Everyone in the Group is a Main Character, Except Me Who's the Villain

79: Group admin, you’re the best!!It was obvious that Fang Ming had adopted Chu Feng’s style of dress and appearance.

Chu Feng was 180 cm tall and weighed 151, while Fang Ming was 178 cm and 148.

There wasn’t much difference in their physiques; unless it was someone who spent every day with him, no one would be able to tell Fang Ming was an impostor.

Fang Ming used Chu Feng’s image for two reasons: first, to make Qin Xiao behave a bit and stop using such dirty tricks against a young girl, and second, to see how Qin Xiao would react.

Of course, this plan had been approved by the Soldier King himself; otherwise, Fang Ming wouldn’t have used it.

Hearing Liu Qiang’s words, Fang Ming gave a slight nod.

”It’s me.” His voice remained low, but there was a hint of inexplicable complexity in his tone. ”Long time no see, Uncle.”

”It’s really you? Is it really you, Xiao Feng?!”

Tears immediately streamed down Liu Qiang’s aged face. He scrambled over and grabbed Fang Ming’s arm, crying like a child.

”You’re still alive... You’re still alive! Yao Yao... she misses you every day. She even calls out for her brother in her dreams... I thought you... I thought you were long gone!”

He cried until he was out of breath, his face a mess of snot and tears. He gripped Fang Ming’s hand with all his strength, as if this long-lost nephew would vanish again if he let go.

Fang Ming let him hold on, neither pushing him away nor offering comfort, just standing there quietly.

After a long while, once Liu Qiang’s sobbing had subsided slightly, he finally spoke slowly.

”My story is a long one.”

Fang Ming kept his voice very low. ”It’s not convenient for me to show my face this time. Remember two things.”

Liu Qiang quickly wiped the tears from his face and nodded vigorously. ”Tell me, Uncle will listen to whatever you say!”

”First, don’t ever gamble again.”

Fang Ming’s gaze swept over the messy room and landed on Liu Qiang’s bruised face. ”I can help you this time, but what about next time? Those people are ruthless. If there’s a next time, no one will be able to help you.”

Liu Qiang’s face went pale, and he shook his head like a rattle. ”No more gambling, I won’t gamble even if it kills me. Xiao Feng, Uncle really knows he was wrong this time... I almost ruined Yao Yao!”

”It’s good that you know.”

Fang Ming took his phone out of his pocket and tapped on it. ”Second, don’t tell Yao Yao about my return for the time being.”

”Huh?” Liu Qiang was stunned. ”Why? Yao Yao misses you every day...”

”My current identity is very troublesome.”

Fang Ming interrupted him, his eyes sharp. ”The fewer people who know, the safer she and you will be. Do you understand?”

Looking into his nephew’s bottomless eyes, Liu Qiang felt an inexplicable chill and nodded subconsciously. ”U-Understand! I won’t tell anyone! I’ll take it to my grave!”

”Mhm.”

Fang Ming gave a response, his fingers moving quickly across the phone screen.

A few seconds later, the phone Liu Qiang had tossed onto the broken sofa chimed.

He picked it up blankly and saw a text message about a bank deposit.

[Your savings account ending in 2514 received a transfer of 200,000.00 RMB on August 17th at 22:17. Current balance: 200,123.45 RMB.]

”This... this is?” Liu Qiang’s hand shook, and he almost dropped the phone.

Fang Ming put his phone away and said flatly, ”Take this money. Tomorrow morning... no, tonight, find a hotel. Tomorrow morning, go rent a new place. The further from this shantytown, the better. Change your phone number and don’t let those scumbags from earlier find you again.”

He paused, his gaze fixed on Liu Qiang’s face again, emphasizing every word.

”Uncle, I’ll say it one more time. This money is for you to settle down and live on, not for you to use as a stake to win back your losses. If you can’t control your hands and go gambling again...”

Fang Ming didn’t finish, but the coldness in his eyes made Liu Qiang shudder violently.

”I won’t! Absolutely not!” Liu Qiang swore to the heavens. ”Xiao Feng, don’t worry. If Uncle gambles again, no one else needs to lift a finger—I’ll chop off these hands myself!”

Fang Ming watched him for a few seconds before finally nodding.

”Remember what you said.”

He said no more, turned to pull open the door, and his figure quickly merged into the thick darkness outside, vanishing from sight.

Liu Qiang stood dazed at the doorway, looking at the empty hallway, then down at the long string of numbers on his phone screen. He pinched his thigh hard.

”Ouch!”

It wasn’t a dream.

His nephew Chu Feng, who had been missing for years and was thought to be dead, had really returned?

Not only had he returned, but he had become so... powerful?

Liu Qiang slowly slid down against the doorframe to sit on the floor, laughing and crying at the same time, muttering to himself, ”He’s back... he’s really back... Sister, Brother-in-law, did you see? Xiao Feng is back... he’s made something of himself...”

...Meanwhile, on Fang Ming’s side.

[Ding!]

[Commissioned task from group member ’Soldier King Lone Wolf’ has been completed!]

[Task Name: Lone Wolf’s Relatives]

[Reward: Randomly draw one skill from ’Soldier King Lone Wolf’.]

[Draw successful... Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Firearms Mastery (MAX)]

A vast and precise amount of information flooded into Fang Ming’s mind instantly.

Detailed structural diagrams of countless firearms, disassembly and assembly procedures, ballistic calculations for different environments, the effects of wind and humidity on shooting, and muscle memory for various shooting stances!

From ancient black powder muskets to the latest assault rifles, sniper rifles, and pistols used by modern special forces, and even some conceptual weapon models.

All knowledge and instincts regarding ”guns” were etched into the depths of his consciousness like a brand.

Fang Ming’s footsteps faltered slightly as he left. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the stifling summer night air.

When he opened them again, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

”Although Firearms Mastery isn’t very useful domestically, it’s... better than nothing.”

He scanned a shared bike, went to a public restroom in a nearby park, entered a stall, changed his clothes, and switched back to his own face.

While hailing a taxi from a different direction, he sent a message to Chu Yao.

【.】: ”It’s settled. Those people probably won’t let it go, but I gave your uncle some money and told him to move. There shouldn’t be any problems for a while.”

【Chu Yao】: ”It’s done already?”

【Chu Yao】: ”Thank you, thank you so much.”

【.】: ”You’re welcome. However, your uncle said he won’t gamble anymore. You can’t entirely trust the words of a gambler. Try your best to advise him in the future. If there’s a next time, it will be hard to handle.”

【Chu Yao】: ”Mhm, I will. Thank you, Brother Fang Ming.”

【.】: ”On this account, you should call me Mr. Ming. Delete and resend.”

【Chu Yao】: ”Thank you, Mr. Ming. (Sticking out tongue.jpg)”

【.】: ”Go to sleep early.”

Chu Yao looked at the lines of text on her phone screen, biting her lip. She had a thousand things to say, but couldn’t find the words.

Fang Ming didn’t have time to deal with her.

【Soldier King Lone Wolf】: ”@Nameless Guide group owner, come out quickly and tell me how you managed to look exactly like me?”

【Marvelous Doctor of Chinese Medicine】: ”This Disguise Technique... is too incredible. Even I can’t reach this level. (Thumbs up.jpg)”

【Peking University】: ”Brother Ming, you’re awesome.”

【Abusive Novels Naive Flower】: ”Group Leader Brother, Saikou!! (Adoration.jpg)”