Chapter 1917 - 63: Meng Fan Takes Action

Ping Qing kicked hard, and the man let out a beast-like howl. His fists and feet rained down on the man, but in the end, Meng Fan stopped him.

"Enough!" Meng Fan grabbed Ping Qing; the man on the ground had already fainted, and he bent down to check his breathing.

Breathing weakly, another blow and his life would be over.

"Thank you." Ping Qing lowered his head and sincerely thanked him.

"Don’t be a stranger." He nodded towards him, beckoning Meng Xingzhi’s assistant Liu Yong from nearby, "Hand this man over to you. Let him serve a life sentence." He originally wanted to say it was no trouble, but worried Ping Qing might overthink it, so he changed his words. If it were Living Yama, there wouldn’t be any overthinking.

Liu Yong displayed a crying expression, "Meng Fan, does he still have a life to serve?"

"Oh!" Meng Fan softly murmured, "Then send him to the Gu Family, hand him over to Gu Yuehong."

Ping Qing’s originally gloomy face couldn’t hold back a smile more awkward than a cry, and Liu Yong felt like dying inside. The two exchanged a look; Ping Qing sympathetically patted his shoulder.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Meng Fan was too cunning, handing the person over to Gu Yuehong... The scene and the Gu Family’s reaction were imaginable.

The gloominess weighing on Ping Qing’s heart for so many days finally dissipated. He joked, "I heard Gu Yuehong likes you? The Gu Family wants to form an alliance with the Meng Family by marriage?"

Meng Fan looked at him with an inscrutable eye, only speaking after a long pause, "So what?"

"...Nothing much."

"Living Yama is here, at Chen Yingjie’s house! You come along with me."

"Sure!"

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The Old Mansion, despite being at a distance, was much livelier during the New Year compared to the new courtyard. Many people had grown up here as children, and during the New Year holidays, they liked to come here to play. Every day, if not gathering at one house, they would go to another for a meal, making the retired old leaders furious.

Thanks to Gao Jinglin’s favor, Gu Yunbo was also invited to join the fun. As 1977 began, despite the cold, there wasn’t much to play with. Mainly, it was just playing mahjong, drinking, and casually chatting.

They all grew up in the courtyard, knowing each other since childhood, yet forming several social circles. Like Meng Fan’s Shen Yu belongs to the top tier, but they didn’t have time to hang out together nowadays. Those who could party wildly were similar to Gao Jinglin, either just appointed as rescue comrades or yet to be appointed.

Today Gao Jinglin took advantage of the old man’s absence, who went to commemorate a teammate, to invite childhood friends over for lunch and secretly brought out the old man’s treasured liquor at noon, leaving the group drinking with relish.

Gu Yunbo was quite amazed; truly, as someone from a noble rescue family, whose drinking abilities couldn’t be matched by ordinary people. Three or four bottles of liquor down, and their faces didn’t even blush.

"Sister Bo, would you like a cup?" Gao Jinglin came over holding a porcelain mug filled with liquor, "This is the last bit, which I specially saved for you. My family’s old man is really a mess; there are fewer hidden bottles at home than elsewhere, embarrassing."

His complaint made Gu Yunbo want to give his family’s old man a beating.

"I don’t drink." Not only was her drinking capability poor, but her drinking manners were awful too.

"Sister Bo, you’re a heroine among women, not yielding to men. Normally, shouldn’t you beat us all from the start?" Gao Jinglin spouted alcohol breath while speaking, making her step back.

Gu Yunbo had a black face.