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It was nearly 9 o'clock when they returned to Dongdu City.

The strange incident in the depths of Xishan Mountain was also left behind by everyone.

Because they were rushing to the shooting range for training, Fang Cheng and Ma Donghe didn't even bother to eat dinner.

When the car was about to arrive at Old Factory Street.

In order to thank them for their help, Fang Cheng planned to treat them to dinner at a slightly upscale small restaurant nearby.

There was no way around it, his wallet was empty, so he couldn't be too picky.

Ma Donghe had no interest in going to a restaurant to eat, and directly suggested having a barbecue feast at the North Point Night Market.

Fang Cheng was overjoyed when he heard this, and naturally followed his suggestion.

The colorful neon signs flickered, and the North Point at night was a mixed bag, exuding a different kind of vitality that it didn't have during the day.

A gray second-hand car was slowly driving on the crowded street.

"I know a roadside stall whose barbecue skills are amazing, I haven't eaten it for a long time, I've been craving it lately..."

Sitting in the car, Ma Donghe vividly described all kinds of delicacies, as if he could already smell the tempting aroma.

Fang Cheng listened to his nagging, his eyes staring at the neon signs that flashed by.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said:

"Wait, stop the car."

Huang Mao immediately stepped on the brakes when he heard this.

The car window lowered, and Fang Cheng stuck his head out.

Then he shouted at a thin figure a few meters away:

"Wen Xin."

Hearing this call, a girl dragging a sack in the crowd immediately turned her head to look over.

When her eyes fell on Fang Cheng's face in the car.

Those big amber eyes instantly flashed with joy.

"Brother Fang Cheng!"

Fang Cheng smiled and waved to her.

Wen Xin hurriedly ran forward.

However, when she saw that there were other people in the car, her eyes were a little timid, and she couldn't help but shrink the broken sack in her hand behind her.

"Haven't had dinner yet, let's go eat something together."

Fang Cheng said to her familiarly.

Wen Xin secretly glanced at the two people sitting in the front row, shook her head, and didn't dare to answer.

"Are you Fang Cheng's sister?"

Seeing this scene, Ma Donghe immediately leaned over and interjected:

"Don't be afraid, although we are not good people, we will never bully little girls."

As he spoke, he squeezed out a smile that he thought was kind and friendly.

To be honest, he didn't look like Ma Jianguo's biological son at all.

Wen Xin's thin shoulders trembled slightly, looking even more frightened.

Fang Cheng couldn't stand it anymore, got out of the car, took the sack, and put it in the trunk.

Then he took her to sit in the back seat.

Wen Xin seemed to be riding in a car for the first time, looking around curiously.

When her eyes moved to the two uncles with tattoos on their bodies and injuries, her eyes shrank, and she quickly lowered her head again.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng emboldened her:

"Don't be afraid, if these two bad guys dare to bully you, I will use my fists to beat them into real cripples!"

Wen Xin couldn't help but smile, and a shallow smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Huang Mao, who was holding the steering wheel, shook his hands.

The flames of stir-frying rose three feet high, and the smell of oil smoke mixed with the aroma of green onions and garlic, wafting in waves.

The chicken wings, sausages, and grilled fish on the grill sizzled with oil, exuding a tempting aroma.

"Gulu—"

Fang Cheng and others sat at a folding dining table by the roadside, clinked glasses with each other, gulped down a mouthful of beer, and then took a bite of a grilled skewer.

Tomorrow is New Year's Day holiday, and the number of citizens visiting the night market in the evening has obviously increased.

The roadside stalls were crowded with seats, the noise was constant, and the tables were covered with oil stains and piled up with dishes.

Everyone didn't care at all, and still ate with relish.

"Fang Cheng, I really admire you for being young and promising, brother, I, I've really lived in vain for thirty years..."

Ma Donghe had already downed 10 bottles of beer in a row, and was a little drunk, sighing deeply.

Huang Mao sat aside and echoed from time to time.

Fang Cheng listened attentively, just kept pouring him beer, and let him continue talking.

Wen Xin buried her head and gnawed on a chicken wing, almost licking the residue in the bone seams clean, and still wanted to put the bones in her mouth to chew.

