Chapter 005: The Little Overlord, Endless Joy

I will settle the accounts with you later

Moreover, as part of a contracting project, even if one is not involved in organized crime, it is common to be somewhat tainted by it. After all, a contracting project cannot simply commence after a written agreement is made. It is essential to politely persuade those stubborn residents to leave smoothly. Therefore, I have also employed a few strong and bold young men, who are publicly declared as security personnel, but everyone knows what their true role is. It is essential to politely persuade those stubborn residents to leave smoothly. Therefore, I have also employed a few strong and bold young men, who are publicly declared as security personnel, but everyone knows what their true role is.

I am shocked

The words of Third Master are indeed quite impactful. If they were directed at an ordinary girl, as long as she is not a shameless person, she would likely turn and walk away. However, Aying has grown up following Third Master closely and is well aware of his character. Therefore, even after he uttered such words that go against the natural order, she was still able to remain composed and casually flicked her hair.

After finishing his words, Third Master suddenly laughed, thinking to himself, "You two really resemble a pair of close relatives, using the same tactics."

But San Ye clearly has no backing. Who has ever seen a young nobleman dressed in such a beggar's outfit wandering around? Does he really think he is incognito? As for taking action, it is evident that there is no room left for that now

Then, things unfolded quite naturally. About fourteen or fifteen high school delinquents surged forward to beat up Wang Sanye. However, many times, they did not even realize what was happening before they found themselves lying on the ground, followed immediately by a kick to their chests

Old Master Wang let out a sound, clicking his tongue, and then turned to look at Aying: "Look at them, this is called being polite, you should learn from them"

I have apologized to you; now that you have hit my son, shouldn't you also express something in return

I miss you ... ... I miss you. ... ... ... I miss you ...

There is no need for further discussion; I still have to rush back to look for a job and have no interest in listening to your nonsense

At that moment, Brother Hua was utterly devastated. He lunged at Wang Jian like a madman, attempting to strangle this pervert who was flirting with his goddess. Yet, no matter how he struggled, he could not land a single blow on San Ye, and the distance between them hardly changed at all

Who hit you, take me there

Aying saw the ghostly face of Third Master and immediately laughed heartily without any trace of ladylike demeanor, then pointed at Third Master and bounced around, saying, "Third Brother, Third Brother, don't tease him anymore, I want you..."

Amidst the backdrop of crying, the atmosphere between Wang San'er and that "Hua Ge" began to appear strange. San Ge's nonchalance contrasted sharply with "Hua Ge"'s seething anger, causing "Hua Ge"'s fragile self-esteem to suddenly sway like it had been struck by a typhoon.

Let go, Aying is my sister

That is the goddess! The goddess who is yearned for day and night! The goddess whose face can only be imagined with closed eyes while indulging in fantasies! Therefore, the boy, now blinded by anger, pays no heed to the sudden appearance of a lunatic and the relationship with the goddess; even if it were his own father, he demands an explanation for his heartfelt intentions today

Before long, a small van arrived in front of him, coming to a steady stop. Immediately, a group of people jumped out, each with a fierce look in their eyes. Their overbearing demeanor clearly indicated that they had not been shy about exerting their power in this small place.

Oh dear, look at what you've done, you've really gotten me into trouble

I have a ready-made wife, a ready-made one! She can both bear children and feed pigs, are you blind?

Wang San said: "Nonsense"

San Ye let out a sound and followed A Ying and the chubby girl as they walked towards their school. Along the way, A Ying continuously inquired about Wang Jian's well-being, sharing various stories from their adolescence, to the point where San Ye nearly dozed off.

Who is this Winter Melon? He is undoubtedly the most prominent figure in this small county. Although he is not exactly part of the underworld, having made his fortune through contracting, he can be considered a well-known character in this remote area where the mountains are high and the emperor is far away. Even the county magistrate has to show him some respect

The winter melon, wearing a feigned smile, pushed aside two burly men and stepped forward, sizing up Third Master. Although it felt like this fellow in front of him looked somewhat familiar, he could not recognize him at all in that moment.

