CHAPTER 543: 213 APPETIZER_3

Guo Chen said, "Follow him after school. I want to see what kind of connections he really has."

As soon as Luo Qian stepped out of the school gates, he saw Xue Qingfang waiting for him.

Xue Qingfang waved with a smile, "Don’t forget what you promised me."

Luo Qian pressed his lips together, "You talked too much at lunch."

"Come on, I saved you, didn’t I? Otherwise, you would’ve been bullied by Guo Chen, ended up going home with a face full of bruises, and then how would you explain that to your mom?"

Luo Qian stubbornly argued, "That has nothing to do with you."

"Luo Qian, do you even have a heart?"

Luo Qian walked away quickly.

Xue Qingfang sensed something was off. She turned her head and, sure enough, spotted Guo Chen and his group sneaking around.

Realizing they’d been caught, Guo Chen stopped pretending and brazenly stuck his hands in his pockets.

"Persistent ghosts."

The city buses were unusually packed today. Luo Qian couldn’t get onto either of the two buses that came, and even though Xue Qingfang suggested taking a taxi, Luo Qian refused. In the end, they had no choice but to ride shared bikes home.

Guo Chen and his crew watched with their own eyes as Luo Qian and Xue Qingfang entered the neighborhood gates.

"Isn’t this Xue Qingfang’s house? She brought Luo Qian home. What are the two of them planning to do?"

Guo Chen slapped one of his guys on the head, "Is your brain filled with nothing but dirty thoughts? Xue Qingfang and I live in the same neighborhood. Look at the sign, what does it say?"

The lackey covered his head, looking aggrieved, "Sch... Scholarly Spring."

Another guy said, "Scholarly Spring is a newly opened upscale residence. Even the smallest units are ridiculously expensive. Isn’t Luo Qian’s family supposed to be poor? How can they afford to live in a place like this? Oh, my god... could Xue Qingfang have been telling the truth this whole time?"

Guo Chen’s expression turned ugly.

A black sedan was parked nearby. Guo Chen glanced at it and suddenly froze.

The car had been following them ever since they left school.

Following them!

The word popped into Guo Chen’s mind.

Could it be competition from his father’s business rivals?

The thought made Guo Chen’s blood run cold.

The driver’s side window rolled down, revealing the face of a young man—lean, with sharp eyes full of intensity.

"Are you the ones who’ve been bullying my master?"

Though the man smiled, there wasn’t the slightest warmth in his eyes, only icy hostility.

M-Master?

Guo Chen’s brain froze.

One of the lackeys whispered, "Could the ’master’ he’s talking about be Luo Qian?"

His voice trembled as he spoke.

Because they’d just seen the man sitting in the passenger seat.

It was the dead of winter, yet the man was wearing a sleeveless vest, exposing his shoulders and arms, which were covered in colorful tattoos. His muscular build stretched the thin fabric to the limit, an imposing sight that made anyone’s heart race with fear.

He was so massive that he made the car interior seem cramped by comparison.

The man turned his head to look at them, his face ferocious and menacing, the kind you wouldn’t want to cross—a guy who could easily take on ten people at once.

The middle schoolers’ legs immediately went weak.

The driver rested his elbow on the window frame, lazily watching the terrified adolescents with amusement. "Kids, what’s wrong with behaving decently? If you think middle school life is too boring, I’d be happy to help you spice things up."

With that, he made a gesture, and the tattooed man in the passenger seat stepped out of the car.

The kids’ pupils dilated with shock.

This guy—he was over six feet three, practically a giant.

The tattooed man walked over while cracking his knuckles, the sound echoing in their ears, making their scalps tingle.

"Ahhh!" The group scattered like frightened mice, disappearing in an instant.

"Hahaha." The driver burst out laughing at the scene.

"A bunch of greenhorns. They have the guts to try bullying others with courage like this?"

The tattooed man shook his head helplessly, "Brother Yong, this is what you call an opportunity for me to shine?"

Wu Yong chuckled, "Don’t be impatient. These little brats are just the appetizer."

With that, he pulled out his phone to send a message.

The boss really went above and beyond for his younger cousin.

Shen You’an received Wu Yong’s message while waiting in the airport lounge. A broadcast announced that passengers for Qingzhou-bound flight MN6937 should proceed to boarding.

Shen You’an closed his phone and glanced to the side, suddenly freezing.

A boy quickly and nonchalantly shut his sketchbook, stuffing it into his backpack.

Meng Junzhu, having finished her call, came over and led the two toward the boarding gate.

On the same floor’s VIP passageway, Yu Ruohuan, wearing sunglasses, followed a staff member onto the boarding bridge.