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The fourth pot of tea was served, and the Thai Person could only continue drinking, but his movements had slowed significantly. It was evident that he was very angry. I vaguely sensed that this Thai Person might not fully understand Second Uncle's background. Perhaps he had seen Second Uncle before and knew he was a Dealer, but he lacked insight into his true nature. Especially last night, although he saved us, his attitude felt like charity. It seemed that if we did not show our gratitude, he would be ready to kill at any moment.
Watching Second Uncle pour tea for everyone cup by cup, Hu Xiaoyi and Qin Zhenzhen instinctively glanced at the tea cups in front of them and decisively moved them aside.
After a few more minutes, there was another knock on the door, and a group of over ten people walked in. Some were familiar faces from the hospital room, while others were strangers. The newcomers' expressions changed slightly upon seeing us wrapped in bandages.
The Thai Person turned to look at him and then set down his tea cup, intending to stand up.
Second Uncle glanced at him and asked, "Did I tell you to get up? Please drink your tea."
Perhaps feeling more confident with his people around, the Thai Person didn't say anything offensive; he just stared at Second Uncle in silence and did not reach for the tea cup. Judging by his round belly and ashen face, it seemed this man would never want to drink tea again.
Second Uncle waited for over ten seconds; seeing no one speak or move their cups, he chuckled softly, set down the teapot, and calmly uttered one word: "Hit."
The burly men who had been waiting nearby immediately raised their clubs and charged at those few individuals with fierce blows. These men were experienced fighters, ruthless in their methods, targeting joints and bones. Often, one strike would leave a person unable to stand.
The newcomers were instantly knocked to the ground; they likely hadn't even realized what had happened.
From offering tea to attacking people, Second Uncle took only a few minutes, yet it felt like it happened in an instant. He embodied the old Chinese saying: this person turns hostile faster than flipping a page!
What was even more surprising was that while those who came later were beaten up, no one touched the Thai Person who hadn’t drunk any tea. Second Uncle tapped on the table and said to the Thai Person with a friendly demeanor, "Please drink your tea."
The Thai Person could hardly swallow; both physically and mentally, he could no longer accept this cup of tea. After waiting for a moment without any response from him, Second Uncle sighed and shook his head. He stood up and walked in front of the Thai Person, asking, "Do you know me?"
The Thai Person's face showed indescribable anger as he gritted his teeth and replied, "I know you, but I don't understand you..."
"That's enough," Second Uncle interrupted him and then turned back to wave at Qin Zhenzhen. Qin Zhenzhen dared not approach; over there, people were being beaten so badly that blood was everywhere. Several individuals lay on the ground bleeding profusely, filling the room with a metallic scent. Hu Xiaoyi and Qin Zhenzhen turned pale with fear, trembling uncontrollably as if they wanted to escape immediately.
Seeing her hesitation to come over, Second Uncle chuckled and said, "You silly girl, what are you afraid of? Speak up; how do you want to punish this person?"
Listening to Second Uncle's calm tone, I suddenly recalled that after Zhang Qichao's death, Grandpa had asked similar questions when he had captured Ajan and the Chief Superintendent's son. At that time, Zhang Qichao's parents did not realize how ruthless Grandpa could be, so driven by their resentment, they said that man deserved to die.
Then, Grandpa had someone kill them.
Now, Second Uncle was asking almost the same questions in this situation. From his gaze, I saw cold-bloodedness and decisiveness. It was certain that if Qin Zhenzhen said that the person should pay with his life, Second Uncle would not let him live until tomorrow.
I had previously said that in some ways, Second Uncle was very much like Grandpa. Although many people viewed the composed Second Uncle as a representation of a mature man, I had to admit that he aligned more with my appreciation and aesthetic for men. He inherited Grandpa's iron-blooded military demeanor from the war while also blending in the cunning and shrewdness of a modern businessman. Opposing him was truly a painful experience; I knew this all too well.
After Second Uncle asked three times, Qin Zhenzhen finally trembled and spoke up, saying, "Let it go..."