The winter melon completely ignored A Ying, its eyes constantly darting around Wang San Ye. After a while, it became clear that although this person seemed familiar, the more it looked, the stranger he appeared. Thus, it promptly concluded that the Wang San in front of it was merely a face in the crowd, and so it decided to let go of its fists and feet, turning hostile with greater ease than flipping a book.

Third Master grinned: "I can't believe it..."

Child, I have told you not to be so irritable

At the command of Donggua, five or six robust "security guards" rushed towards Third Master, and one of them seemed to have a strong body odor, nearly causing Third Master to faint from the stench

"The further your thoughts go, the further you should roll away from me. I need to make money, marry a wife, build a few big tile-roofed houses, and raise a couple of pigs, and finally have a child. Tell me, what business do you have here?"

Originally, Third Master intended to resolve the misunderstanding, but the ever-disruptive Aying suddenly interjected with a remark, particularly the feigned sincerity laced with a sobbing tone, "I have called you about the child," which directly escalated the entire conflict.

He freed one hand to pat "Brother Hua" on the head, his gaze devoid of mockery or derision, only a look of helplessness. In contrast, this "Brother Hua" had a face covered in nosebleed, which, after staining the dark fuzz on his lips that was characteristic of adolescence, made his entire face appear particularly comical, reminiscent of Charlie Chaplin

When a person's self-esteem is severely undermined, they either become despondent or exhibit extreme madness. This "Hua Ge" is a typical example of a spoiled young master, likely from a family with some influence, accustomed to wielding power and authority. How could he tolerate a worthless person like Wang Jian, who is so arrogant? Therefore, he became furious on the spot, disregarding how much stronger Wang Jian's combat ability was than his own, and immediately grabbed Third Master by the collar.

After speaking, Third Master walked over to Aying, who was cheering with the meatball girl, with a fierce expression. He grabbed her ear and said, "You even dare to play with Third Brother now? You've gotten quite bold, haven't you"

Please return me to school

Upon hearing this, Aying couldn't hold back and burst into laughter, spraying saliva all over the face of the winter melon she loved more than half her head.

Then you must take me back, I miss you so much

Then the third brother took out a broken phone from his pocket, glanced at it, and let out a long "hmph": "It's almost 9 o'clock, let me go back to sleep!"

Third Master grunted, opened the cigarette pack, took out one stick, then returned the pack to the short fellow, adjusting his glasses as he did so: "Remember, kid. Associating with this group will lead you nowhere. It would be better to study hard and become a useful person like your brother in the future"

These three characters continuously churned in "Hua Ge"'s mind, and then a scene appeared in his head: a goddess and a seemingly destitute middle-aged man striking various poses on a shabby bed in a filthy little inn, and he could even faintly hear the creaking sound of that broken bed.

This statement sounds rather hollow. Those who have been in group fights know that there are usually two types of people who make such bold claims. One type is very confident, believing that the opponent will not dare to take action; the other type has a strong backing, knowing that if the opponent does take action, none will be able to escape.

Originally, one cannot really blame him for his irritable temperament. After all, in his view, this stage play is nearly a success. The hero mode has just been activated, and as the hero, he is about to explode with rage and rescue the long-admired goddess from a group of petty thugs. Then, just like in the dramas, he will grasp the goddess's delicate hand and dash to the riverside. Under the gentle gaze of the goddess, he will elegantly toss his smooth hair, and beneath the starry sky, with the posture of a savior and a face covered in blood, he will tell the goddess: I will always protect you.

At that moment, a loud quack erupted from the group of little rascals: "Charge!"

Although he spoke sweetly and offered apologies, his fierce demeanor immediately revealed his true nature. After that, he took out his phone with a gold trim and dialed a number, then spoke in a commanding tone: "Xiao Chen, I'm over here on Third Street; gather a few people to come over."

The third master, who ended the battle, approached the only short individual who had been crouching on the ground from the very beginning and dared not move forward. He patted the person's shoulder and extended his hand, saying: "Have one."

Aying snorted coldly: "Just wait and see."

