Chapter 52: Poisonous Tongue

  The crowd's worried roar did not occur, but instead, the Ninth Master, with a slightly guilty conscience, glanced at his granddaughter and whispered to Wang Yu: "I just smoked half a box of Chinese cigarettes, and I feel like my chest is suffocating. Is it really caused by smoking?"

  Wang Yu hadn't replied yet, when the leather-clad girl became displeased, shaking the old man's arm and shouting: "Grandpa, you're smoking behind my back again. Honestly, where did the cigarettes come from?"

  The old man didn't respond, turned his head away and intentionally coughed loudly several times. The girl hurriedly sprayed medicine water for him and stopped pursuing the topic from earlier.

  Wang Yu looked at the old man with concern and said, "What big thing has happened recently that makes you so angry?"

  Ah Zhong explained on the side: "The East District and West District, some young newcomers recently arrived, don't understand the rules, thinking that Ninth Master is only responsible for the North District, so they robbed several scenes. But these outsiders don't understand, Jiangbei's turf is all Ninth Master's, the East District and West District are just newly named development zones by the government, and our way of calling them is different."

  "Kill them and what's the big deal?" King Yu saw Ah Zhong's embarrassed expression, suddenly stunned, "Could it be that we're at a disadvantage?"

  Old Ninth waved his hand and wouldn't let Ah Zhong speak again.

  "It's a small matter, I'll handle it." The old man took the bouquet handed over by Ah Zhong and walked to the front of the tombstone. He made three consecutive bows, placing the flowers in front of the tomb with both hands.

  "The old man has come to see you again, his body hasn't been well lately, and he might leave at any moment to accompany you. With a group of loyal and righteous children like you guarding him, the old man can rest in peace when he goes."

  The Ninth Master bowed, and his subordinates behind him followed suit, paying their respects.

  Just then, a group of robust men walked over from the left side of the tombstone. Their clothes were a mix of everything, but they exuded an air of confidence. The leader laughed loudly and said, "Haha, Old Man Huang is still not dead, eh? And here he comes again to pay his respects to those stupid fools who died for him. Oh, isn't that Little Sister Huang Rong? Your legs are so long, Brother Jing loves your enchanting beautiful legs."

  Trouble is coming.

  The middle-aged man who spoke was named Huang Youjing, over thirty years old, with a round head and two swollen eye sockets, like a toad. He had a greasy face and when he smiled, he revealed a set of black four-ring teeth, extremely ugly.

  He is an old mixed number in the south district, inheriting his father's business since childhood. Although he failed to unify the south district, he is currently the largest force in the south district. His father and Jiu Ye have a feud, and both sides have been fighting for a lifetime without distinguishing themselves. Recently, Huang Youjing has joined forces with several outsiders, causing a lot of trouble for Jiu Ye in the east and west districts, but Jiu Ye did not counterattack, thinking that Jiu Ye is old. Today, he came to the cemetery to provoke him. He would like to be able to anger Jiu Ye to death, so that his status in the Jianghu can also rise greatly.

  The girl in leather armor immediately showed a disgusted expression: "Even if you're Huang Rong, you're not Guo Jing, at most you're just a toad raised by Ouyang Ke."

  Wang Yu leaned against the tombstone and didn't respond, just watching how Jiu Ye would handle it.

  Huang Youjing brought thirty or forty people. There should be more people under the mountain now, and the number of people he brought is similar to that of Jiu Ye.

  Jiu Ye showed a gentle smile, patted the leather-clad girl's arm, and comforted her: "Rong Er, from now on, when you encounter people like this, don't give them ordinary treatment. When a dog bites you, you can't bite back at the dog, but you can use a stick to beat it until it's crippled or dead, then skin it and make soup."

  Huang Rong seemed to have an epiphany and nodded obediently: "But, such a disgusting person, I don't even have the appetite to drink his stew."

  The last sentence was too damaging, and even Huang Youjing, who had always thought he had no shame, couldn't take it. He pointed at the two of them and scolded: "You think you're clever? Wait till this old man is dead, I'll show you how to play with this little one. At that time, I'll let all the men on Linjiang Road come and play, saying this is the granddaughter of Jiuye, what do you think?"

  The men behind him burst out laughing, but this infuriated the men of Ninth Master and they pulled out their portable rattan whips, wanting to avenge Ninth Master and Huang Rong.

  Old Master Ji waved his hand to calm down the commotion among his subordinates, and fixed a gentle yet piercing gaze on Huang Youjing's face. An invisible pressure filled the air: "Young man, are you here to cause trouble or to seek death? Compared to your father, you're far inferior. Not knowing the basic rules of the underworld, your outcome will be miserable. I think you should understand my methods."

  As soon as these words came out, Huang Youjing's face finally changed color, and that fat round face was instantly covered with sweat.

  In those years, the Qiu family joined forces with Jiǔ Yé's sworn brother to assassinate Jiǔ Yé. In the chaos, they killed Jiǔ Yé's son and daughter-in-law. However, Jiǔ Yé's revenge was also in line with Jianghu rules, annihilating the entire Qiu family without any deceitful actions.

  Before this, the wife of one of Jiǔ Yé's subordinates had been raped and murdered by the Qiu family, with the video being publicly released on the streets. This act broke the Jianghu code, and Jiǔ Yé's revenge was direct: not only did he deal with the Qiu family's women and mistresses, but also subjected the male culprit to brutal treatment by dozens of perverted thugs for several months, releasing new videos every day until the man could no longer bear it and died from mental collapse.

  It wasn't until then that Huang Youjing realized he was actually a little afraid of Jiu Ye.

