Chapter 51: Hit the Small One Later
Yu Deng nodded slowly, then took a timid peek at Zhou Yuejun.
“It was red. I thought it was a drink, so I took a sip, but it wasn’t good.”
“I also ate fruit fermented rice; the fermented rice was so delicious!”
When it came to food, Yu Deng was quite talkative, like a little lark. His moving philtrum was as red as a berry, even more full and moist.
It made one want to bite him and then suck the sweetness from within.
Zhou Yuejun didn’t blame him; on the contrary, he was doting. “Iāll brew some for you when we get back.”
Suddenly, Zhou Yuejun paused for a moment. His brow arch was deep, and his dark gaze fell on the fine sweat at Yu Dengās temples.
Immediately, he spoke solemnly: “Next year, weāll buy a carāa small car.”
“Buy a small car?”
Yu Deng was so shocked he was dazed, finding it hard to believe.
With Zhou Yuejunās current savings, it was likely not even enough to buy a single wheel.
Yet Yu Deng felt his career was in full swing.
At least Zhou Yuejun was being proactive now. With a few hundred yuan in his pocket, he dared to guarantee him that he would buy a car worth hundreds of thousands in the future.
Zhou Yuejun wiped the sweat from Yu Dengās temple with a tissue. If he could, he would have preferred to kiss him there. “Mhm, buy a small car. Iāll definitely buy one.”
Yu Deng didn’t discourage him either. Instead, he took the encouraging route, hugging the manās arm and swaying it gently, his eyes full of spring-like yearning and expectation.
“Alright, then you have to find opportunities to earn more money!”
A small, vain villaināit was easy as pie.
Yu Deng was sitting in the back. Because it was a bit late and he had also had a small drink, he couldn’t hold his alcohol well.
Listening to the rumbling sound, he didn’t feel tired for a moment; instead, he felt drowsy. His body slumped, and he curled up on his side inside the tricycle.
He was small, and the tricycle was just big enough for him to lie down.
When the vehicle stopped at the road, Yu Deng also woke up. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and let out a yawn.
He got out with the small cake box, already unable to wait to go back and enjoy the electric fan.
“Hurry, hurry! Letās run home. Iām sleepy and want to sleep.”
Yu Deng pulled at Zhou Yuejunās clothes. After taking only a few steps, his wrist was firmly caught by Zhou Yuejun, who pulled him sharply into his embrace.
The two bodies collided; the one to lose out was naturally Yu Deng.
Zhou Yuejunās body was as hard as iron, while Yu Deng was a ball of cotton.
His arm went numb, and his wrist felt as if it had been hit against a bone. He was just about to curse from the pain when he saw several dark figures pressing in around them.
The border town was remote. Unlike the downtown city area, there were no streetlights; only the family on the third floor hadn’t slept yet.
The orange-yellow light shining from the window, amidst the shadows, allowed Zhou Yuejun to clearly see Hu Wei.
Hu Wei was that troublemaker whom Zhou Yuejun had fired.
Hu Wei brought six or seven hoodlums. They held sticks, and their clothes were pulled up to reveal fatty belliesāthey looked delinquent and greasy, making one feel disgusted.
Zhou Yuejun lowered his voice, comforting the trembling and cowering Yu Deng: “Don’t be afraid. Run home in a bit; Iāll block them. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
The other side was numerous and came with ill intent, yet Yu Deng had an inherent trust in Zhou Yuejun.
Yu Deng was trembling with fear, but Zhou Yuejun loosened his grip.
Hu Wei rubbed his belly, his face full of a lewd smile as he tilted his head.
“If you were staying at the construction site, I really wouldn’t have any way to deal with you. But who told you that you knew how to enjoy yourself?”
“And you have a ‘brother.'”
“Hit that small one for me laterābeat him to death!”
Yu Deng: “!!!”
[System 107: Don’t worry. Your mission progress is very smooth right now; there is no danger to your life.]
Yu Deng: It seems… Iām not very reassured.