Hey, kid, do you have any cigarettes

The subordinates beside him were also taken aback. Usually, "Brother Hua" was the one who enjoyed the most favorable position among this group. He was ruthless in dealing with others, and following him into fights often resulted in making opponents beg for mercy on their knees. Most of the people here followed him closely, seeking this thrill and contentedly playing the role of his underlings.

Not long after finishing speaking, two cars, one in front and the other behind, accelerated along the route taken by Wang Jian, displaying remarkable vigor. The few pedestrians on the road appeared even scarcer due to their presence. The roaring sound of the engines shattered the impending tranquility of the small county town

Hey, Third Brother. Are you looking for a job to earn money to support me

Thus, Third Master helplessly shook his head, took a step forward, and lazily extended his hand. However, in that very casual moment, before his arm even touched anyone, the little thug closest to him had already been grabbed by the chin and pulled closer. Then, with a "slap, slap," two resounding slaps followed.

Aying swatted away the hand of Third Master that was twisting her cheek, casting him a disdainful glance: "Clearly, it was you who caused the trouble, alright?"

Only one of the young men who attempted to sneak up on Third Master with a steel pipe was struck on the shoulder by a powerful elbow from Third Master. He was then thrown back a full four to five meters, sliding several meters on the ground and rolling over multiple times before finally coming to a stop, his face, hands, and body covered in bloodstains caused by the sand and stones on the ground.

This kick, while not heavy enough to injure the internal organs, is certainly not light; every person who is stepped on feels dizzy and struggles to breathe, lying on the ground for a long time without being able to get up, completely losing their ability to fight

Subsequently, five or six robust men jumped down from that van and surrounded Wang San. Finally, the father and son of Donggua emerged from the county's only luxurious Mercedes-Benz.

Alright, you all can go back now

"Three Brother! Are you listening to me?" Ayin Juan raised her eyebrows and said, "What kind of attitude is that?"

The short man was filled with fear, trembling as he took out a pack of unwrapped Hongta Mountain cigarettes worth seven yuan from his pocket. After struggling for a long time, he was unable to open the packaging due to his severe shaking. In the end, helpless and filled with dread, he could only hand the entire pack of cigarettes to Third Master.

About ten minutes after they left, a luxury car, the finest in the entire county, sped to the vacant lot where Wang Sanye had just fought. From the car emerged a short man, wearing four large gold rings, who was stout and round like a winter melon, with a face pockmarked and glistening with oil.

Looking at the situation before him, Third Master knew that today’s trouble was likely unavoidable. Aying was a natural troublemaker, a little sprite who caused chaos, and he had known this many years ago. Even if Third Master wanted to smooth things over, Aying would probably meddle and stir the waters.

Thus, San Ge didn't even acknowledge him; after casually greeting A Ying, he tossed the forty-five yuan onto the face of "Hua Ge and *Tu* Shu": "There’s still five yuan for the storage fee; I am a person of principles."

The short and stout man first helped his son up from the ground. Although he sternly reprimanded his son for getting into a fight, the fiery anger in his eyes had already reached a boiling point. Anyone could tell that this winter melon was truly furious today

Third Master released the nearly exhausted "Brother Hua," pointed at the smirking Aying beside him, then straightened his clothes, coughed into his fist, and said: "I advise you to hurry back, have a good rest, and not to come here looking for trouble."

Oh, fine

Oh dear... Third brother... Third brother... It hurts..." Aying pleaded pitifully, saying: "Please spare me, sir."

Get the hell out of here, or I will make sure you can't leave my territory

But today, that magnificent and wise Hua Ge has disappeared, replaced by a Hua who appears to be even more useless than a hairless child. His posture when hitting someone is inferior to that of a third grader, and it would be too embarrassing to speak of this.

Aying pouted her lips and looked at Third Brother with a pitiful expression: "You have been away for so many years and have only written me two letters. You are too ungrateful. Do you still remember your sister?"

Old Man San said this while rummaging through his pocket, and after a thorough search, he found a five-yuan banknote and handed it over casually. Then he broke into a smile and said: "This was originally the money your son used to buy my bicycle. I was supposed to give him change, but then I got greedy and wanted to charge him a storage fee, which was my mistake. This is the principal amount; please accept it. After you go back, spend it wisely, marry a wife, build a tile-roofed house, raise a few pigs, and then have a child."