  "Haha, Ninth Master joked, today is Qingming Festival, I just came to pay respects to my lover. What a coincidence, it's right next to your brothers' tomb. This lover of mine didn't follow the moral code, and later died from excessive indulgence. But no matter what, she brought me happiness, one can't forget their roots after all." He said, pretending to offer flowers, burn incense money, and busied himself in front of the left grave stone.

  Wang Yu had met Huang Youjing several times and knew that he had a lot of influence in the south district, but they didn't have any direct conflicts. Since he had already quit the gang, he didn't want to cause any more trouble, and he believed that Jiu Ye would handle it well.

  I thought it was all over, but then Huang Youjing suddenly rushed to Wang Yu and said: "You're the legendary Bei Qu Yu Tianwang, right? Come on, come here, give your lover three loud knocks on the head, and I'll let you off today."

  "Huang Youjing, you son of a bitch, what makes you look for trouble with Brother Huang?" Huang Rong pulled out a spring knife and was like a small tigress coming down the mountain, wanting to fight Huang Youjing to the death.

  Wang Yu suddenly pulled her back and wouldn't let her take the fall for herself either.

  Wang Yu's anger reached its peak, but instead he smiled warmly, a trait inherited from his master. He took a few steps forward, calmly gazing into Huang Youjing's eyes: "Boss Huang wouldn't be unaware that I've been out of the jianghu for many years, and yet today you're treating me like this; if you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I won't mind getting back in the water and playing with you."

  Huang Youjing was afraid of Jiu Ye's aura, but he didn't fear Wang Yu. He let out a strange laugh and pointed at the photo on the tombstone, saying: "This woman is Deng Kang's younger sister from the Ha Dog Gang. Her brother died because of you, shouldn't you be kowtowing to apologize?"

  There is a photo on the tombstone, and it's indeed a charming woman. Although it's an old photo, it still can't hide the strong flavor of worldly dust. Wang Yu remembers that this grave belongs to a famous old man, but he doesn't know what kind of trickery was used to move someone else's burial site.

  Wang Yu looked at the photo and smiled, saying seriously: "This girl is pretty, not like your mistress, but rather like your own mother. If she really were your mother, I...I wouldn't even bow my head to her. I don't have a close relationship with your mother, so I shouldn't be too familiar. And if she really was your mother, she wouldn't have given birth to such an ugly turtle son like you."

  The people under Jiǔ Yé's command burst out laughing as soon as they heard it, and even if it wasn't funny, they had to help Wang Yu gain momentum. However, thinking carefully about it, this insult was really vicious, and it included his whole family of three. In the past, Wang Yu had many nicknames, one of which was called "Toxic Tongue Wang Xīu Luó".

  Huang Rong's eyes sparkled, and her radiant complexion seemed to reappear as if she had once again seen the return of Xieyu, the master of Jianghu. Never suffering losses was his nature, making others suffer losses was his talent, and "never letting a grudge go overnight" was his motto. In those years, with this strategic guideline, he led dozens of people under him, wherever they went, they walked sideways, and some senior members of the gangs would also give them a little face.

  Huang Youjing's face flashed with vicious anger, pointing at Wang Yu and scolding: "Wang Yu, do you really want to die? I want to kill you, even Ninth Master can't protect you."

  Wang Yu smiled slightly and didn't say a word, but shifted his gaze towards Jiu Ye, inquiring about his intention.

  The old man coughed for a while, his complexion somewhat unhealthy and ruddy, and said faintly: "I'm old, no use to young people, even my children and grandchildren are bullied by others, this life is considered a waste."

  Huang Youjing thought that Jiu Ye had softened, and with a pleased and gloomy smile, was about to double the insult to Wang Yu, avenging Deng Kang for the Ha Gou Bang. However, just then, Jiu Ye let out a loud roar, and a group of black-clad thugs, wielding clubs, charged towards them.

  "Hit!" Old Man Jiue said in one word.

  "How dare you... Don't you want to live a peaceful life in your old age?!" Huang Youjing's loud shout was laced with a mix of anger and fear, as he hastily retreated behind his subordinates.

  "A single compromise cannot bring stability." In the midst of the chaos, Ninth Master said lightly to a few people beside him. Huang Youjing couldn't hear this voice because Ninth Master didn't bother to respond to him.

  Wang Yu didn't make a move, he just guarded the old man's side.

  People around the tomb-sweeping crowd fled in terror, screaming: "It's bad, a fight has broken out, hei society is on fire, call the police quickly!"

  Gu Quan had just finished sweeping the tomb with his wife when he heard a loud shout, and hurriedly ran to the top of the slope to take a look. Wang Yu's old-fashioned suit was very eye-catching, and Gu Quan found him in the crowd at a glance: "Indeed, a hoodlum with status, didn't even need to use his hands in the fight."

  Guquan used to be a soldier. In his logic, those who commanded battles were high-ranking military officers and had status. Those who fought desperately in the front line were all cannon fodder. He himself was once cannon fodder, serving on the border because of injury, won second-class merit, and retired honorably.

  "Lao Gu, you're so old, yet you still like to watch the excitement like a child. Go back home and don't stir up trouble here. They're fighting and killing each other, if we ordinary people get involved even a little bit, our whole family won't be able to live in peace."

  "Oh, okay, I know... Oh, there are a lot of people here, don't pull my ears."

  Guquan's timid personality was completely shaped by his wife after marriage. Confirming his own speculation, Guquan decided to severely criticize and educate the young security guard Xiao Zhao, never to provoke Wang Yu again, and next time he saw Wang Yu, he would apologize first without a reason.

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