EWH 16

Xu Wanhe looked at Yang Moshou.

“Come drive.”

Yang Moshou turned his face slightly. “Huh? I don’t know how…”

Xu Wanhe frowned. “What kind of man are you? Can’t even drive?”

Yang Moshou shot back, “So what if you can drive? Real men know how to fuck from behind.”

Xu Wanhe choked on that one. For a second, he had no idea how to respond, so he just started the engine. After a long pause, he finally cursed.

“If there was even one other person around, I wouldn’t be the one driving. You really are something.”

Yang Moshou sat in the passenger seat, buckled up, then casually folded his legs.

“You obviously know how to drive, yet you still ask someone else to do it. You’re not even disabled. What are you being dramatic for?”

Xu Wanhe reached over and smacked him.

“Watch your mouth.”

Yang Moshou rubbed his head and, seeing that Xu Wanhe was about to lose it, quickly tried to smooth things over.

“Your bracelet looks cool.”

Xu Wanhe didn’t look pleased. “It’s a watch.”

Yang Moshou leaned in and took a closer look, finally noticing it was a watch. The face had slid to the inside of his wrist, and the thing was so covered in diamonds that he didn’t catch it at first.

At that moment, Xu Wanhe got a phone call.

Yang Moshou curled up in the passenger seat, scrolling on his phone. Bored out of his mind, he casually opened the glove compartment.

Inside was a gun.

He quickly shut it.

Xu Wanhe hung up the phone, visibly irritated. He reached for his cigarettes and realized the pack was empty. He pulled over to the side of the road, tossed his wallet at Yang Moshou.

“Go buy me a pack.”

Yang Moshou opened the door. “What brand?”

“Huanghelou 1916.”

He opened Xu Wanhe’s wallet and glanced inside. When he saw the ID photo, he suddenly had the urge to turn around and walk away.

But then he remembered his own ID photo wasn’t any better. And Xu Wanhe was clearly not the kind of man who relied on his looks, so it didn’t matter.

After stepping out, Yang Moshou found a small supermarket and bought the cigarettes. On his way out, he bumped into a young guy. His hand slipped, and the wallet fell to the ground, flipping open to reveal a thick stack of cash.

As he bent down to pick it up, a slippered foot stepped down on it.

The guy in front, clearly the leader, raised an eyebrow.

“Hey, I saw it first.”

Yang Moshou looked up at him. “Oh? Thanks. Would you mind picking it up for me?”

One of the guys behind him started yelling. “Bullshit, my big bro said this wallet’s his!”

Yang Moshou rolled his eyes.
“There’s an ID inside. Let’s guess the name on it. Whoever gets it right, gets the wallet.”

The young punk’s face twisted in anger. “Are you fucking mental?”

Yang Moshou nodded. “I’m a neurologist. Got tons of patients with brain issues.”

The guy grabbed Yang Moshou by the collar. “You asking for a beating?”

Yang Moshou grabbed his hand tight and shouted, “Lao Xu!”

The yell startled the punk. “Fuck, what is this, Lion’s Roar? That’s all you got? Brothers, get him!”

Just as he said that, a black Range Rover rolled around the corner. The groups instinctively stepped aside to avoid getting hit before they continued the fight.

But instead of driving past, the car pulled into the empty space they cleared, turned off the engine, and shut off the lights.

The man who stepped out had a face like the bottom of a pot, dark and terrifying.

But to Yang Moshou, he looked drop-dead sexy.