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

80: Why not raise three dogs?Fang Ming using Chu Feng’s identity to help Liu Qiang was the result of a discussion in the Chat Group.

When Fang Ming said he would use Chu Feng’s name to help Liu Qiang, the people in the group were still wondering how exactly he was going to borrow it.

It wasn’t until Fang Ming mentioned disguise and posted a photo of himself after the transformation in the group that everyone realized how incredible his ’Disguise Art’ really was.

【Nameless Guide】: ”Nowadays, many beauty bloggers on the internet can make themselves look like completely different people. Do you guys really need to be this surprised?”

【Soldier King Lone Wolf】: ”Of course we do! Their makeup skills are definitely not as impressive as yours.”

【Marvelous Doctor of Chinese Medicine】: ”Exactly. Especially the time it took to disguise yourself—was it even half an hour? That’s just ridiculous.”

【Peking University】: ”There is always someone better; the weight of that saying is still rising.”

【Nameless Guide】: ”Hehe, this involves my secret, so I won’t tell you. (Grinning face emoji)”

Although the Chat Group was his cheat and everyone in it should be trustworthy, it was still better to keep some things to himself.

After chatting with the others for a while longer, he took a taxi home to sleep.

The night passed in silence.

The next day, around eight in the morning, in the hallway outside the emergency room of Rong City Second People’s Hospital.

Zhu Bin, also known as Brother Bin, had thick gauze over the bridge of his nose and a plaster cast on his left calf. He was slumped on a cold plastic chair, his face as gray and defeated as a dead dog’s.

The two lackeys beside him weren’t doing much better; one had his arm in a sling, while the other’s face was swollen and multi-colored like a pig’s head.

The smell of disinfectant in the hallway was enough to make one’s head throb.

”Brother Bin, how... how are we going to explain this to Brother Biao?” The lackey with the sling leaned in, his voice weak. ”The job was botched, the debt note was snatched, and the three of us were beaten into this pathetic state...”

”Explain? Explain my ass!” Zhu Bin spat, aggravating the injuries on his face and making him grimace in pain. ”Damn it, that monster’s strikes were way too ruthless... I’ve been in the game for over ten years, and I’ve never seen anyone who can fight like that!”

He pulled out a crumpled cigarette pack, shook one out and lit it. Amidst the swirling smoke, the panic in his eyes only grew.

There was no hiding from this.

Yang Biao, known on the streets as Brother Biao, had an explosive temper and used brutal methods; he was famous for not tolerating any failures.

Now that this job was botched, given Brother Biao’s personality, at best it would be a severe beating, and at worst... Zhu Bin didn’t dare think further.

”Fuck!”

After finishing the cigarette, Zhu Bin crushed the butt into the ground. Then, with trembling hands, he pulled out his phone and found the contact saved as ’Lord Biao’.

His finger hovered over the dial button for a full thirty seconds before he finally gritted his teeth and pressed it.

The call was answered quickly.

A gravelly voice filled with clear displeasure came from the other end, with the faint sounds of women’s giggling and mahjong tiles clacking in the background.

”Hello? Bin-zi? It’s early morning; did you get the job done cleanly?”

Zhu Bin’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. ”Biao... Brother Biao... something went wrong.”

The other end of the phone went silent instantly.

Even the background mahjong sounds and women’s laughter stopped.

After a few seconds, Yang Biao’s voice drifted over slowly, yet it carried a piercing chill. ”Something went wrong? What kind of wrong? You didn’t corner the guy? Or that girl didn’t go beg Young Master Qin?”

”No... neither.” Zhu Bin steeled himself and spoke rapidly. ”Chu Yao didn’t show up. A man came instead, saying he was paying the debt for her. We... we wanted to make things difficult for him and demand more interest, but that kid...”

Zhu Bin recounted the events. By the time he finished, Yang Biao had completely exploded.

”What?! The three of you were taken out by some kid who appeared out of nowhere?”

”Yes... yes!”

