As soon as he thought of this, Duanmu Lei couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement; his college years had been spent studying in this very capital city.
During those four years at university, he hadn’t learned much in the way of knowledge, but he’d mastered every trick and shady tactic going. Soon enough, Duanmu Lei pulled out his phone and contacted someone.
“Hello, Brother Lang, it’s me, I’m Xiao Tao!”
“Xiao Lei? It’s really you! I haven’t seen you since we graduated uni. What’s up, something going on?”
“Nothing much, just haven’t seen you in ages and thought I’d pay my respects to Brother Lang. How about we hit up a spot tonight? I’ll book the place!”
Duanmu Lei squeezed the ten thousand yuan in his hand, instantly feeling more confident.
“There’s a treat like that? Rare to see you still have such a heart. Where are you? I’ll head over soon!”
Duanmu Lei then gave Brother Lang the location over the phone, before quietly waiting there for his arrival.
This Brother Lang, whose real name was Shi Lang, was a local small-time thug in the capital. Duanmu Lei had met him by chance back when he was a student.
At that time, Duanmu Lei’s grades were average, and he’d occasionally fail his end-of-year exams.
But among his classmates, he was living the high life, and part of the reason was this Brother Lang.
Back then, Duanmu Lei had handed over nearly half his living expenses to Brother Lang as tribute, and in return, Brother Lang treated him well.
Wherever they went—whether it was gorging on food and drink or hitting up those shady nightlife spots—Brother Lang always brought him along, practically opening the doors to a whole new world for him.
In no time at all, a Land Rover pulled up, honking at him once.
The impatient Dong Tianyi—
“What are you staring at? Get in the car, kid! What are you standing there for?”
Hearing the honk, Duanmu Lei turned around, his eyes widening instantly. He hurriedly dashed over, opened the door, and hopped in.
“Bloody hell! I didn’t expect you to be doing this well now, Brother Lang!”
“Of course! Didn’t you lot learn something back in school? What’s that saying again—one day apart and you should look through a door crack or something?”
At that moment, Brother Lang was shirtless, sporting a gold chain as thick as his thumb. Sitting in the passenger seat was a long-legged, busty influencer-type with a heavily made-up face. Hearing this, she immediately cozied up to Brother Lang, giggling and flirting nonstop.
“Oi, that’s not how it goes, Brother Lang. It’s ‘a day apart calls for a fresh look,’ and looking through a door crack is for petty people. You got it mixed up!”
Duanmu Lei couldn’t help but quietly correct him. Brother Lang paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.
“Oh, right, right! Look at me, spending all day surrounded by women, my head’s full of nothing but that stuff. So, where do you fancy going this time?”
Shi Lang knew Duanmu Lei’s little schemes well. After all, Duanmu Lei had graduated uni ages ago, and contacting him now could only mean one thing.
“Well… I’ve been away for a few years, so I’m out of touch. Today, I’ll leave it all up to you, Brother Lang!”
With that, Duanmu Lei handed over all the cash Duanmu Qing had just given him to Shi Lang.
Brother Lang squeezed the wad, and a grin spread across his face.
“Since my brother’s here, let’s hit up Renjian Fugui Hua!”
With a roar of the Land Rover’s engine, they soon vanished onto the capital’s streets.
