BPIFC -Volume 1 – Chapter 189 A Meal Invitation

Seeing that Che Qianzi was happily shaking hands with the big white dog, Yang Xiao glanced over and gave a slightly embarrassed smile.

“He’s just a kid. If I bully him, isn’t that just picking on the weak? And there are people coming and going here—doing something to a small kid like this would be embarrassing…”

Wu Rendi gave him a sideways look with his usual cold expression.

“Do I have any face left?”

After saying that, the white-haired man rolled his eyes, turned around, and left the rooftop.

Watching Wu Rendi’s back disappear, Yang Xiao could only shake his head helplessly—then suddenly, he leapt straight off the rooftop.

Che Qianzi was squatting on the ground teasing the dog. This time, Yin Bai had restrained itself out of respect for Sun Desheng and didn’t immediately explode—it only occasionally bared its teeth at the half-grown kid in front of it, showing its displeasure.

At that moment, Yang Xiao suddenly dropped from the sky.

Caught off guard, Che Qianzi jumped in shock and fell flat on his backside. After seeing who it was, he stood up, brushed off the dirt, and said:

“Old Yang, what’s wrong with you? Planning to jump off a building? That’s some serious life issues… What, did your wife run off with the class representative?”

Before he even finished speaking, Yang Xiao flipped his palm.

A large copper nail appeared in his hand, and he was about to throw it.

That movement instantly startled both Sun Desheng and Che Qianzi.

“Old Yang, don’t mess around! My brother just doesn’t know how to talk—give me some face!” Sun Desheng shouted quickly.

At the same time, Che Qianzi changed.

As if sensing a lethal threat, his entire aura shifted. His hair stood on end, a faint mist-like energy spreading from every pore of his body. Most strangely, his expression twisted into a faint, eerie smile at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this change, Yang Xiao flicked his wrist and shot the copper nail forward.

Che Qianzi dodged—but the next second, a voice came from behind him.

“Looking where?”

“I’m behind you.”

A heavy force struck the back of Che Qianzi’s head. He didn’t even have time to groan before collapsing unconscious to the ground.

“Yang Xiao, are you tired of living?!” Sun Desheng rushed over in panic to check him. Fortunately, Che Qianzi still had faint breathing—he hadn’t been killed.

Seeing Sun Desheng’s cold sweat, Yang Xiao sighed.

“Sorry, Big Saint. He’s fine. He’ll just need to stay in the ICU for a couple days. I held back.”

“No choice—I was ordered from above. Your brother has talent, but he lacks real combat experience.”

“If he recovers, I can teach him some proper techniques. The dirty tricks—eye gouging, throat grabs, groin kicks—won’t work in real fights.”

Seeing Che Qianzi was not in mortal danger, Sun Desheng gave Yang Xiao a strange smile.

“Old Yang… I advise you—this time you’ve really caused a disaster no one can save you from. You might want to go abroad and lie low for a few years.”

Yang Xiao smiled casually.

“I know he has backing. But I was acting on Wu Rendi’s order this time.”

“Tell your brother to fix his attitude. He’s too sharp-tongued. Without the strength to match, he shouldn’t act like that.”

After speaking, Yang Xiao took out a phone and called an ambulance.

Not long after, the ambulance arrived and took Che Qianzi away. Sun Desheng followed along to the hospital.

Watching the stretcher being pushed into the ICU, he sighed helplessly and called his wife.

“A-Yi… I’m back. Let’s talk about something—should we invite Uncle Wu for a meal?”

…

Meanwhile, back at the Supervision Bureau, Sun Desheng, Che Qianzi, and others had just returned.

On the hospital bed, Che Qianzi was still under observation in the ICU.

Sun Desheng left the hospital after arranging for Shen La to take over watching him.

He got into Shen La’s car and was about to leave when—

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

“Leaving Wu Rendi’s son in the hospital… are you really at ease?”

Sun Desheng froze.

Looking into the rearview mirror, he saw a white-haired man sitting in the back seat.

It was Guang Ren.

Expressionless, Guang Ren stared at him and said again:

“It seems even Wu Rendi himself doesn’t know he has a son. Tell me—what is going on?”

Sun Desheng quickly recovered, smiling.

“Your information network is really something. I only confirmed it this morning.”

“If you’re so well-informed, then you already know more than I do.”

Guang Ren ignored his joking tone.

“I’m asking you. How did Wu Rendi end up with a son?”

Sun Desheng scratched his head.

“How would I know? I didn’t exactly watch him have a child.”

After a long silence, Guang Ren said:

“Tell me everything you know. Do not hide anything.”

Reluctantly, Sun Desheng explained everything.

When he finished and turned around again—

The back seat was empty.

Guang Ren had already disappeared.

Sun Desheng let out a bitter laugh.

Then he picked up the phone and called Huang Ran in Hangzhou.

“Old Huang, stop investigating. I’ve already found the owner of the buckle…”

“…Also, let’s arrange something. We should invite Wu Rendi to a meal…”