Chapter 60: A Fatty Isn’t Necessarily Simple

Chapter 60: A Fatty Isn’t Necessarily Simple

Ou Junlang was furious.

He had been taught by his elders his whole life to be low-key and humble, not to act like he owned the world just because his family had some wealth.

So although Ou Junlang was usually a troublemaker and a bit of a clown, he was still quite well-mannered.

For him to start cussing like this meant his anger was out of control.

The man who opened the door was definitely not ordinary; he was probably a criminal with a long record.

Hearing Ou Junlang’s angry cursing, he didn’t care at all. Instead, he pulled out a gleaming dagger like magic and pointed it at Ou Junlang’s face.

“So, who are you anyway? What’s the matter, you fat pig? Can’t bear to see Chen Feng alone with a broken hand and want to join him? With all that meat on you, losing a couple of pieces shouldn’t be a big deal, right?”

Ou Junlang immediately shut up.

He understood now.

This guy was a reckless idiot who had no idea who he was.

This person also had no clue whose MAGOTAN this was.

Earlier, he called Uncle Long a ride-share driver, which meant he completely mistook this car for a ride-share vehicle and saw both him and Uncle Long as random nobodies.

A tough guy fears a reckless one, a reckless one fears the desperate, but the scariest are the foolish idiots who go for the kill without even understanding the situation.

Back in the day, the famous young conqueror Sun Ce of Jiangdong died at the hands of street thugs.

Ou Junlang didn’t want to personally recreate that “inspiring tale” from a thousand years ago.

Seeing that he had successfully intimidated the ungrateful fatty, the man grinned grotesquely. He turned his head and ordered behind him, “Two of you, drag this fatty down and beat him up. Beat him until his face is another round wider.”

The moment he turned his head, Chen Feng prepared to move.

But Chen Feng saw Uncle Long make a gesture and stopped his own risky move.

It was under control.

“Fat pig, you ready? We’re going to… uh…”

After giving orders to his lackeys, the man turned back to threaten him, but his arrogant, mocking tone suddenly cut off.

Because a cold, black barrel was pressed right against his forehead.

Uncle Long had pulled out his gun.

Actually, he could have just shot this guy directly, but Uncle Long thought it best to keep him alive to avoid giving Zhou A room to argue later.

An overwhelming sense of extreme danger washed over the man, making him decide instantly.

He frantically reminded himself to stay calm, not to gamble on whether the gun was real or not.

Because he only had one life to lose, and he couldn’t afford to bet it.

“Second Ring Bully? That’s what I’ll call you for now. In the spirit of reciprocity, let me introduce myself. I am Long Jun, Deputy General Manager of Tianlang Security Co., Ltd., a subsidiary of Ouhe Group, and also the driver and personal bodyguard of Young Master Ou Junlang, the young heir of Ouhe Group. Yes, that’s the fat pig you were talking about. Friend, now do you know whose car you hit and who you’re talking to?”

Silence.

A long silence.

Apart from the painful groan of the car engine, the roadside of East Hanzhou Road at night was dead quiet.

Not just the Second Ring Bully; even the two accomplices in front of the car who were about to grab someone froze in place.

One of them held a flashlight, clearly illuminating the scene inside the car.

These two bystanders saw things clearly and were even more shocked.

The dark metallic gleam was unmistakable; this was the real deal!

Seeing that Uncle Long had the situation under control, Chen Feng felt reassured.

Uncle Long handled the intimidation, while Chen Feng handled the rescue.

He quickly opened the car door, got out, and helped Ou Junlang out.

Young Master Ou’s pale face was covered in bruises, and blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth.

But he seemed to be in good spirits.

He sprang up instantly, rushed to the other side, and delivered a flurry of punches and kicks to the arrogantly bold “Second Ring Bully.”

The man’s screams were heart-wrenching. It was unclear whether Ou Junlang was hitting too hard or if he was just trying to look pitiful.

The two accomplices watching nearby couldn’t bear it, but Uncle Long, holding a phone in one hand and the black gun in the other, kept a close watch, making them afraid to move.