The entire battle lasted less than a minute, and even those well-meaning individuals did not have the chance to come over and watch before it was already over

Brother San is the best, let's go, let's go... Let these people be here, anyway that guy's father will come to rescue him later, just ignore it

How wonderful this is! How wonderful this is!

Who is San Ge? He is a notorious troublemaker who has been causing havoc in the village since the age of six. By the age of sixteen, he could take on eight opponents at once and still come out on top! This individual has certainly weathered many storms; not to mention a few petty thugs, even the local police cannot do anything to San Ge.

Brother Hua sprayed a chive-flavored breath onto Third Master’s face, making the usually cleanliness-conscious Third Master feel quite uncomfortable. He slightly turned his head to look at Aying, making a face.

At this moment, Lord Wang San was listening with a look of impatience to the incessant ramblings of Aying, who was speaking nonsensical drivel. Although San Ye knew that this girl had behaved this way since childhood, it still made one feel extremely irritable to hear it now

In fact, this cannot be blamed on "Brother Hua"; after all, he is not an insider. No one can tell that Third Master is quietly neutralizing Brother Hua's strength. It seems that he is merely a rustic old man, caught by the collar and ready to be beaten at any moment. However, the rhythm of his waist movements is exactly the same as the force exerted by "Brother Hua". In this back-and-forth exchange, let alone hitting Third Master, if it weren't for Brother Hua holding onto Third Master's collar, he wouldn't even be able to stand.

Come with me, I will take you to apologize to someone

The winter melon waved its hand at the group of high school students, and although they were all in a state of panic, it was evident that they had not sustained any harm. The high school students dared not disobey the winter melon, and one by one, they got up from the ground, covered in dirt and looking disheveled, disappearing into the night, glancing back every few steps.

The winter melon was indeed imposing, as it forcefully slapped his son's forehead and said: "Go!"

"What the hell is wrong with you! I am your fiancée, okay! Third brother... I even had your child, and you said that when I grow up, you would marry me!"

As soon as the words were spoken, this group of people immediately reacted, rushing forward one after another, surrounding Third Master in an impenetrable manner

My son has caused you trouble, I apologize

Dad

Get lost, do you think the thirty thousand yuan I prepared for you came from a flood? Don't waste my time

"Brother Hua" furiously pushed Wang Jian, who was dragging Aying, aside. He glared at him with fierce intensity, his eyes reflecting a primal urge to skin him alive and drink his blood, emanating a sickly frenzy, much like the expression of any spoiled child when provoked.

However! Who would have thought that a strange uncle would suddenly appear out of nowhere? Not only did he dare to tug at the goddess's ear, but the goddess didn't even get angry; instead, she was enthusiastically chatting with him.

With a loud shout, "Brother Hua" raised his hand and slapped it across Third Master’s face, the force so great that even "Brother Hua" felt as if his wrist might dislocate. In that fleeting moment, Brother Hua seemed to hear the crisp sound of the slap landing on the face of the person in front of him

That snot bubble girl is now so scared that she could die, how could she care about whether San Ge is handsome or not? Instead, she was so heartlessly tormented by Aying that she let out three loud farts in a row, and then cried out loud.

Upon seeing him arrive, Brother Hua's tears flowed down in an instant, and his younger companions also began to cry. In fact, two of them even wet their pants, truly in a state of utter disarray

You are playing me! Break his legs for me!

Aying, rubbing her ear that had been painfully tugged by her third brother, smiled broadly as she quietly whispered to the girl who was still scared and had a face full of snot bubbles: "Here, this is my third brother, the one I've been telling you about. Handsome, right?"

Just as the two of them were chatting happily and Ah Ying was approaching the school gate, two cars suddenly darted out from behind them, coming to a screeching halt less than ten meters in front of them, emitting two piercing screeching sounds

Yet reality is always filled with cruelty, and in that fleeting moment, San Ge merely tilted his head back slightly, effortlessly extinguishing what appeared to be a powerful slap without it making contact with anything.