tai Xian."

"What, Fan... Tai Xian, why did your dad give you this name!" Pangzi froze for a moment, then his face slightly twisted.

If the name Fan Wuchang already seems somewhat unconventional, then the name Fan Tai Xian must be said to be downright strange.

"Because..." he trailed off, and Fan Wuchang became hesitant again.

"Because what? Come on, say it!" Pangzi urged him on, reckless of consequences.

In my hometown, there's a custom: when a child is born, the father prepares two names, one male and one female. If it's a boy, he prepares the male name in advance; if it's a girl, he prepares the female name. Upon seeing the child for the first time, the father must incorporate the child's name into his spoken words.

What's wrong with your dad? Could it be that he had already prepared the name Fan Tai Xian for you beforehand!

"No... When I was born, my dad was eating lap cheong rice; just as the midwife held me out, he slapped his thigh and said: 'Rice (Fan) too salty, overly salty.'"

"So..." Pangzi's brain cramped, temporarily unable to figure out the relation.

"So the first thing my dad said became my name." Fan Wuchang's face turned somewhat dark, showing signs of wanting to explode.

"Hahaha..." Pangzi laughed hysterically, clutching his belly: "Thank goodness that when you were born, your dad didn't see a hen jump onto a banana tree by the door... otherwise, you'd have been called..."

After saying that, Pangzi still naively looked at Fan Wuchang, very curiously asking: "By the way, does your doorstep have a banana tree? Did that hen jump up onto it?"

Pfft, I could no longer bear Pangzi's naivety. Holding my stomach, head down, I desperately suppressed the laughter about to burst out. Wei Xiong's composure was better; he forced himself not to laugh out loud. But his twisted expression and heaving shoulders fully showed that Wei Xiong was enduring great hardship, extremely hard.

Even Ahao, who was driving, almost couldn't hold the steering wheel; if it weren't for the timely brake, he would have almost hit the utility pole beside him.

Fan Wuchang gave Ahao a cold stare, frightening him into immediately shutting his mouth, pretending nothing had happened, and concentrating on driving.

Then, Fan Wuchang slowly took a puff of a cigarette and calmly asked us, 'Do you guys like hearing horror stories?'

'Of course, no matter how scary the story, it can't scare me! Grandpa is a Daoist,' Pangzi said with widening eyes, his talent for telling lies growing ever better; when he bragged, his face didn't flush and his heart didn't race.

'Then let me tell you one; this story is very short, but after you hear it you will definitely find it terrifying!' Fan Wuchang took a puff of a cigarette and calmly said.

'Alright, go ahead, I'm listening; I definitely won't be scared.'

Under everyone's gaze, Fan Wuchang slowly moved his lips.

'Once upon a time, there was a person who made fun of my name; later…… he died.'

Me: ……

Pangzi: ……

Wei Xiong: "……"

Although this story is short, it is indeed concise and chilling...