Chapter 70: Reborn 1987 Chapter 70: Former Rivals Are Also Former Friends

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Protagonist:

Jiang Wenyu

This kick wasn't light; the dirty young man was sent sprawling to the ground, yet even so he still had no intention of letting go of that wine bottle.

"Fuck your mother, you really are a tough nut to crack?" The fat man held nothing back either, flying a kick straight at his stomach!

"Boss, Boss!" The two followers at his side finally managed to pull him back, one persuading, "Boss, forget it, let's just take the wine and go; if we break something it'll be trouble."

These two followers weren't very bold, and right now they kept on urging him.

"What's wrong with that? This punk comes to freeload food and drink every day and never pays; what can happen if I beat him a few times?!" The fat man was plenty bold, not only ignoring the advice but growing more furious, shaking off the two and raising his foot.

Right at that instant, the man on the ground opened his eyes; in that gaze full of turbidity, only that persistence made one's heart tremble.

Because of this, the fat man's movement paused slightly, and just then a voice suddenly came from the alley entrance behind them.

"What are you doing?"

It was a heavy man's voice; the three people's bodies instantly shuddered — they thought it was the beat cop arriving — so they all turned around.

But when they saw who it was they breathed a sigh of relief; it wasn't a beat cop, but a man of about twenty-four or twenty-five, his expression serious and earnest under the streetlamp, staring fixedly at them and the young man on the ground.

The fat man looked slightly displeased and said, "I'm telling you, don't meddle! This kid ate and drank for free at my restaurant; today I'm just teaching him a lesson!"

The man at the alley mouth walked right over, but was directly blocked by the fat man and his two companions; the man's expression remained serious as he said in a deep voice, "No payment and you beat people? I see no difference between your restaurant and a black shop!"

The fat boss snapped angrily, "What bullshit are you spouting! Who the hell are you, is it any of your business?"

The man stepped a few steps closer, gazed at the person fallen over there, took a deep breath, and finally said blandly, "How much money."

The fat boss froze, a bit baffled, and asked, "What?"

The man's voice finally rose a few degrees: "I'm asking how much he ate and drank for free at your restaurant in total; I'll pay for him!"

The fat boss finally reacted, glanced back at the dirty young man on the ground, and after a moment his tone softened somewhat: "Three hundred twenty total, plus that bottle of wine in his hand — altogether four hundred thirty."

Obviously that bottle of wine wasn't cheap, but the man didn't hesitate at all; he fished out an ordinary wallet from his pocket, took out the money, and handed it straight to the fat boss.

The latter counted the money, then nodded to the two men beside him; afterward they didn't say anything more and quickly skirted past the man — though before leaving the fat boss still shouted resentfully.

"I'm warning you, if you dare come next time I'm calling the cops directly!"

The three left the alley at once; only after watching all three leave did the man silently walk forward, crouch down, look at the young dirty man, his brows twitching, and ask worriedly, "Are you okay?"

This young man's face was bruised and swollen; he lifted his head and stared at the person before him carefully, vigilantly, and then suddenly sprang up, darted past the man, and fled — still clutching that wine bottle tightly as he ran.

"Sigh…" The man stood up and let out a heavy sigh.

"Looking like this, not much different from me back when I was addicted to drink."

Jiang Wenyu couldn't help recalling past events; shaking his head with a bitter smile, his eyes also held some sorrow and loneliness.

He took a deep breath and immediately walked out, picked a direction, and strode off quickly.

Passing through one narrow street after another, the people here gradually thinned out and it grew relatively quiet; even the streetlamps began to disappear one by one — clearly an old district yet to be developed.

Only such a messy place also has some special "residents."

The thick, pungent smell Jiang Wenyu didn't mind at all; he continued weaving through it.

Right now the time was around ten in the evening; he and Chen Lan had already switched to a more secure residence in the afternoon, and he had taken advantage of the night to come out and handle some matters.