Chapter 979: You’re Just a Street Brawler

After his conversation with Tang Jia ended, Yang Qi continued delivering packages that afternoon.

He felt a little hollow inside. It wasn’t because he had reported Tang Jia and sent him to prison, nor was it guilt or regret.

He didn’t regret it at all. In fact, this was what Tang Jia wanted.

The hollow feeling came from the fact that he didn’t have many good friends to begin with.

This time, the friend he’d been closest to was going in, and probably wouldn’t be coming back out. That left him feeling hollow.

Looking back over his life, he felt that it had been pretty empty, too.

A little after seven that evening, his shift ended.

Yang Qi usually went to Snow King for coffee, but this time he went to its rival, the deer, and spent a dozen yuan on a cup.

Yang Qi drank coffee, or coffee-flavored drinks, with the same gusto Fang Xiao drank alcohol.

After dinner, he went and bought another cup of coffee.

Then he wandered the streets alone for a while before going to a karaoke bar.

He sang for a little over an hour, then left.

It was now a little after ten at night.

On the rooftop of Building No. 2 at Alice Apartment.

Standing at the edge of the rooftop, Yang Qi drank his coffee and gazed at the distant nightscape.

His mental state was especially wired right now.

Even so, he kept drinking coffee.

He was already addicted to it.

At that moment, his left ear twitched slightly.

He turned his head and saw that someone else had come up to the rooftop behind him.

Taking a closer look out of the corner of his eye, he saw a very young man, no older than twenty.

The young man held a cup of iced milk tea and kept taking long pulls through the straw, but his eyes remained fixed on Yang Qi, who was standing at the rooftop’s edge.

Before long, he reached the edge, too. The two of them leaned against the concrete wall, a little over a meter apart.

The young man spoke up. “Let me introduce myself. I’m Ling Feng. You’re Yang Qi, right?”

Yang Qi continued drinking his coffee. “Yeah. What do you want?”

Ling Feng stopped drinking and set his milk tea on the concrete wall at the edge of the rooftop.

Facing Yang Qi, he said calmly, “You’re a real master at keeping out of sight. I’ve been looking for you all day.”

Yang Qi finished the coffee in his hand and turned his head. “And?”

“Actually, I’m not the one looking for you. Jiang Ran is. He has something he wants me to give you.”

Ling Feng’s pants pocket bulged as if it were stuffed with things. He pretended to search through it while stepping closer to Yang Qi.

“Jiang Ran’s looking for me?”

Yang Qi paused, slightly taken aback, and stepped backward.

Ling Feng took a step forward, and Yang Qi took one back.

After they’d done this for more than a dozen steps, Ling Feng looked up, seemingly unable to keep up the act any longer. “Why are you backing away?”

Yang Qi said, “Why are you coming closer?”

“I have something for you. Jiang Ran asked me to give it to you.”

“Enough with the self-deception. What era do you think this is? If he wanted to give me something and couldn’t find me, he could just message me. Why would he need someone else to deliver it?”

“What are you really trying to do?”

The hand Ling Feng had tucked into his pants pocket came out.

He was holding a square plastic object.

It was very thin, with serrated edges on all four sides, so it could be torn open easily to get what was inside.

“Jiang Ran said he likes you, so he wants to have a go with you.”

With a flick of his fingers, he sent the condom in his hand flying toward Yang Qi.

At the same time, Ling Feng drew the dagger he had prepared behind his waist and lunged at Yang Qi with a vicious stab.

But Yang Qi was very skilled and had been ready for him. He grabbed the condom with one hand and kicked the hand holding Ling Feng’s dagger.

That interrupted Ling Feng’s charge for the moment.

Taking advantage of that, Ling Feng stopped and cried, “Yayayaya! You’re really cautious. I absolutely hate people like you, people who are so cautious.”

“You and that Jiang Ran are both people I hate.”

Tearing open the plastic packaging in his hand, Yang Qi had initially thought it contained a disposable glove. But when the sticky, greasy object came out, he hadn’t expected it to actually be a condom.

“Are you sick?”

Yang Qi put the condom back in its torn wrapper, then slipped it into his pocket.

Ling Feng was so baffled by this that he didn’t even notice Yang Qi calling him sick.

He asked in surprise, “Why are you keeping that thing?”

Yang Qi said, “It’s new. Throwing it away would be too wasteful.”

Ling Feng said, “Oh. So you’re pretty thrifty.”

“That’s a good quality.”

Yang Qi brought the conversation back to the point. “From the way you’re acting, you’re planning to hurt me?”

Ling Feng twirled the dagger in his hand. “Yeah.”

“Why?”

“There are plenty of reasons, but one of them is this.”

“You once saved a guy who’d been stabbed in the lower back. If you hadn’t saved him, he would’ve died for sure.”

“The guy who was stabbed in the lower back? You mean him…”

“I saved him, called an ambulance, and went with him to the hospital. But then he repaid my kindness with betrayal. He pretended to invite me to dinner and tried to hurt me.”

He was talking about Zhang Le, the maker of musical instruments from human bones.

“I didn’t realize you were the one who stabbed him.”

Yang Qi suddenly understood.

Ling Feng said, “Hopefully, you won’t get another chance next time.”

He advanced step by step, holding the dagger in a reverse grip.

His whole demeanor changed abruptly. The calm and collected look vanished, replaced by a tense, serious air.

He was completely focused, like a leopard watching its prey.

Yang Qi beckoned him with a finger. “Come on. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Ling Feng lunged forward.

His dagger thrust in.

Since Yang Qi had no weapon, in their ensuing rooftop fight, he gave ground again and again, dodging and evading, focusing almost entirely on defense.

Before long, three minutes had passed.

Ling Feng’s dagger hadn’t landed a single blow on Yang Qi.

Though only three minutes had passed, the fight had taken a heavy toll on Ling Feng. In that short time, he was already panting, sweat beading on his forehead.

Yang Qi, on the other hand, looked perfectly at ease.

He even remarked casually, “After those three minutes, I can tell. You’ve just been teaching yourself some crude street brawling. You’d definitely have no problem dealing with ordinary people.

“But against someone like me, who’s had professional training, you’re still way out of your depth.”

Ling Feng straightened up and took a deep breath.

“Oh, professional training? You pay for lessons?”

Yang Qi couldn’t help laughing. “You don’t learn much in places like that.”

Ling Feng began slowly backing away. After only three minutes of fighting, he’d already confirmed that he was no match for the man in front of him.

“Trying to leave? Then go ahead.”

Yang Qi could see right through Ling Feng’s attempt to leave. He merely waved him off, generously letting him go.

Ling Feng backed away cautiously, and then disappeared from the rooftop.

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