Chapter 394: Heaven, you must bless him to be free of illness and disaster

Li Ye watched Old Song being extremely excited, and even if he guessed, he could guess that the tall old guy was his enemy.

Old Song had said he had two enemies: one was Colonel Nakamura, and the other was Prince Beile, Qiming. Nakamura Kenshu was Fusang, and had no big relationship with Guan Cihui. Then this old guy was naturally that Prince Beile!

Guan Cihui stood firmly on the mainland side of Zhongyingjie, separated by a distance of more than ten meters, looking calmly at the Prince Beile opposite.

Both of their postures were very straight, their gazes were very clear, and their momentum was very sufficient, just like two swordsmen using this silent way to make the other feel guilty and reveal flaws.

After a long time, Prince Beile suddenly smiled and made the first move.

He walked forward two steps, stood on the center line of the small street, and said with a smile: "Guan Da, how have you been all these years?"

Guan Cihui's eyes stagnated, and he nodded stiffly: "Thanks to your blessing, I didn't starve to death."

"Oh, that's good." Prince Beile said lightly: "You being able to come from the capital to Guangdong Province to see me can be considered as still valuing 'righteousness'."

"You can still call me 'Ye' when we meet, which means we still have feelings. Since you have feelings and righteousness, of course I can't treat you unfairly. You know my character, so next... you know what you should do, right?"

Guan Cihui shook his head slowly: "The times have changed, I have changed, Ye... you also need to change."

Prince Beile curled his lips and smiled playfully.

"Then tell me, how should I change? Should I turn into a toad for you to laugh at? Or turn into a tiger and eat you in one bite?"

Guan Cihui's pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately recalled many past events.

The smiling old thing in front of him had once been more terrifying than a tiger.

A tiger would eventually be full! But this old thing's appetite was like a bottomless pit, eating people without even leaving the bone dregs.

What to do? Throw everything in his pockets out and feed the tiger?

Just when Guan Cihui was feeling uneasy, a management staff member saw Prince Beile standing on the center line.

Although Zhongyingjie was very narrow, it was divided by a center line. According to regulations, one could not cross it at will. Ordinary people would run across quickly when the management staff wasn't paying attention, and they would turn a blind eye, but you were standing on the center line chatting, did you think people were blind?

So the staff member immediately scolded sternly: "That old comrade, take a step back, don't get close to the center line."

Prince Beile was stunned and a bit angry, but he still retreated a few steps, then said to Guan Cihui: "Guan Da, come over and let's talk about it in detail."

An invisible center line played a magical role.

Guan Cihui, who was still a bit fearful just now, suddenly had courage at this moment.

He shook his head slowly: "No need, I'll say two words and leave. Hao Tongtong these years, my brothers have suffered so much for that batch of things, there must be an explanation."

Prince Beile narrowed his eyes, stared at Guan Cihui for ten seconds, and nodded slowly: "Okay, I'll give you an explanation."

Guan Cihui immediately said: "That's good. We have every single piece of the things. It's easy for you to ship goods in Hong Kong. We... split the account fifty-fifty."

"Heh."

Prince Beile laughed and said coldly: "You really dare to open your mouth to split the account fifty-fifty with your master. Do you believe I'll kill you?"

Guan Cihui stared at Prince Beile's gaze and shook his head slowly and firmly: "You don't even dare to come to the capital now, and in the future... you'll dare even less."

Prince Beile restrained his smile and said lightly: "Then do you believe I'll send a report letter to have you thrown into prison and the goods into a museum?"

"Pfft."

Guan Cihui laughed, laughed several times, and then said: "Ye, stop joking. A fallen family is a fallen family, why are you still putting on airs to scare people?"

Prince Beile stared closely at Guan Cihui, as if wanting to see into his heart through his eyes.

Guan Cihui was indeed still a bit afraid of him, but... it was only a little bit.

Hey, the tree falls and the monkeys scatter, a fallen family, heh.

Prince Beile smiled coldly, suddenly turned around and left, catching Guan Cihui off guard, making the heart that had just settled suddenly hang up again.