”I’ll fuck your mother, Zhu Bin!” Yang Biao’s roar nearly shattered the earpiece. ”Did you grow up eating shit? Three of you, with weapons, were taken down by one guy barehanded? And you let him snatch the debt note? What’s the point of me raising you? I’d be better off raising three dogs!”

Zhu Bin was scolded mercilessly, cold sweat soaking the hospital gown on his back as he explained with a mournful face.

”Brother Biao, it’s really not because we’re useless. That kid... that kid is eerie. His movements are as fast as a ghost, and his strength is terrifying. I suspect he’s a Trained Fighter, and a top-tier one at that...”

”Bullshit!” Yang Biao didn’t believe him at all. ”Which famous Trained Fighter in the Chengdu area don’t I know? Stop making fucking excuses! Where are you now?”

”At... at the Second Hospital.”

”Get your ass over here!”

Yang Biao barked an address—a private tea house in the West City he frequented. ”Now! Immediately! Tell me everything clearly! If you dare tell a single lie, I’ll break your remaining leg too!”

Snap!

The phone was slammed shut.

Zhu Bin held his phone, his palms drenched in sweat and his face as white as paper.

”Brother Bin, what do we do?” the pig-faced lackey asked with a trembling voice.

”What do we do? We deal with it!” Zhu Bin gritted his teeth, propping himself up against the wall to stand, his injured leg limping. ”Help me up, we’re going to the tea house... whether we live or die depends on this one final push.”

...At nine in the morning, in the West City, at the Jingxinzhai Tea House.

The tea house had an elegant name, but in reality, it was a mahjong parlor and a transit station for an Underground Bank. The owner was Yang Biao’s sworn brother.

In the innermost private room, smoke filled the air.

Yang Biao was bare-chested, wearing a pair of large floral boxers and flip-flops, sitting dominantly in the main grandmaster’s chair.

He looked to be around thirty-five or thirty-six. He wasn’t tall, but he had a large frame and bulging muscles. A scar ran across his face, slanted from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth, adding a touch of ferocity to his look.

At this moment, his face was so dark it could drip ink. He was fiddling with a pair of glossy walnuts in his hand, which made a ’clack-clack’ rubbing sound that made one’s heart hair stand on end.

Supported by his two lackeys, Zhu Bin limped into the room and collapsed to his knees with a thud.

”Brother Biao...”

”Kneel my ass!” Yang Biao kicked the coffee table in front of him, sending the purple clay tea set clattering. ”Speak. What exactly happened? What did that kid look like? What’s his name? Which path is he from?”

Zhu Bin shuddered and poured out everything like beans from a bamboo tube, recounting the previous night’s events in detail, focusing on the man’s appearance and skills.

”Brother Biao, it’s really not that we were cowards. That bastard was too ruthless. He specifically targeted joints and vital points; he’s definitely a professional!”

As Yang Biao listened to Zhu Bin’s description, the walnuts in his hand turned faster and faster.

This matter was a trap personally ordered by Young Master Qin to force Chu Yao into submission. Now that the trap was broken and the person wasn’t cornered, had they instead stirred up a tough customer?

What Young Master Qin loathed most were things that went off-plan.

”Brother Biao, now... what do we do?” Zhu Bin asked cautiously.

”What do we do?” Yang Biao glared at him and took out his phone. ”How the hell should I know? Wait here! I’ll ask Young Master Qin for his opinion.”

He walked to the window of the private room and dialed Qin Xiao’s number.

The phone rang for a while before being picked up. Qin Xiao’s voice carried the deepness of someone who had just woken up and a trace of subtle irritation. ”A Biao, what is it?”

”Young Master Qin, last night... over at Chu Yao’s uncle’s place, there was a bit of a situation.”

Yang Biao carefully repeated Zhu Bin’s words, emphasizing the two pieces of information: very good at fighting and very young.

The other end of the line fell into a long silence.

It lasted so long that Yang Biao thought the signal had cut out and couldn’t help but say, ”Hello?”

”I see.”

Qin Xiao’s voice finally rang out. It was impossible to tell his mood, but it was several degrees colder than before. ”Bring those useless trash of yours to my villa. Now.”