HLM – Chapter 955 Go Apologize

Two tin fishing boats moored one after the other at Tang City Wharf, and a dozen or so fishermen got off, their faces full of displeasure.

Seeing them, a middle-aged man fishing on the dock called out, “Old Du, Baldy, how was the trip? Got a good catch?”

Old Du—the same middle-aged man who had been mocked earlier by Wang Bo and Zhong Dabao—smiled and replied, “Not bad, same as always. Where would my team led by Du Shicheng fall short?”

A nearby angler complimented him, “Right, Boss Du’s an old Tang City sea veteran. If he came back empty-handed, it must mean there are no fish left in the sea.”

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Du Shicheng led his big, burly men away.

Once they were a bit further, the anglers began to discuss among themselves: “Old Sheng, you really have no tact. Can’t you read that guy Du’s expression? He’s talking tough, but I bet this trip was a loss.”

“Definitely a loss. Don’t you know Du Shicheng and Baldy Xu’s temper? If they had caught a lot, they’d have been bragging non-stop.”

“This time, it seems their catch was unusually poor. Look at them—all of them walking like their parents just died…”

“Heh, isn’t that perfect?”

“Yeah, perfect. Let them go to sea with their deadly nets…”

Du Shicheng and the others arrived at the wharf parking lot. A minibus was parked there, and a young man with a horse-like face and oversized headset sat in the driver’s seat, wagging his head.

The weather was cold, and the minibus windows were tightly closed. When Du Shicheng’s group tried to open the door, it wouldn’t budge. Frustrated, the group grew angry.

One bald, burly man kicked the vehicle twice and shouted, “Xiao Ma, open the damn door for me!”

The horse-faced youth, lost in his music, didn’t hear at first. Only when the bus shook from the kicks did he notice them and quickly opened the door.

Du Shicheng pulled him out of the driver’s seat and slapped him hard, sending his headset flying: “Damn it, Ma Guangbiao, do you have any shame?”

The young man glared, ready to retaliate, but seeing the frowning, muscular fishermen, he immediately sobered up.

He said pitifully to Du Shicheng, “Uncle, don’t be so angry. Besides, my mom is your sister. If you hit me, wouldn’t that be… incest?”

“Cough, cough! I’ll hit your ancestors, you little punk!” Du Shicheng was so furious he coughed repeatedly, while the others couldn’t help laughing.

Ma Guangbiao hurried to appease his uncle, joking, “Don’t be mad, don’t be mad! You’re my real uncle. If something happens to you, what about your fishing boats?”

Du Shicheng pushed him away, scowling: “Stop your nonsense! You’re grown up, stop your childish pranks. Listen carefully—show some sense next time, get in the car, we’re leaving!”

Ma Guangbiao asked in confusion, “Leaving? What about the catch? You just got off the boat, didn’t you?”

“A measly catch,” said Baldy Xu coldly.

Ma Guangbiao was shocked: “No catch? It was that bad? Yesterday when I contacted you, you said the haul was huge!”

Du Shicheng frowned and pushed his nephew: “Enough, Biaozi. Don’t ask. Drive, we’re leaving!”

One of the big men worried aloud, “Boss Du, should we call the police? That young guy had a weapon—he’s dangerous.”

Du Shicheng sneered: “Who cares if he’s dangerous? He can’t beat the police. That guy’s done for—the police will definitely…”

“Damn, who’s so arrogant? What kind of weapon? A harpoon, a knife, or a shotgun?” Ma Guangbiao widened his eyes. “I want to see who’s that tough. If my Fourth Brother were here, he’d handle it!”

“Cut it out, Biaozi. We all know what you’ve done,” one big man laughed. “Just drive. You don’t even dare go out to sea, and you’re showing off here?”

Ma Guangbiao stomped the accelerator and shouted back, annoyed, “Xu Lao Liu, what’s your problem? You know what I went through! I get seasick, okay? If you keep yapping, I swear I’ll deal with you!”

The men had all suffered at sea, so tensions ran high. Hearing Ma Guangbiao, the big man threw his jacket aside: “Come on, let’s see what you’ll do. If it weren’t for Boss Du, I’d have sorted you out already!”

The minibus was tense with a strong atmosphere. Du Shicheng slammed his seat and shouted: “Shut up! Too good a mood, huh? Sit down and behave!”

Seeing him angry, Ma Guangbiao and the big man calmed down considerably.

Another fisherman sighed: “Don’t blame Lao Liu. I can’t swallow this either… those underwater chickens…”

“Underwater chickens? You caught underwater chickens?” Ma Guangbiao perked up.

Interrupted, the fisherman frowned, as the underwater chickens were still a sore spot. He said: “Shut up, Biaozi. Drive.”

Baldy Xu spat aggressively and said: “Stop the car, Biaozi. You might need this. You’ve been running with Leng Si for years, you should know plenty of people on the streets, right?”

Ma Guangbiao replied, “Yeah, so?”

“Need you to deal with someone…”

“Hold on,” Du Shicheng waved his hand, looking scheming. “No rush. Biaozi, first go and check out a young guy. Find out who he is. That kid has a handgun!”

“A handgun?” Ma Guangbiao’s heart skipped a beat.

He had indeed run with Leng Si before, but as a low-level thug, he had never touched a handgun, not even a knife more than twice.

Trying to save face, he pretended to be tough: “Tell me, Uncle. What’s this kid like? Any photos?”

“No photos, but he shouldn’t be hard to find. He seems to have a foreign girl as a wife,” Du Shicheng said.

At this, Ma Guangbiao shuddered. A foreign girl…

It immediately reminded him of the incident last year, where a foreign girl was involved. He had gotten beaten badly.

No need to say, Ma Guangbiao was the horse-faced youth who had been shoved into freezing seawater by Wang Bo during the Leng Si incident. Since then, the sea left a deep shadow in his mind.

He had been imprisoned too, but only six months, since he hadn’t done anything major. After release, he joined Du Shicheng.

In truth, he didn’t get seasick—he feared the sea, so he never went fishing.

“That foreign girl was really pretty, perfect figure, blonde hair, long legs, big… waist was particularly slim,” Baldy Xu described eagerly.

Ma Guangbiao trembled hearing this. Others added details, describing Wang Bo and his parents. When someone mentioned “they also have a mixed-race little girl,”

Ma Guangbiao suddenly stood up, face pale: “Uncle, you’d better go apologize. I know who you’re talking about—Leng Si fought him!”