Book 15: Chapter 86
“Yeah.” Bu’s tone made it sound as if Li Zizi asked a stupid question.
“No wonder why you’re being chased. Also, did you mention Feng Jiutian?”
“Yeah. I stole from him. Why? You think I’m a thief and don’t want to be associated with me. Am I right? Go on your way, then. I don’t need your care even if I die.”
Feng Jiutian was Li Zizi’s cousin. How could Li Zizi not frown when his friend and cousin were enemies?
“Drop the nonsense. You should return what you stole. The fact that he’s hired formidable assassins proves that it’s important to him. Return what you stole.”
Bu pulled a zany face. “Why should I? The more upset he gets, the happier I get. If you speak up for him, you’re wronging me, so why would I return it? Kill me if you can.”
Bu couldn’t be reasoned with when he wanted to reason. When he refused to reason, he rejected all reason. Zizi knew better than to try arguing with a wall, so he conveyed with a smile, “Who are you talking to? You know I dislike violence more than anything. Besides, when did I ever say I was siding with him? I’m worried for your safety. How about this: you return his belonging. Should he refuse to let it go, I’ll speak to him. Surely he would consider it water under the bridge on my account.”
Bu couldn’t find it in him to continuing being angry when his friend spoke so cordially and backed him in every sentence. Smiling once again, he pinched Li Zizi’s face, rubbed it and then kneaded it. “You friends with Feng Jiutian? Why would he let it go just because you speak up? Your face nicer to the hands than others or something?”
Li Zizi removed Bu’s face from his hands, and then they engaged in a friendly hand wrestling match. As Li Zizi hadn’t learnt much in that department, he paid particular attention to his proficient friend to learn. Instead of laying on the pressure as usual, Bu entertained Li Zizi for a dozen exchanges before abruptly stopping.