In the end, it was Chen Feng who stopped Ou Junlang. “That’s enough. Are you really going to kill him?”

Ou Junlang bent over, hands on his knees, panting heavily. “It’s fine. This guy crashed into my car, clearly trying to kill me. Even if I really killed him, it wouldn’t be a big deal. We could just dig a hole and bury him here. My dad will cover for me. Uncle Long, give me the gun. I’ll give him a quick end.”

The bully lying on the ground pretending to be dead shuddered violently and scrambled up, begging for mercy repeatedly.

Long Jun didn’t hand the gun to Ou Junlang. Instead, he said, “Young master, it’s better if you don’t do it yourself. Let’s wait for others to arrive. Having someone else handle it will make things simpler.”

Only then did Ou Junlang calm down. He crossed his arms and said coldly, “Fine.”

Seeing his fate being sealed with just a few words, the fool on the ground couldn’t stay calm. He hurriedly said, “No, big brother, please don’t. Shouldn’t you interrogate me first? Ask me who sent me?”

Ou Junlang retorted in surprise, “Aren’t you assassins supposed to be tough and unyielding? You dared to crash my car into a ditch, dared to try to kill me. Didn’t you prepare yourself for this beforehand? Why should I waste my time?”

“No! Bro, believe me, things aren’t what you think at all. You saw I came here for Chen Feng; it had nothing to do with you. I… this… damn it… I’m not an assassin at all! I can’t handle this kind of big business! It’s that bastard Zhou A! He gave me five hundred thousand to ambush this guy named Chen Feng at the entrance of Caiwei Cottage. I said I’d cut his tendons, but that was just to scare him! It’s not that serious!”

Ou Junlang leaned down, bringing his chubby face close. “Five hundred thousand? Just to scare him? Are you kidding me? Do you know who Chen Feng is? He’s my Master!”

“Ah… Bro, I really didn’t know! If I had known about Mr. Chen’s relationship with you, I wouldn’t have dared even if you gave me ten thousand times the courage.”

Ou Junlang shook his head. “No, you would.”

“Huh?”

“If you want to live, listen to my orders. The person you were targeting today wasn’t Chen Feng; it was me. Zhou A ordered you to attack me. It has nothing to do with my Master. Understand?”

“Huh?”

“Huh what? If what you say later differs even slightly from what I just said, you’re dead. Uncle Long, think of a way to set our car on fire and burn it. This piece of junk, tsk tsk. If I had taken the Bentley today, this mess wouldn’t have happened.”

Chen Feng heard all this clearly.

He guessed what Ou Junlang was planning and felt slightly touched inside.

The fatty was planning to shoulder the entire incident for him.

By all logic, the two had just met today. Fatty Ou didn’t have to go this far, but he did it anyway.

People say fat people look honest. Ou Junlang looked honest too, but this series of actions perfectly revealed the fact that he was born into an extremely wealthy family.

He was not an easy person to deal with.

Not long after, maybe less than ten minutes later, the car that Long Jun had just set on fire was still blazing fiercely. A long line of dark vehicles arrived by the roadside, blocking all the passing onlookers who were trying to stop and watch.

The Ou family had sent people.

Chen Feng didn’t meet Ou Junlang’s father. The first group to arrive wasn’t the legendary business magnate but security personnel transferred from nearby companies under Ouhe Group.

Ou Junlang arranged a business car to take Chen Feng home and ordered people to keep watch downstairs at the Weston apartment complex for the night.

When they parted, Ou Junlang grinned foolishly at Chen Feng and said, “Master, go home and get a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow morning, I’ll clear the skies for you.”

Early the next morning, Chen Feng got the result.

Ou Junlang called him, his voice sounding a bit tired, but he had handled things cleanly.

After hearing the outcome described by Ou Junlang, Chen Feng secretly clicked his tongue in amazement. He hadn’t expected that because of a small person like him, such huge waves would be stirred up in Hanzhou City.