Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 248: Fu Shiyan, the rescuer

Chapter 248: 248: Fu Shiyan, the rescuer

Duan Jianchuan squinted his eyes, a cold aura overflowing, "Wen Zishu, do you think I’m dead, talking about me behind my back right in front of me?"

Wen Zishu curled his lips, "What do you mean talking behind your back? What I said is nothing but the truth!"

Duan Jianchuan’s face darkened.

Seeing that they were about to start arguing again, Shang Junxiao quickly stepped in to mediate.

"Alright, alright, Little Bro, just let Fourth Bro stay to keep me company. He’s really tough in a fight, and since it’s just to prevent accidents, we don’t need him to be particularly caring or attentive," Shang Junxiao said. "Little Bro, you and Third Bro should head back first. I figure Third Bro has other things to do; don’t let him waste any more time."

Only then did Wen Zishu remember Fu Shiyan, who was still waiting downstairs in the car. He touched his nose, somewhat disgruntled, "Fine, then I’ll head back first. Old Shang, if anything happens here, remember to call me immediately."

Shang Junxiao nodded obediently, agreeing.

Wen Zishu turned to leave.

As he passed by Duan Jianchuan, he sneakily flipped him off.

Duan Jianchuan’s brows furrowed.

Wen Zishu immediately opened the door and ran off.

Duan Jianchuan couldn’t help laughing in irritation, "Weak and loves to pretend, wonder who taught him that."

Shang Junxiao didn’t dare to speak.

...

Wen Zishu ran down from the upstairs, got back into the car, and saw Fu Shiyan checking his phone.

As he buckled his seatbelt and started the car, he asked, "Third Bro, what are you looking at?"

Fu Shiyan put away his phone, "Nothing."

No one saw the turned-off phone screen, which showed a chat with Jiangli.

Wen Zishu didn’t think much of it and drove out, "Third Bro, do you think that Old Duan can really take care of Old Shang? I feel like he doesn’t know the first thing about taking care of others."

"In that regard, he’s much better than you," Fu Shiyan said. "Old Duan joined the special forces when he was just seventeen. I think in terms of looking after himself, no one would be more incompetent than you."

Wen Zishu, who had been surrounded by nannies from a young age and never had to lift a finger to do any household chores, was silent. "..."

He felt as if he’d been shot through the heart with a thousand arrows.

He couldn’t help but mutter, "That’s not necessarily true. I think even the Abbot is worse than me, he’s just totally not—"

"What did you say?" Fu Shiyan lifted his eyelids, looking at him with a faint expression.

Wen Zishu, like a cat with its scruff caught, stiffened immediately, "Uh... that is..."

He chuckled sheepishly.

"I, I mean that the Abbot is definitely better at everything than me. Indeed, only I could be the most incompetent. Third Bro is absolutely right," he said.

Fu Shiyan’s expression remained unchanged, "Just focus on driving."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Wen Zishu nodded repeatedly, understanding the unspoken words of Fu Shiyan.

—If you dare to speak ill of Jiangli again, you’re done for.

Thinking of this, Wen Zishu shivered.

He curled his lips, driving towards Fu Shiyan’s home.

Halfway there, however, they encountered a crowd of people blocking the road ahead.

"What’s going on here, why are there so many people?" Wen Zishu asked as he rolled down the window and stuck his head out, calling out, "What are you doing, why are you blocking the road?"

The crowd in front parted slightly, turning to look back at them.

Only then did Wen Zishu and Fu Shiyan see that someone had collapsed on the road, surrounded by a number of people, their condition unknown.

Fu Shiyan frowned slightly and pushed open the car door to get out.

"Third Bro, what are you going to do?"

Wen Zishu called out.

Fu Shiyan didn’t look back.

Wen Zishu, puzzled, followed him out of the car.

Fu Shiyan had already briskly made his way into the crowd.

The one who had collapsed was an elderly man, his hair white, his face ashen, unconscious, but clutching at his chest.

It seemed like a sudden heart attack.

Around them, many onlookers gathered.

Yet, as if afraid of being scammed, no one dared to get too close. Only two young girls were helping by calling for an ambulance.