The atmosphere on the table was each doing their own thing, enjoying themselves.

Don't look at Ma Donghe's strong body like a bear, his alcohol capacity is no different from ordinary people.

At this moment, he seemed to be a bit of a big mouth when he spoke, and directly told some embarrassing things he had done in the past.

From fighting in campus when he was young, skipping school and messing around.

To stepping into society, yearning to be a hero of the Jianghu, but the more he mixed, the more useless he became, and he was even disliked when he went out to collect debts.

Now that he is entering the threshold of middle age, he is beginning to feel confused about his future and doesn't know what else he can do.

As he spoke, he suddenly cried, slapped himself hard, and cursed himself for being a waste who couldn't even take care of his brothers.

Huang Mao was extremely embarrassed when he heard this, and quickly persuaded him to drink less wine.

Ma Donghe's face flushed red, and he looked at Fang Cheng with his neck stuck:

"Acheng, brother asks you a question."

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"In your eyes, am I, Ma Donghe, a bastard among bastards?"

Fang Cheng didn't say a word, peeled a mantis shrimp with salt and pepper, and put it in Wen Xin's bowl.

From Ma Donghe's drunken words just now, he probably knew why he was emotionally out of control.

In the melee in which the Poisonous Snake Gang was annexed by the Crimson Tiger Gang, A Dong, one of Ma Donghe's closest brothers, and the gang leader he regarded as his big brother were both hacked to death.

As for himself, he was also seriously injured and almost lost his life.

Perhaps this experience was a wake-up call for him.

Fang Cheng didn't have much sympathy.

Since he chose to embark on the road of Jianghu, he must have the awareness of dying in the streets.

However, he still comforted him a few words and asked the boss to take away all the remaining beer.

During this late-night snack, he also met A Fei and others.

They ran over to show their courtesy, saw Ma Donghe in this drunken state, didn't dare to touch his bad luck, and quickly slipped away again.

In this way, three sober people accompanied a guy who was drunk and talking nonsense, and continued to sit for half an hour before clearing the table and leaving.

Watching Huang Mao laboriously get Ma Donghe into the car, gradually drifting away, disappearing into the hazy city night.

Fang Cheng's eyes were clear, and then he took Wen Xin slowly and walked towards Old Factory Street.

With his current physical fitness, alcohol is actually difficult to have an effect.

Arrived at the basement of the tenement building.

Wen Xin took out the key and carefully opened the door.

Then she tiptoed and pressed the lighting switch at the door.

A light bulb lit up, and the dim light revealed the situation in the room.

The small one-bedroom apartment only had a wooden bed and a table as furniture.

The room was piled with messy daily necessities and garbage, and there was no place to cook.

The two bowls with leftover buns were placed directly in the corner, and you could vaguely see the shadow of a mouse scurrying past.

Wen Xin's mother was lying on the cold cement floor at the moment.

She seemed to have taken drugs again, mumbling dreamlike words.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly, carried her to the bed, and covered her with a piece of clothing.

Then he turned around, but saw Wen Xin holding the sack in her small hands, with a timid expression.

"Brother Fang Cheng, will you dislike me?"

Her eyes flickered, looking at Fang Cheng, and asked in a low voice.

"How could I?"

Fang Cheng was slightly startled.

Seemingly because she received a definite answer, Wen Xin's tense little face obviously relaxed a little.

Before Fang Cheng left, he remembered something, so he instructed again:

"Wen Xin, don't go out tomorrow afternoon, stay at home and wait for brother to come back, okay?"

"Okay."

Wen Xin didn't ask why, and nodded seriously in agreement.

After saying goodbye to her, Fang Cheng quickly went upstairs and walked home.

After passing in front of an iron gate, he suddenly stopped.

After hesitating for a moment, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Brother Cheng, is there anything you need so late?"

After the door opened, Zhou Xiumei's pretty face was slightly red, looking at Fang Cheng in surprise.

Fang Cheng pondered the words, and then said:

"Xiumei, is there something I need you to help me with?"

Standing at the door, listening to Fang Cheng tell the story.

Zhou Xiumei's eyes flickered with crystal light, and she nodded vigorously.

"Brother Cheng, please believe me, I will definitely be able to do this well."