Second Uncle seemed somewhat surprised. He glanced at Hu Xiaoyi, who was keeping his head down and dared not speak, and suddenly said in irritation, "That kid, what do you think we should do? Your girlfriend almost got assaulted; shouldn't we take revenge?"
Hu Xiaoyi slightly raised his head and also trembled as he said, "He... he... Qin Zhenzhen said to let it go..."
Second Uncle slammed the table in anger: "You young people have no fire in you at all! At least say something like 'kill him' or 'tear him apart'! Damn it, let's have some tea!"
Second Uncle picked up a cup and handed it to the Thai Person. Naturally, the Thai Person did not want to take it, but Second Uncle said, "Drink this cup of tea, and your matter with her will be settled."
Hearing this, the Thai Person looked back at the few people still being beaten and then gritted his teeth to accept the cup. He really couldn't drink it; a small cup of tea spilled out from the corner of his mouth. Even then, he almost vomited.
Second Uncle casually tossed aside the cup and said, "Alright, now that you have nothing to do with her anymore, let's settle our accounts."
The Thai Person was taken aback; perhaps he thought that Second Uncle's mention of settling accounts referred to the entire matter. In reality, given Second Uncle's character, how could he easily brush things aside?
He clapped his hands, and the seven or eight big men immediately stopped what they were doing and moved aside with their bloodied clubs. Second Uncle walked up to one of them, grabbed his hair, and said, "Hand over those guys from yesterday; you can leave now."
The man had already been beaten to a pulp and was barely conscious; he couldn't even speak. At that moment, holding his stomach and looking pale as if he had liver disease from holding back the tea was the Thai Person who said, "They have already left."
Second Uncle stood up and looked at him, saying, "I don't want to know where they went; just hand over those people and this matter will be over."
"This has nothing to do with the boss; I'm responsible for hosting them..." the Thai Person said.
Second Uncle let out a sound and suddenly snatched a stick from someone nearby, swinging it down towards the Thai person. The man, already filled with tea, had no strength left to resist; as he bent over from the blow, he couldn't help but vomit. Second Uncle yelled while hitting, "Is what I'm saying so hard to understand? Hand over the person! Do you understand Chinese?"
The man fell to the ground, clutching his head in pain. Although it seemed satisfying, I knew Second Uncle was injured and shouldn't be acting violently. I quickly took the stick from his hands and held him back. Second Uncle, panting heavily, pushed me away and kicked the man twice. He threw the stick on the ground, holding his side, and said, "Damn it, that hurts like hell!"
I almost found it amusing; it's rare to see someone hurt themselves while hitting another person.
However, I also felt that Second Uncle's behavior was inappropriate. Although this Thai person had initiated the conflict and hadn't shown enough respect to Second Uncle, calling in their leader for a beating seemed excessive—almost like an unwarranted disaster. But as Second Uncle said, if a child misbehaves, it's the parent's fault. If a member of a force makes a mistake, should they not hold those in power accountable?
This reasoning was indeed somewhat unreasonable but had a hint of twisted logic. I couldn't argue with Second Uncle and could only advise him to refrain from taking matters into his own hands.
At that moment, several people walked into the room. Some of them were carrying items, and after entering, they spoke a few words to Second Uncle. Furious, he cursed those bastards for running away quickly! Subsequently, these individuals handed over what they were carrying to Ajan Master, who had been sitting silently on the sofa.
Ajan Master took some of the items one by one, opened them to take a look, and then nodded. Among them was Barulan, who received several strands of hair. I immediately deduced that they must be planning to perform some kind of ritual.
Thinking about it, Second Uncle's style of doing things is always meticulous. He must have considered the possibility that these people would leave and thus sent someone to collect these items.
The Ajan took their items and left the room; they probably went to find a place to conduct their rituals. Second Uncle sat back down in his chair and sipped some tea.
As the door closed behind them, those lying on the ground in agony were helped up. They were interrogated one by one about their backgrounds and specific identities from last night.
Soon enough, the answers came out. These individuals were members of an armed group from abroad; not only did they have their own arms factory, but they also controlled drug sources and had connections with the Golden Triangle region.
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