What else could Lei Siren say?
He didn't even know what this grudge was really about.
He just wanted to end this farce as quickly as possible.
But...
This damn fatty just wouldn't let him go!
"Listen to Brother Yu, Fatty, you continue..."
"Aren't you pretty good at slapping? Don't miss on purpose again!"
"After today is over, you and Brother Yu might never see each other again."
"But with me..."
"We're bound to see each other at least many more times."
"Let's not make things too ugly, and don't put everyone in a position where they can't step down."
"Isn't this enough?"
Buzzcut Fatty nodded quickly, but then felt something was wrong and hurriedly shook his head.
Wouldn't nodding mean admitting that he really had an issue with Lei Siren?
If he did, that would be one thing.
The problem was, he didn't!
Regardless of what the damn fatty was trying to express, Lei Siren simply closed his eyes.
He wanted to see how long the fatty could keep playing tricks on him.
The previous few times, Lei Siren had watched with his own eyes as he was beaten and toyed with.
The process was just too frustrating.
It was better to close his eyes and silently wait for the result.
Xia Yiwei glanced at Lin Yu, wanting to see if he would stop here.
As a result.
In the following few minutes...
Fatty's hand chop!
Fatty's shoulder smash!
Fatty's flying strike to the biceps!
[Ding!]
[God-tier operation! The Holy Son's vengeance has made the Elder of the Spirit Medicine Hall fall in love!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
Xia Yiwei watched with bursting joy, completely amazed.
How could they let these two guys off so easily?
Lin Yu's performance coincided perfectly with Xia Yiwei's thoughts.
When Buzzcut Fatty struck for the umpteenth time.
Finally...
Smack!
A loud slap echoed through the underground garage once again.
Buzzcut Fatty looked at his right hand and said excitedly to Lei Siren:
"Young Master Lei, I hit you!"
"Young Master Lei, did you hear that? I really hit you!"
"Great, it can finally end. I don't have to keep hitting you anymore!"
Lei Siren stood up from the ground, trembling.
He didn't hear it; he freaking felt it.
From the moment he started getting beaten until now, he had lost count of how many hits he had taken from Buzzcut Fatty.
He slapped him in the face, and Buzzcut Fatty was actually acting this excited?
Was this a reaction a normal person should have?
The scores that needed to be settled would be settled after going back.
Right now.
The important thing was to leave quickly!
"Brother Yu, has your anger subsided now?"
"I'm really sorry. I promise I won't dare do it again."
"If there's ever anything you need me for in Pingchuan, you can tell me anytime."
"As long as it's something I can help with, I will absolutely give it my all."
Lei Siren hurriedly brought out his social pleasantries.
He spoke with extreme care, just to ensure that Lin Yu would calm down.
Lin Yu magnanimously patted Lei Siren on the shoulder:
"Young Master Lei, honestly, by the time Fatty landed his second hit, my anger had already vanished."
"To tell you the truth, I didn't expect the beating to go on until now either."
"Are you alright?"
Lei Siren quickly shook his head.
Buzzcut Fatty on the side: "..."
Are you two alright in the head?
Weren't you two acting like bitter enemies just a moment ago?
Why are you acting so polite to each other now!
Why did it feel like he was the only villain among everyone present today?
Wasn't he just following Lin Yu's orders?
Lei Siren must have a screw loose to actually shift his hatred onto Buzzcut Fatty.
Even though his hand did cramp up a few times...
"Go, all of you, go."
"Let's consider today's matter a case of getting to know each other through a fight!"
"I've memorized your faces."
"If I ever see you bullying anyone in Pingchuan again..."
"I won't let you off as lightly as I did this time!"
After saying that.
Lin Yu crooked his finger at Xia Yiwei, and she immediately hooked her arm through his.
As they left, she didn't forget to wave goodbye to Lei Siren.
...
Coming out of the underground garage.
Xia Yiwei carried the packed food, skipping excitedly:
"Holy crap! Little Master, you're too freaking awesome!"
Lin Yu quickly raised his hand to stop her and said:
"Don't be too flashy on the streets, this isn't the underground garage."
"No matter how excited you are, you can't praise someone using foul language."
Hearing this, Xia Yiwei quickly patted her own mouth.
"Alright, I'll listen to everything Little Master says."
"Since Little Master likes mature ladies, I'll act a little more delicate and dependent."
Lin Yu hurriedly corrected her:
"It's demure, as in a fair and demure maiden. The word is demure, not mature!"
No matter how you listened to it, it sounded like Xia Yiwei did it on purpose.
Xia Yiwei giggled and changed the subject, asking:
"Little Master, how do you think Lei Siren will deal with that little fatty after they go back?"
Lin Yu shrugged indifferently, replying:
"What does it have to do with me? It's not like I caused it."
"I came out to have a nice meal, and I got hit by someone for no reason."
"Shouldn't I be the most pitiful person here?"
Xia Yiwei massaged Lin Yu's shoulders and quickly apologized:
"Right, right, right, my Little Master is the most innocent one. It's my fault, my fault."
"I promise that next time before we meet an enemy, I'll definitely notify Little Master in advance."
Lin Yu: "..."
Xia Yiwei: "Hehe."
Listening to Xia Yiwei's words, it seemed like she didn't plan on this being a one-time thing!
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