With such thick sticks, how much would it hurt to be hit?
107 was still comforting its miserable host: [Itās fine. The protagonist already said he would cover your escape.]
[You just run later. Don’t worry about the protagonist; abandoning him to save your own life is exactly in line with yourāwith ‘Yu Deng’s’ nature.]
The people holding the sticks surrounded them. After Zhou Yuejun dodged, the cake in his hand was accurately smashed onto someoneās face.
The cream smeared all over the personās face. The man feared it might be a chemical substance like sulfuric acid and hurriedly wiped it away in shock.
The sudden arrival of the unknown substance truly frightened the group for a few seconds.
Zhou Yuejun took this opportunity to clear a path for Yu Deng to run: “Go home!”
Yu Deng didn’t have time to think. He didn’t care whether those sticksāwhich were thicker than his armsāwould hit him; he took off, using every bit of strength he had to run.
However, his direction wasn’t toward the pitch-black stairwell.
107 was also anxious and began to wail at the top of its voice: [What are you doing? You’re running in the wrong direction?!]
Yu Deng ran toward the curb of the road, his legs pedaling extremely fast, not daring to slacken in the slightest.
The whistling wind poured into his ears, and his heart pounded like a drumāhe was full of anxiety.
What was the point of him running home? He didn’t even have a phone to report it to the police.
If he went home, he could only stand on the balcony and watch Zhou Yuejun being beaten. Once Zhou Yuejun was beaten half to death, he would surely still have to find someone to take him to the hospital.
Simply put, he went directly to find people.
When Yu Deng dashed to the dance hall, he didn’t dare to look back at all.
He charged forward blindly and happened to run into Ceng Hui, who was patrolling the lobby on the first floor.
Accompanying the dynamic beat, the people on the dance floor were dancing to their hearts’ content. The multicolored lights were also dazzling, and the scents of smoke and alcohol blended together, making oneās eyes sting.
Plus, Yu Deng had just run and developed “wind-blown tears,” so his eyes were already seeping with moisture.
Yu Deng recklessly squeezed through people. He didn’t even have time to be scolded; he ran directly to Ceng Hui.
He had only seen Ceng Hui once and didn’t know how his relationship with Zhou Yuejun was, but he could only treat a dead horse like a live one.
Otherwise, he could only call the police and wait slowly for people to arrive.
Yu Dengās hand grabbed Ceng Hui: “Zhou Yuejunā”
Ceng Hui, who was caught by someone, thought it was some enemy, but that soft voice that made oneās ears hot didn’t seem like it.
He turned around; it was a boy who was much shorter.
Yu Deng had run out of breath; he couldn’t catch his breath. After panting heavily, he didn’t want to waste a second: “Zhou Yuejun is being beaten!”
“Quickly go and help him!”
Yu Deng was nearly crying from anxiety, his eyes shimmering with hot, moist mist.
Ceng Hui knit his brows and hurriedly instructed the people beside him: “You take two people and go first. I’ll go and tell Meng-ge.”
Out of loyalty, Xie Meng would agree, but leaving one’s post without permission was also against the rules.
Yu Deng already had help, so he quickly led them back. But he was physically exhausted and his head was dizzy. When his leg cramped, he fell forward.
To avoid falling on his face, Yu Deng hurriedly protected his face.
With a “kuang” sound, burning pain came from Yu Dengās palms and knees.
He was already tired, and with this fall, he nearly couldn’t get up. He wished he could just throw a tantrum on the floor and wait for Zhou Yuejun to come and pick him up.
But Zhou Yuejun wasn’t there.
When Yu Deng was half-kneeling on the floor, there was a force at his back collar that lifted him up.
“Iāll go over first; you take your time.”
Ceng Hui paused after saying this, seemingly thinking about whether Yu Deng needed his rescue more than Zhou Yuejun did.
Once Ceng Hui ran away, Yu Deng didn’t even have time to cry out from the pain, following him with a limp.
