Chapter 567 — How to Deal with Him

"Wei Zhao was the one who stirred me into this—it was all his doing. Wei Zhao is Gu Mengyao's personal guard." In the end, An Jianwen, doing Li Cihua a favor, dumped the blame squarely on Wei Zhao and sent Zhong Fabai off to settle accounts with him.

And Zhong Fabai now had a way out. He did not dare take An Jianwen on, but dealing with one petty guard would be as easy as turning over his hand. At that thought, he stopped brooding over An Jianwen's part in the whole affair. "Young Master An, my son's conduct was indeed deeply offensive. But could you, for the sake of Young Master Bing and Brother Cihua, give the boy his kidney back?"

Give the kidney back? An Jianwen sneered. As if that were possible. That kidney had long since been shipped overseas to find a recipient—and you expect it handed back to you?

"My apologies, Mr. Zhong. In my fury at the time, I had your son's kidney thrown to the dogs... I am truly sorry!" An Jianwen would never breathe a word about the kidney-trafficking ring behind him, so he fobbed the man off.

"This..." Zhong Fabai was taken aback. But he did not doubt it. In that situation, had it been him, he would not have kept an enemy's kidney around either, waiting to sew it back in.

Zhong Fabai could only count himself unlucky. Losing a kidney was not fatal, after all. Better to think of a way to settle scores with Wei Zhao. Much as he ached to kill An Jianwen and vent his rage, he was no match for the man.

After hanging up, Zhong Fabai told his son the truth of the matter. The boy was the victim; he had every right to know. In part, too, Zhong Fabai meant to warn him—not to dare do just anything that came into his head, to weigh the consequences before acting next time. He had only one kidney left.

"That is how it stands. An Jianwen was behind it—but he says it was Wei Zhao who tipped him off!" Zhong Fabai said, thoroughly dejected.

"Who is An Jianwen? Right—I think I vaguely heard someone call him Young Master Wen!" Zhong Yongliang was awake now. Having a kidney cut out was serious business, but it was not life-threatening.

"An Jianwen was one of the former Four Young Masters of Songshan. Shen Yushu's brother, Chen Yutian, leads the Four Young Masters of Songshan." Zhong Fabai sighed. "Every one of them wields power not to be taken lightly. It isn't that your old man is belittling himself—beside them, your old man is nowhere near! This time, Shen Yushu's brother simply chose not to come after you. Otherwise, you would likely have lost your other kidney too!"

He had to frighten the boy a little, or there was no telling what new disaster this son of his would stir up.

"Ah!" Zhong Yongliang's face changed at once, and a belated fear crept over him. He remembered what had happened to Wu Xiaocan—Chen Yutian had broken both of Wu Xiaocan's legs.

"Son, for now all we can do is swallow this grudge!" Zhong Fabai said. "We are no match for An Jianwen. The Fire Wolf Gang stands behind him, and even Young Master Bing gives him face. We will have to eat this loss in silence!"

"Dad, I understand! I won't act rashly, but I have marked this down!" Zhong Yongliang ground his teeth, a sinister glint sliding through his eyes. "The day Naipao returns from his training, that day will be An Jianwen's death day!"

"Mm. He who cannot bear small things ruins great plans. We must endure." Zhong Fabai nodded.

"Right, Dad—you said Wei Zhao tipped him off? How does Wei Zhao even know An Jianwen? And why would he tip him off?" Zhong Yongliang suddenly recalled what his father had said about Wei Zhao.

"That boy is Gu Mengyao's personal guard," Zhong Fabai said. "The business with Gu Mengyao—it was he who told An Jianwen."

"What! He's Gu Mengyao's personal guard?" Zhong Yongliang was dumbfounded. How could Wei Zhao be Gu Mengyao's personal guard? The two had nothing to do with each other. What on earth was going on?

"Yes! Gu Pengzhan hired him, specifically to guard Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu in secret." Zhong Fabai nodded. "Though every wrong has its source and every debt its debtor, this time we can only level our spear at Gu Pengzhan and Wei Zhao. Gu Pengzhan is beyond our reach for the moment, but Wei Zhao... Wei Zhao we can make an example of—kill the chicken to frighten the monkey!"

"Son of a bitch!" Zhong Yongliang was suddenly enlightened, nearly leaping off his sickbed. "No wonder there were photos of Wei Zhao on Shen Yushu's phone—so he's Gu Mengyao's personal guard! Damn it, and I never noticed. At school, that brat was forever seeming to accidentally wreck my chances with Gu Mengyao—so he was her personal guard all along! That kid hid himself deep!"

"Son, Gu Mengyao is not for you. Stop chasing her from now on." Zhong Fabai sighed. "An Jianwen is not someone we can shake at present. We aim our spear at Wei Zhao first; when we are stronger, we can think about the rest."

"Dad, I understand!" By now Zhong Yongliang understood as well—there was no hope left of winning Gu Mengyao, not at least before Zhang Naipao burst onto the scene. Though it stung, he ground his teeth. "A true man need never fear he will find no wife. Don't worry, Dad. I will endure—endure until the day the Zhong family rises!"

"Mm, that's the way." Zhong Fabai nodded, gratified. "This grudge—we will surely have our revenge. But for now, we can only survive under Young Master Bing's protection."

"By the way, Dad, that Wei Zhao is no weakling. If we are to take him on..." Zhong Yongliang still had misgivings about Wei Zhao's skill. After all, Wei Zhao had crippled even Brother Black Panther.

"Set your mind at ease about that. To deal with him, we borrow Young Master Bing's hand. We will not be the ones to stick our necks out," Zhong Fabai said. "There is no hurry. Right now we must win Young Master Bing's trust—I have to handle the shantytown demolition well. Let Young Master Bing take me for his right-hand man. Only then can we borrow his power."

"The shantytown demolition?" Zhong Yongliang's eyes lit up at once. "Dad, I've got an idea! I know how to deal with Wei Zhao!"

"Oh? Let's hear it." Zhong Fabai had not expected his son to come up with something so quickly, and he was somewhat uneasy besides—the boy had not cooked up some idiotic scheme again, had he? A good thing he had spoken up first; had he gone and carried it out on his own, there would only have been more trouble. "Son, weigh a thing three times before you act. Don't be rash!"

"Dad, there's no need to say it. I know I have been too impulsive before—childish, even!" Zhong Yongliang shook his head, speaking earnestly. "But I have truly learned my lesson from this, and I have thought it through! I used to be too flashy, so I ran into someone I could not afford to provoke, and I was punished for it!"

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