Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Chapter 422: They Were Even

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

As for the man in the suit, his face was extremely charismatic. He narrowed his calm black eyes into slits. His suit jacket was flung on the ground carelessly, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his cuff—made with a gemstone of some sort—was glistening colorfully under the light, which pierced the pig-faced man's eyes.

The man took his suit jacket and looked calmly and deeply at the pig-faced man on the floor with smoking eyes as if looking at a corpse.

Just then, a phone rang.

The man in the suit took out his phone and put it to his ear as he adjusted his sleeves.

"Yes, I'm outside. I ran into a small bug." He spoke into the phone as he stepped on the pig-faced man's body. It could be on purpose or unintentional, but his foot landed on the man's critical area. The pig-faced man was about to scream when a stone flew directly into his open mouth.

"How's the bug?" The man in the suit sneered. "I trampled it to death just now. Do you know that feeling when you put your foot down? A mingled mess of flesh and blood. Wanna try, Du Jingtang?"

The man on the other end of the line blanched and threw the phone away in a hurry.

"What's wrong?" Dong Fangjing walked over and picked up the phone on the floor. "Seen a ghost?"

"Even scarier than a ghost—Chu Lui." He finished by sticking out his tongue and pretending to be a hanged ghost.

"What did he say?" Dong Fangjing placed Du Jingtang's phone on the table, scared that his huge feet would step on it when he wasn't paying attention. If he regretted and went running to him in tears and regret and a mountain of words, Dong Fangjing was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold himself back from strangling him.

Du Jingtang finally kept his expression and sat down. He didn't notice he was sitting on something and continued to speak in a scared voice, "Chu Lui beat someone up, to the point where the flesh and blood were mixed." He shrunk his neck inwards. "I haven't seen him beat someone up for so long. When we were still in school, his destruction level made even the mafia scared of him. In his hands, you're either dead or skinned alive. Eh? What did I sit on that's poking me?"

He reached his hand under his butt and searched around, and then he fished out a phone. The screen was already cracked from bearing the brunt of his weight.

"Ah! My phone, my phone, the phone I spent tens of thousands to buy, the phone that I couldn't get just by spending tens of thousands, the phone that I will never be able to buy again even if I'm rich and have connections! Oh… my phone!"

Dong Fangjing sighed softly at the side. He only had a word to spare for him.

Fate.

After beating someone up to the point where even his own parents wouldn't be able to recognize him, Chu Lui asked the man some questions. He bent down to the ground, and the pig-faced man—whose mouth was stuffed with the rock—cowered behind.

"Brother, Big Brother. I was wrong. I didn't recognize how formidable you are. Please, spare me." He pleaded with his eyes, but it was a pity because he owned a pair of beany eyes instead of watery round eyes. He only looked creepier now.

Yet, was he to blame? His mom had given birth to him like this. If only he was better-looking, he wouldn't have to pilfer and do these indecent acts. He would be earning money with that face of his.

Chu Lui reached his hand into his chest pocket. The pig-faced man trembled like an autumn leaf, his life flashing in front of him. No… no… he didn't want to die.

When Chu Lui pulled his hand out, he was holding a leather wallet. He opened the wallet which was full of name cards and a stack of hundred-dollar bills. He pulled out a few notes without counting and smacked the man's face with these red bills. "Take the money and help me with something. Otherwise, I'll beat you up whenever I see you."

The pig-faced man was fearful of being hit. Even though he had taken hits when he was younger and had his place in the rebellious stage, but it was nothing like today. Everything hurt, even his bones. It was the kind of pain that was unbearable and indescribable.

He nodded profusely. As long as the man let him off, he would even be his grandson—much less do some work for him.

Chu Lui stuffed the bills into the pig-faced man's arms and spoke quietly to him. The pig-faced man's eyes flashed with conflict, and he even appeared troubled. However, in the end, he nodded and complied with it under Chu Lui's threat.

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"Did you complete it?" Mrs. Li received a call from the pig-faced man and immediately rushed over.

The pig-faced man touched his face. His eyes were beany, and his looks were ordinary. When he spoke, the air was filled with his bad breath; and his yellow teeth looked like they haven't been brushed in years. His two front teeth were extremely black.

The wounds on his face had healed slightly, but the corners of his lips were still bruised. He wiped his lips. Just looking at the old lady in front of him made him feel nauseous.

"Give me the money." The pig-faced man spat on the wall and wiped it with his foot. It made Mrs. Li feel like throwing up. It was disgusting. She took out the money and threw it towards him, a look of disgust on her face.

"Bah!" The pig-faced man took the money. He knew how much there was even without counting-just a few hundred. Was she just sending a beggar off? The man had given him a few thousand. For these few thousand, he would even do a pig—much less a woman.

Mrs. Li thought that things were settled after she paid, and they were both even. However, the pig-faced man gave Mrs. Li a once-over with narrowed eyes, making Mrs. Li feel uncomfortable. Even though she was already at an old age and that her figure had gone awry despite her attempts to maintain it, the fats on her tummy and the wrinkles on her face were all that present time had given her. She couldn't reject them. No matter what, she was just an old lady.

Mrs. Li turned on her heels and was about to leave when the pig-faced man stepped forward and blocked her way.

"What are you trying to do?" Mrs. Li clutched her bag to her chest as if the pig-faced man was trying to covet her beauty.

The pig-faced man's eyes twitched. His heart sunk a little more.

"What else? I just want to talk more with Auntie. Even though Auntie is old, you still look fine." He reached his hand out and touched Mrs. Li's face. It wasn't delicate nor smooth, but oily. It was like touching a heap of greasy pork belly, making him lose any interest instantly.