Chapter 20

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Gu Fei usually hated being bothered and did not like to meddle in troublesome matters. But growing up in this area, trouble was enacted on a daily basis. Every sort of dramatic script that usually played out in dramas could be seen here - and matters were only comparatively worse.

When he was bored, he would watch these scenes occur here as if watching a drama on TV, and for a very long time, his inspiration for writing songs for Ding Zhuxin came from these people who were hopelessly, yet desperately, fighting from this bottom level - and to which it goes completely unseen by others.

You watch him fall in despair, yet he seemed to be living full of vigor and laughed that you're too maudlin.

Matters like Li Baoguo getting beaten up by people till he rolled on the ground were commonly seen. The main character was sometimes the same person, sometimes it changed, though none of it was a curious matter.

On normal occasions, he would be here, sitting on the back seat of the bicycle, watching for a while.

But today, he couldn't just sit and watch.

After Jiang Cheng clearly recognized the person to be Li Baoguo, the expression on his face changed so suddenly that Gu Fei didn't know what to make of it - it was unclear to say if he was baffled or confused.

If he was more familiar with Jiang Cheng - the same familiarity level as he had with Wang Jiuri would do - he would definitely pull back Jiang Cheng and refrain him from going up.

This type of situation usually wouldn't cause deaths, neither sides were good people anyhow, and no one was unjustly beaten up. To break a few bones and shed a few drops of blood was to receive a good lesson, sometimes it could also solve a few unsettled matters.

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Jiang Cheng said nothing as he turned in silence and walked toward them - Gu Fei felt an ominous feeling rise up. It was not exactly sympathy, this world had too many people who needed sympathizing, hence, it didn't at all matter who sympathized with who.

It was probably helplessness.

Gu Fei did not know that Li Baoguo once had a younger son, nor did he know if it was as Li Baoguo had claimed - he was sent away because they couldn't afford to raise him. A person like Li Baoguo, it would be of no surprise either if he claimed to have sold off Jiang Cheng.

He could not obtain Jiang Cheng's thoughts on this in any way; his proud temperament drastically stood apart from those who grew up in this place. A person like this, confronted with a scene like this, and a... father like this, only God knew what that would taste like.

Anyhow, he approached them in utter silence and maybe because the relationship he had with Li Baoguo was so foreign to him, he didn't appear to be caught in a mood of anxious bewilderment, nor anger.

Gu Fei stretched his back lazily, and from a distance of a dozen metres away, he too slowly moved his way toward them, pulling his glasses on while at it.

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Jiang Cheng did not try to intervene in the fight, he didn't even speak a word. Throwing his bag against the wall, he walked over, and with one elbow, he smashed it right against the back of the person who was busy kicking Li Baoguo on the head.

Jiang Cheng was definitely familiar with how to use his elbow, his hits were all very powerful too - Gu Fei had experienced it.

With this blow, the person yelled out and flipped around. Gu Fei recognized him to be someone from the steel mill, nicknamed Da Diao[1], yet no one could textually prove whether this name was based on his actual body conditions. These people came to play cards regularly, and normally only allowed themselves to be slick cheats while refraining others.

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