As always, Xiang Yu was arrogant. When he asked him a question, Xiang Yu rolled his eyes and said, "Who can do anything to me?" He couldn't be bothered to pay any attention to him.
As for his home, Qin Shihuang is now constantly by the side of Jing Ersha, who used to try to assassinate him, while Ersha is always with Zhao Bailian. The three of them together are quite safe.
As for Baozi, I'm not too worried. I can sense that our adversary seems to be able to maintain his rationality. If he really intends to deal with ordinary people as well, killing me wouldn't be difficult for him.
Nothing happened that night. The next day, I had just woken up when Tong Yuan called. She gave me an address first, then said with a smile, "Come over quickly, there's a good show to watch."
I knew it must be related to the tainted liquor, so I hurriedly drove to the place she mentioned. From afar, I saw Tong Yuan, dressed casually, leaning against a tree with a creamy ice cream in her mouth, looking across the street. I approached her, but she didn't say anything; she just tilted her chin across the road. What I saw almost made me explode with anger. There were three water trucks parked in the open space behind a shop, Old Wu standing to one side with his head down, and three young men busy handling my liquor. There was also a leader sitting leisurely by the flower bed, his back to them, smoking a cigarette.
Tong Yuan smiled as she ate her ice cream and said, "I only agreed to help you with the tracking; fighting will cost extra, you know."
I took my bag out of the car, held it in my hand, and gracefully vaulted over the railing, saying dismissively, "You underestimate me. Do you think I'd personally deal with someone like this?"
Tong Yuan followed me curiously after hearing what I said. I crossed the street with a gloomy face, slowly approaching the three people. Once they saw me, I immediately changed my expression and greeted them warmly:
"You guys are busy!"
Chapter Forty-Four: Fan Jin
The three young men, not recognizing me, remained silent and continued with their work. When Old Wu saw it was me, his face turned pale. I gave him a stern look, signaling him to be quiet.
I put my hand on one of their shoulders and asked with a smile, "Is this a bar?"
He awkwardly shook me off and hummed in response.
"Selling?" I asked.
"Not for sale."
"So what are you trying to achieve by all this tinkering?"
The man finally became alert and said, "Why are you asking this?"
"It's nothing, just asking."
Just then, another young man next to me stared at my face and said, "Why do you look so familiar?"
I secretly breathed a sigh of relief; it would be easier if someone knew me. I asked him in return, "Really?"
The man scratched his head and said, "I just can't remember where we met."
My heart sank, and I could only remind him, "Did you see her recently?"
The man said, bewildered, "It seems like..."
I continued to prompt him: "You saw him on TV?"
The man stared at me for a while, then slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "I remember now! You're the Sanda King!"
I finally felt completely relieved and secretly wiped away my cold sweat, saying, "That's right—" Tong Yuan couldn't help but burst out laughing when she saw me putting on an act.
When the two young men heard it was me, they rushed over and bombarded me with questions, their tone obsequious. You could tell they were just the lowest-level thugs, probably students who had skipped school after watching two "Young and Dangerous" movies; one of them even wore glasses.
After receiving their worship with my belly sticking out, I said in a drawn-out tone, "Do you know what I do?"
"What are you doing?" the three of them asked in unison, their eyes sparkling.
Old Wu finally spoke, looking completely distraught: "This is our manager, the wine you exchanged is his!"
Upon hearing this, the three children instinctively backed away. Two of them took off running, one on each side, while the middle one, a step behind, pointed at the one sitting by the flower bed and said, "It's none of our business. He paid us to do it."
We were making quite a commotion, but he was clearly lost in thought, still sitting there motionless, oblivious to what was happening behind him. I walked over to him, and Tong Yuan laughed and asked me, "You're a grown man, and all you're doing in this world is your face?"
I scoffed, "What do you know? This is called subduing the enemy without fighting."
I approached the leader, who seemed completely unaware of my arrival, so I sat down next to him. The young man held an open book, gazing sadly at the bustling traffic. I offered him a cigarette, which he casually accepted, lamenting, "When will this ever end?"
I said, "It has no head."
After sighing sadly for a while, he realized something was wrong, turned around and, seeing that I didn't recognize him, asked, "Who are you?"
"I am the owner of the Reverse Time Bar."
The man was so startled that he shifted his position to the side and turned around to look.
I said, "Stop looking, you're the only one left."
This time he was truly saddened, sighed, and lowered his head.
"Tell me, what happened?"
He closed the book, kicked at the pebbles under his feet, and said, "We have no grudge against you, and we didn't mean to harm you. Someone gave me 100,000 yuan to do this."
"who?"
"I don't know him. I've never seen anyone like him before." When he saw me staring at him, he quickly said, "Brother, I'm telling the truth."
I glanced at him sideways and asked, "Then why are they looking for you?"
The kid said with a bit of smugness, "Because I'm the best in this area." He pointed across the street and said, "I'm the top dog at our No. 3 Middle School." Only then did I realize that the area across the street was the senior high school section of our No. 3 Middle School.
This time I got angry, stood up and demanded of him, "Tell me what grade you're in?" The reason I was angry was that this kid looked no younger than me, and I would never believe he was still in school.
He lowered his head and said, "Senior year of high school..."
I held the bag above my head and asked sternly again, "How old are you?"