Guan Cihui instinctively wanted to chase after him, but looking at the old guy who was walking like flying, he suddenly turned cowardly again.

Once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of the well rope. Prince Beile, Qiming, how could he be just a poisonous snake?

Guan Cihui turned cowardly, but Old Song didn't.

He saw Prince Beile walking towards the gate in the direction of Hong Kong, and immediately spread his legs and chased over there.

By this time, he couldn't hide the fact that he was a cripple.

In the rolling crowd, a cripple turned left and dodged right, pushing aside the pedestrians who were blocking his way, giving people the feeling of an agile monkey chasing the flat peach that belonged to him.

But the gaze of this monkey was filled with baleful energy, and its face was full of ferocity.

Closer, even closer. Old Song's blood-red eyes could already clearly see Prince Beile's back of the head.

The iron balls in his hand had long been divided into two, one in each hand, gathering enough strength to be thrown out at any moment.

Because entering Zhongyingjie required passing a card, Old Song could only bring these two things. Otherwise, he would definitely have gotten a five-shot gun and "bang bang bang bang bang" shot the old thing in front of him into a sieve.

"Die!"

Old Song finally caught the opportunity, raised his hand and was about to throw the iron balls in his hand.

But the two figures that suddenly appeared in front of him blocked his line of sight.

Two management staff members with vigilant faces grabbed Old Song's arms, one with each hand, and scolded sternly: "Where are you going? Take out your introduction letter... be honest, accept the inspection!!!"

Old Song was stunned for a moment, exerting force all over his body to break free from the restraint, but the next moment, he found that the small electric baton in the hand of a management staff member had already pressed against his waist.

Hmm, as long as they pressed it again, Old Song would have to lie on the ground twitching all over, foaming at the mouth like an epilepsy patient.

"I..."

Old Song was crying without tears, opening his mouth but unable to speak.

But the two management staff members saw Old Song's appearance and became even more suspicious, grabbing him and wanting to go to the management office.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry to the two big brothers. This is our fellow villager. He just discovered a scammer. Last time, that scammer cheated him out of 160 yuan..."

Li Ye couldn't hide anymore and had to stand out to help Old Song out of the siege.

"Cheated out of 160 yuan? How could there be scammers here? Look at where he ran off to? Go, go, go, go over there and explain it clearly to us."

They were relentless, and Old Song finally came back to his senses in time.

"No, no, no, this is my nephew. He heard me making up lies... and actually believed it. These two big brothers, let's step aside and talk."

A moment later, Old Song walked back to Li Ye's side with his head lowered.

Li Ye gave a light hum, pinched Old Song's arm and dragged him to a corner, using five or six parts of strength in his hand, estimating that it would pinch a "bruise for a week" injury.

When they reached a place with few people, Li Ye asked coldly: "Tell me! What were you doing just now? You have quite some ability, daring to kill someone on the street in our territory? Are you not afraid of the 'Strike Hard' campaign with your old bones?"

"Are you a mute? There are plenty of opportunities, do you have to take action in such a strictly managed place?"

Li Ye asked questions one after another, but Lao Song kept his head lowered, completely unlike the glib, slick old hand he used to be; he was on par with that silent blockhead Wei Jiaxian.

Now Li Ye couldn't ask anymore. After all, it was a grudge of decades; asking more would be stabbing the heart.

But Li Ye didn't ask, and Old Song suddenly laughed out loud.

"Hahahahaha~ Hahahaha~"

Li Ye looked at Old Song laughing loudly, even laughing out tears and snot, not knowing if he was truly happy or truly sad.

But Li Ye was very sure that there was a fire in Old Song's heart that had begun to burn uncontrollably.

Perhaps if those two management staff hadn't stopped him just now, he could have dragged that Prince Beile today and burned to death together happily.

"I saw him, I saw him, Heaven opened its eyes... that beast isn't dead yet, he isn't dead yet... Hahahahaha."

"Hahahahaha, he isn't dead yet, Heaven, you must bless him, bless him to be free of illness and disaster, don't let him die early, must wait for me, wahahahahaha."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 395 =====