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

200: Chapter 200 The Feeling of Having Someone to Rely OnGu Qinghe was indeed frightened.

After the two of them had finished eating, it was only half-past seven when they returned.

Originally, Fang Ming only needed to drop her off at the bottom of her rental building, but for safety’s sake, he accompanied her upstairs.

At the door of Unit 302, red paint and dead rats—seeing the scene before her, Gu Qinghe turned pale with fright.

”It’s... it’s them.” Gu Qinghe’s voice trembled. Aside from fear, there was even more anger. ”It must be that Song Minghui who hired someone to do this. It couldn’t be anyone else.”

As she spoke, she reached for her phone.

Fang Ming reached out and gently pressed down on her wrist. ”Do you want to call the police?”

Gu Qinghe looked up, her eyes slightly red. ”They’ve brought their bullying right to my doorstep. I can’t just...”

”Calling the police is useless.” Fang Ming interrupted her in a calm tone. ”There’s no surveillance in the residential area, and no cameras in the alley. What would you tell the police? That someone splashed paint on your door? What can the police do when they get here? Take a statement, and then what?”

Gu Qinghe opened her mouth but found herself speechless.

She knew Fang Ming was telling the truth.

In an old district like this, the result of calling the police for such matters would be nothing more than a registration, followed by silence. Those people hadn’t even shown their faces; there was nowhere to even begin an investigation.

”Then what should I do?” Her voice softened, tinged with a bit of resentment. ”Am I supposed to just let them bully me like this?”

Fang Ming withdrew his hand and looked at the situation before him, his voice devoid of any emotion. ”It’s fine. Just some low-life tactics. Leave it to me.”

Splashing paint, leaving dead rats? These kinds of tricks were things his original self had directed a bunch of hoodlums to do back when he was in school.

Now, he had long since undergone a complete transformation; dealing with them was practically a dimensional strike.

”You...” Gu Qinghe knew Fang Ming was here to help, knew he was Gu Bai’s friend, and knew he was very capable. But standing here now, hearing his matter-of-fact, calm tone, a strange feeling suddenly welled up in her heart.

It felt like... she didn’t have to carry the burden alone anymore.

Over the years, since her parents passed away and she started raising her younger brother alone, she had carried everything herself.

Work, rent, Gu Bai’s tuition, daily life, illnesses, those difficult clients, those disgusting men... no one had ever shielded her.

She was used to it.

But now...

”They know where you live. It’s best not to stay here tonight.”

Fang Ming had already looked away and pulled out his phone to check the time. ”Make do with a hotel for one night. I’ll have someone come to clean up tomorrow.”

”Hey...” Seeing that Gu Qinghe hadn’t reacted after he spoke, Fang Ming prompted her, ”What are you dazing off for? Hurry inside and pack your things. I’ll take you to a hotel.”

Gu Qinghe snapped out of it and nodded quickly. ”Oh, oh... okay.”

She hurriedly took out her keys, avoiding the paint and dead rats, used a tissue to wrap the doorknob, and opened the door to go inside.

The apartment was small, a compact two-bedroom, one-living room unit that was kept clean and tidy. She quickly grabbed a few changes of clothes and stuffed them into her bag, then took her charger and toiletries.

She left, closed the door, and followed Fang Ming out of the stairwell. The night breeze blew over, carrying the unique atmosphere of the old city.

Looking at the figure walking unhurriedly beside her, she suddenly felt that tonight’s events didn’t seem as bad as she had imagined.

Was this... the feeling of having someone to lean on?

She pursed her lips, suppressed the thought, and quickened her pace to keep up with Fang Ming.

...

For safety’s sake, Fang Ming didn’t have her stay at the same hotel where he kept his luggage, but instead arranged for her to stay at a hotel near the company.

After confirming the room had no surveillance or listening devices, he added her contact information and left in a hurry by himself.

Eleven o’clock at night, Yang City East District, Jinzun International KTV.

In Private Room 808 on the third floor, the lights were dim and hazy. A music video for an old song played on the large screen, the volume turned down low, unable to drown out the laughter and noise in the room.

Seven or eight people were sprawled haphazardly on the sofas. The coffee table was covered with empty wine bottles and fruit platters, and cigarette butts were piled like a small mountain in the ashtray.

The man sitting near the center was twenty-five or six years old, with a neat buzz cut and regular features. He wore a tight black short-sleeved shirt, and the muscle lines on his arms were smooth. He had no tattoos and didn’t look like a gangster; instead, he looked more like a fitness coach.

His name was Huang Jun, a low-level leader of an underground group in Yang City called the ’Green Snake Gang.’ He managed over a dozen men and was responsible for guarding venues, collecting debts, and handling some dirty work that couldn’t be brought to light.

”Brother Jun, come on, let’s have a drink!”

A young man nearby with dyed yellow hair approached with a raised glass, a smile plastered on his face.

Huang Jun glanced at him sideways, picked up his own glass of foreign liquor, clinked it, and downed it in one go.

Yellow Hair finished his drink in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and began to brag. ”Brother Jun, I went to the west side of the city yesterday for some business. Guess who I ran into? That grandson Old Yang. He used to be so arrogant, but now he takes a detour when he sees me, hahahaha—”

”Impressive,” Huang Jun responded casually, while tightening his grip on the girl beside him.

The girl, wearing a sequined camisole dress and heavy makeup, leaned against Huang Jun, using a toothpick to spear a piece of watermelon and holding it to his mouth.

Huang Jun opened his mouth and ate it, patted her waist, and fixed his gaze on his phone screen.

[Young Master Song]: ”Brother Jun, is that matter settled?”

The corner of Huang Jun’s mouth twitched as he typed with one hand.

[Huang Jun]: ”Don’t worry, Young Master Song. The task you assigned will definitely be handled perfectly.”

He pulled up two photos: red paint splashed all over the door and three dead rats placed at the entrance. Under the dim yellow light, it was truly a shocking sight.

[Huang Jun]: ”I’ve sent you the photos. See the results for yourself.”

The other side quickly replied with a thumbs-up emoji.

[Young Master Song]: ”Brother Jun, you’re reliable. The money will be in your account tomorrow.”

Huang Jun replied with an ”OK,” tossed his phone onto the coffee table, picked up his glass, and took another sip.

A skinny guy nearby leaned in and asked in a low voice, ”Brother Jun, is it that Young Master Song again? What’s the job this time?”

”Small matter, just scaring someone,” Huang Jun said nonchalantly, his eyes on the flickering music video on the screen.

The skinny guy chuckled twice. ”That kid is rich and generous. It’d be great to have more fat sheep like him.”

”Fat sheep?” Huang Jun sneered and glanced at him. ”That kid is shrewd. He only acts tough in school because of his family background. Outside? Heh, he’s just an ATM.”

He set down his glass, leaned back into the sofa, and pulled the girl close again.

”Come on, let’s keep drinking. We won’t stop until we’re drunk tonight.”

The atmosphere in the room became lively again. Some were playing drinking games, some were singing. Yellow Hair found a dice cup from somewhere and called everyone to start a game.

Huang Jun squinted his eyes, his hand gently stroking the girl’s waist, while his mind began to calculate how to spend the money once it arrived tomorrow.

Just then, the door to the private room was pushed open a crack, and a lackey poked half his head in.

”Brother Jun.”

Huang Jun turned his head, his brow furrowing slightly. ”What is it?”

The lackey walked in, leaned over to his ear, and whispered, ”There’s a middle-aged man outside who says he has a big business deal he wants to discuss with you.”

”Big business?” Huang Jun raised an eyebrow. ”It must be the one who called earlier. Let him in.”

”Alright!”