Chapter 1261 — Watch Her for Me. Huh? Surrounded by His Crowd, Brother Guang Caught Sight of Wei Zhao Standing Beside Ying Ziyu and Stunned

Wei Zhao? How could it be Wei Zhao?

Brother Guang felt an urge to die. Yes, he genuinely wanted to die — had he known Wei Zhao was here, he would never have come; he wouldn't have come even if beaten to death.

Never mind giving up the turf of Fushan Middle School — he would hand over every inch of the North District's turf without a moment's hesitation, and gladly.

This Brother Guang was none other than Zou Ruoguang, the top man of the city's North District. At this moment his face was a sight to behold, and a grim one at that.

Zou Ruoguang knew full well what had become of Zhen Yingjun. So what if Ma Zhu was so formidable? Hadn't Lord Lin beaten him into a cripple? And Lord Lin came through without a scratch, still going strong, still as terrible as ever.

He had heard that Ma Zhu's master was coming down the mountain, but Zou Ruoguang held out little hope. A master? So what? Before the all-powerful Lord Lin, a master was only more punching-bag material.

"Son of a bitch!" Zou Ruoguang seethed with fury and slammed his palm across Nan Feilong's face.

A sharp crack left Nan Feilong reeling, and his men were stunned too. Even most of Zou Ruoguang's own men stood gaping. Only a small handful of Zou's trusted lieutenants had laid eyes on Wei Zhao before and knew what a hard, merciless man he was — they understood perfectly why Brother Guang had gone mad and struck Nan Feilong.

"I... Brother Guang..." Nan Feilong had been knocked silly. Flustered, he clapped a hand over his mouth and mumbled through it: "Brother Guang, it wasn't me — it was that pale-faced pretty boy, he's the one who beat Scar Bear, not me! You've hit the wrong man!"

"He hit well! Hit beautifully! Hit like a song!" Brother Guang jumped, then blurted in a hurry: "The one I'm hitting is you! I didn't hit the wrong man!"

By now even Ying Ziyu and her men were somewhat dumbfounded. What had come over Brother Guang? He had walked straight up and slapped Nan Feilong across the face — had the man lost his mind? But whatever the case, seeing Nan Feilong take a beating gave Ying Ziyu and her men no small satisfaction.

"Huh?" Nan Feilong was more lost than ever. Not the wrong man? Then why on earth had Brother Guang hit him?

"Beat this kid to a pulp! Beat him half to death!" Zou Ruoguang jabbed a finger at Nan Feilong and barked the order at his own men. This Nan Feilong was clearly Wei Zhao's enemy — so there was no need for Lord Lin to lift a finger; he would take care of him himself.

"Yes, sir!" Though many of Zou Ruoguang's men had no idea what was going on, when the boss himself gives the word, who cared who it was — they would just beat him.

And so Nan Feilong was hemmed in at the center of the ring, howling like a ghost.

These men of Zou Ruoguang's were veteran brawlers who knew exactly how to handle a man: they could make him suffer without leaving any visible wounds.

Brother Guang had only said to beat him half to death — not to kill him outright. So none of them dared to strike too hard.

"You. Come here." Wei Zhao beckoned to Zou Ruoguang.

Zou Ruoguang jumped, his heart in his throat. His face twisted in agony, yet he did not dare disobey Wei Zhao; he could only edge forward, step by careful step.

"Lord Lin, you've come! You see, in the North District there are still some unsightly little thugs making trouble in front of Lord Lin — that's my lax management! I beg your forgiveness!" Zou Ruoguang lowered his posture as far as it would go, and he had no choice but to.

Zou Ruoguang knew exactly what sort of man Wei Zhao was: if Wei Zhao wanted to ruin you, he didn't even have to kill you — he could leave you alive, with a heart already dead.

Ying Ziyu stared in disbelief, eyes wide. How could Brother Guang, the top man of the North District, be so groveling before Wei Zhao? Had Wei Zhao beaten him up too, perhaps?

"Spare me the nonsense." Wei Zhao frowned. "No need to explain — I've no intention of holding anything against you. Since you're here, I have a job for you."

"Lord Lin, just say the word! Leave it to me — rest assured, it'll be done!" The moment he heard Wei Zhao had business for him, Zou Ruoguang thumped his chest in guarantee. This was a golden chance to mend fences with Wei Zhao; if he fumbled that, he'd be a fool.

"That Nan Feilong — crippling him will do. No need to kill him." Wei Zhao jerked his chin toward Nan Feilong, who was being beaten half to death by a knot of Zou Ruoguang's men.

After all, Zou Ruoguang was only a small-time thug; killing a man in public would likely bring the authorities down on him, and Wei Zhao had no wish to drag him into that.

"Yes, sir!" Zou Ruoguang nodded hastily, then spun around and roared at his men: "Hear that? Lord Lin says cripple that Nan Feilong! Kick him in the crotch!"

The men answered at once, and Nan Feilong let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered...

The corner of Ying Ziyu's mouth twitched again. This Wei Zhao was ruthless enough. But strangest of all — how could he possibly give orders to Zou Ruoguang?

"Lord Lin, is there anything else you need of me?" Zou Ruoguang was a little puzzled. If all it was, crippling Nan Feilong — Wei Zhao could have done that himself. Simple enough, just like the way Scar Bear had been put down; Wei Zhao had made it look effortless.

"Mm, there is." Wei Zhao seized Ying Ziyu by the collar, hauled her in front of him, and said to Zou Ruoguang: "Do you know her?"

"I do — Ying Ziyu, Fushan Middle School, the big sister of the third gang." Zou Ruoguang didn't know what Wei Zhao was after, but Wei Zhao and this Ying Ziyu seemed somehow close; so, not wishing to commit himself, he gave her a dry, utterly emotionless introduction.

Naturally Zou Ruoguang knew Ying Ziyu — he had even coveted her once. But on second thought, a little wild girl like that had probably been passed around by any number of men, and so his interest had cooled.

"Good. From now on she is my little sister, and I mean for her to hit the books. Keep an eye on her for me — if you catch her running wild in the streets again, call me at once." Wei Zhao instructed.

"No problem!" Zou Ruoguang thought to himself: thank god he had never laid a hand on Ying Ziyu, or Wei Zhao might well have kicked him into a eunuch today! He wiped the sweat from his brow, paid no heed to Ying Ziyu's murderous glare, and answered straight away: "No problem — leave it to me! Leave this business to me from here on. In the underworld of the North District, nobody's intelligence is sharper than mine. Rest assured, Lord Lin — I guarantee that Miss Ziyu will be studying every single day! If not, hold me accountable!"

Zou Ruoguang was overjoyed. To run errands for Wei Zhao was the greatest stroke of luck imaginable. He had been racking his brains over how to draw close to Wei Zhao; now here it was — serving Wei Zhao himself, the Zou family could count as his nominal running dogs, and surely Wei Zhao would not turn on his own people?

That meant the Zou family was safe! At the thought, Zou Ruoguang wanted nothing so much as to break the good news to his old man, Zou Tiandi, at the very first moment. Zou Tiandi lived in a permanent state of dread, forever terrified that Wei Zhao would think of the Zou family again and come knocking to settle scores.