Zhang Wenbin was beaten up by Jia Liang but didn’t give up. He took a while to recover on the spot before he could finally catch his breath.
Just thinking about how he had finally found Qin Juan and the child, only to have that man ruin everything, Zhang Wenbin’s eyes darkened with sinister intent.
He had come to the city these days not only to look for the child but also to gather some information about Qin Yang and his wife, including the affairs of Qin’s Restaurant.
Naturally, he knew that the man worked at Qin’s Restaurant.
He really couldn’t understand what kind of taste Qin Yang’s wife had, daring to employ any Tom, Dick, or Harry.
He had heard that the guy was a petty thief, a brawler, just a street thug.
Such trash was also treasured by Qin Yang’s wife, even appointed as the restaurant manager, giving him face.
In Zhang Wenbin’s eyes, the man was nothing but dirt.
Zhang Wenbin was beside himself with anger and reached out to touch his nose, feeling a piercing pain.
He couldn’t help but curse under his breath, and just as he raised his head, the curse that came out of his mouth abruptly stopped.
He saw, at the mouth of an alley not far away, a few guys leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching his sorry state with great interest.
Seeing him look over, the guys straightened up and confidently walked over step by step.
Zhang Wenbin’s face turned ghastly pale as he glanced behind him, only to see an empty space with not even a passerby.
Earlier, when he wanted to speak to Qin Juan, he had been worried about being mistaken for a human trafficker like at the school gate, so he had chosen a quiet stretch of road.
But Zhang Wenbin wasn’t a fool. A wise man does not fight when the odds are against him, and without thinking further, he turned and ran.
The sound of chaotic footsteps came from behind, and with an inward curse, Zhang Wenbin realized something was amiss. Before he could react, an intense pain shot through his back and a forceful kick sent him tumbling to the ground.
His hands subconsciously reached out to break his fall, but due to momentum, he slid a full two meters before coming to a stop.
His innards churned, and both hands were scraped raw, stinging fiercely.
Hearing the approaching footsteps, Zhang Wenbin turned in terror and looked at the group with a trembling voice.
"What do you want... Don’t come any closer, what are you planning to do... I don’t know you, you’ve got the wrong person?"
Instead of answering, what greeted him was a flurry of punches like a storm.
The punch from Jia Liang earlier had already taken him a long time to recover from, and now, fists large as sandbags rained down mercilessly. Zhang Wenbin didn’t even have a chance to cry for help; he could only hug his head and wail in pain.
It wasn’t until his whole body hurt so much that he even thought he was going to be beaten to death, that the assailants finally stopped.
A pair of glossy, dark leather shoes appeared before his eyes, and the voice that came from above was even chillier than ice.
"Remember this, Zhang, get lost immediately. If we see you in the city again, you’ll be beaten every single time."
When Zhang Wenbin heard his surname accurately spoken by the other party, his body stiffened.
Lifting his head with difficulty, "Who are you? Who sent you? Qin Yang?"
But the other party didn’t even give him a glance, and one of them even spitefully spat out a mouthful of saliva.
Zhang Wenbin clenched his fists, his eyes filled with humiliation and resentment.
Elsewhere, after a few men turned a corner, they saw a man waiting under a big tree.
"Brother Liang, the job’s done, but you really underestimate us, don’t you? That piece of trash, he wouldn’t even dare to fight back after a slap. I alone could have handled him, there was no need for a few of us brothers."
Jia Liang took out a pack of cigarettes and distributed them, without continuing the topic, "Thanks for the hard work today, everyone. Come over to my place for a meal when you have time."
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