Urban Super Soldier King-Chapter 30 - You Go Don’t Drag Me Along

30: Chapter 30: You Go, Don’t Drag Me Along

30 -30: You Go, Don’t Drag Me Along

Xiang Yu leisurely walked into the bar where the body had previously been; no trace of the corpse remained now, yet a faint stench of blood still permeated the air.

Upon seeing Xiang Yu return, Shi Jian hurriedly ran over.

“Why are you wet, and there’s a hint of fragrance too?” Shi Jian sniffed him, suddenly thought of something, and his mouth dropped open in surprise, “You didn’t, you didn’t…” Shi Jian stammered.

“Dude, you’re too sensitive,” Xiang Yu said, resting his hand on his shoulder.

“Stop bluffing, come with me.” Shi Jian pulled Xiang Yu upstairs into a room where two people were sitting.

One of them was Fang Rong whose face was pale, probably still not recovered from the earlier shock.

The other was a brawny man who quickly stood up from the couch upon seeing Xiang Yu entering and knelt down with a thud in front of him.

“You avenged me by killing my enemy, thank you,” the brawny man said with a muffled voice. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Xiang Yu was taken aback for a moment, just earlier he had wanted to kill him, and now, there was a drastic turn of events.

Seeing this, Shi Jian quickly came over to explain, and that’s when Xiang Yu realized this guy had been kept in the dark all along.

“Stand up.

“Xiang Yu quickly helped him up.

The big guy, speaking in a blunt and simple manner, gave a naive and straightforward impression, which made Xiang Yu take a liking to him.

“You’re Tie Zhuzi, right?

From now on, we are brothers,” Xiang Yu said, patting his shoulder.

Tie Zhuzi nodded with joy, afraid that Xiang Yu might not agree.

He had seen Xiang Yu’s imposing killing intent earlier and thought he would be difficult to get along with, but since he was his benefactor, he decided to stay by Xiang Yu’s side to protect him.

“Where have you been just now?” At that moment, Fang Rong approached with an accusatory expression.

“Where I’ve been is none of your business, missed me huh?” Xiang Yu chuckled.

“You, you are my bodyguard,” Fang Rong retorted, her face flushing suddenly.

“Oh, you’re right, I’d forgotten about that, I’ll stick by your side from now on,” Xiang Yu said, resting his hand on her shoulder, chuckling mischievously.

“Get lost, shameless,” Fang Rong snorted and walked away.

“Where’s the boss?” Xiang Yu asked Shi Jian.

“Locked in his own room, probably grieving; after all, the deceased was a brother to him from back in the day,” Shi Jian replied with a hint of sadness.

Just then, someone came over and called Xiang Yu and Shi Jian to Fang Kuohai’s office.

“Have a seat,” Fang Kuohai said as they entered, pointing to a sofa in front of him, his gaze towards Xiang Yu complicated.

“The third brother is dead, and this matter won’t easily blow over.”

“You mean the old man on our side?” Shi Jian hurriedly asked.

Fang Kuohai nodded.

“Although we brothers have our differences on normal days, and the old man turns a blind eye, now with the third brother dead, the problem has grown serious.”

“This incident started because of me, it was my idea to attack him.

If need be, one life for another, I’m ready to pay with mine,” Shi Jian said, looking towards Xiang Yu, hoping he would also express his opinion since they had discussed this together.

He took on everything voluntarily, showing his resigned acceptance.

But to Shi Jian’s disappointment, Xiang Yu was casually eating peanuts and even nodded when he heard the suggestion.

“That’s not a bad idea,” Xiang Yu shrugged with a smile.

Seeing Xiang Yu’s attitude, Fang Kuohai could only sigh internally.

There’s a saying that it’s easy to invite the spirits but hard to send them away.

He started to regret letting Xiang Yu join his team, remembering the indifferent look in Xiang Yu’s eyes when killing, he felt a chill down his spine.

“Now is not the time to shirk responsibility, we should come up with a solution together,” Fang Kuohai said.

“Two options, first, pay them off, second, transfer the businesses previously owned by Zhu Qingyuan to them,” Xiang Yu suddenly said.

He had attended the meeting last time and had met them; although they appeared harmonious, they lacked any real connection, so solving this with money shouldn’t be a problem.

“Money is not an issue, but it’s the old man I’m worried about,” Fang Kuohai sighed.

Just then, Fang Kuohai’s phone suddenly rang.

He took it out, glanced at it, and shook his head with a wry smile, “Speak of the devil, and he appears.”

As soon as Fang Kuohai answered the phone, he heard the roaring from the other end.

“Xiao Ba, tell me if what they say is true.

You’ve got quite the nerve—do you even care about your godfather anymore?

Can you really justify this to your brothers…”

Old man Sheng Wantao cussed for a good ten minutes.

Fang Kuohai merely nodded in agreement the whole time, not daring to speak up.

Finally, he promised to go and explain things to the old man and the other brothers tomorrow.

After hanging up, Fang Kuohai sighed, “It’s a matter of life or death now.” After saying that, he looked over at Xiang Yu and the others.

Shi Jian looked utterly serious, his demeanor unwavering as if he was prepared to face death, while Xiang Yu lay there eating peanuts, showing no signs of nervousness.

“Both of you go out first,” Fang Kuohai said, sounding exhausted.

As they walked out of Fang Kuohai’s room, Shi Jian, looking grave, said to Xiang Yu, “This matter started because of us.

Tomorrow, it will be up to the two of us to bear all the consequences.”

“No, handle it yourself; don’t drag me into this,” Xiang Yu said, letting out a yawn, ready to go back to his room to sleep.

“Xiang Yu, where do you think you’re going?” Shi Jian, infuriated, clenched his teeth.

Even at a time like this, he was acting carefree.

“It’s three in the morning, where else could I be going if not to sleep?” Without adding another word, Xiang Yu walked back to his room.

“Xiang Yu, you jerk, I won’t let you sleep,” Shi Jian muttered as he followed Xiang Yu into his room…

In the morning, Xiang Yu woke up at eight o’clock, kicked awake by Shi Jian.

“What time do you think it is?

You’re still sleeping.

Do you even care?” Shi Jian said, visibly upset.

Xiang Yu opened his eyes and saw Shi Jian’s eyes, bloodshot from a night without sleep.

He then got up, washed up, and dressed in a white suit, which made him look even more handsome and upright.

“Stop preening and come downstairs.

We need to leave soon,” Shi Jian urged as he pulled Xiang Yu downstairs.

By then, there were already about twenty people waiting downstairs.

When they saw Xiang Yu come down, they all straightened up as if Xiang Yu was their leader.

Xiang Yu glanced at them casually and, without a word, sat down nearby.

A few minutes later, Fang Kuohai came down from upstairs, dressed in a black suit and looking very serious.

“Big brother, if we go together, we die together,” suddenly a voice said from the crowd.

“Right, we might as well fight them if it comes to that.”

“Brothers, wait here patiently.

The situation hasn’t escalated to that point yet.

It will be enough for just the three of us to go,” Fang Kuohai said.

He knew that even if it came to a fight, the few men under him were no match; it would be futile for more than the three of them to go.

“I’m coming with you,” suddenly a hoarse voice spoke up.

The crowd turned back to see it was Tie Zhuzi.

“You stay here too,” said Fang Kuohai, pausing for a moment.

“No way, I must come with you,” Tie Zhuzi insisted, not giving any face to Fang Kuohai.

Xiang Yu glanced at Tie Zhuzi, then smiled and said, “Zhuzi, you stay here.”

Seeing Xiang Yu speak, Tie Zhuzi reluctantly nodded…