Chapter 202
Until they reached the clearing halfway up the mountain, they could see about a dozen people standing there, and the one leading them was Liu Ping, whom Ye Tian had seen in the photo.
Like Liu Laogou, Liu Ping also had a bald head, bushy eyebrows, a flat nose, deep-set eyes, and a pair of venomous eyes like a viper’s, seemingly ready to spew poison at any moment. He wasn’t tall, but he was robust with broad shoulders, showing a tendency to spread outward.
"Here you are, brother." His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper grinding on stone.
Ye Tian nodded, closed the car door, glanced at the group behind Liu Ping, and said, "Brother Liu has really gone all out. For a small fry like me, you’ve even disturbed your brothers’ rest; I’m truly flattered."
"Brother Ye, I’m a crude man, my ancestors emerged from bandit dens; I don’t know much about hospitality. But I do know that anyone who can stab Fatty Dong to death ain’t no weakling or coward. Killing men, drinking blood, those are the marks of a real man. Brother Ye, you won’t get mad at me for speaking plainly, right?" This Liu Ping was shameless, standing with a dozen men behind him, he sure had the guts to speak such words.
Ye Tian took a look at those dozen men in black clothes and felt a headache coming on. He was also human, not a god. Though he knew kung fu, fighting a few ordinary men was feasible, but if it were dozens of college students, he’d rush at them without a frown, fists flying, knocking them all down, but these men in front of him were trained in martial arts, evident from their stable stances, with some experts mixed in.
"Not mad, not mad. Doing business is about give and take, sparring a bit—it’s the most thrilling part. Otherwise, wouldn’t it lose a lot of fun?"
"I appreciate that about you, you’re much better than Chen Pingrui. Back in the day, my old man used to always preach these worldly society’s moral codes to me. I told him, ’Dad, we talk about these things, but others might not care’. When my dad came here from Southern Sichuan, people called him Liu Laogou. In our southwest, dogs are great — guarding homes, hunting up in the mountains, they are loyal brothers. But here in the north, dogs are considered worthless. My dad was called Liu Laogou, and Chen Pingrui really treated him like a mere dog. Honestly, I couldn’t stand it. If not for my dad holding me back, I would’ve chopped off Chen Pingrui’s head long ago."