Peerless Martial Expert in the City
Chapter 586 - 582: Situ Wants to Leave

Chapter 586: Chapter 582: Situ Wants to Leave

Chapter Five Hundred Eighty-Two: Situ Is Leaving

"Damn it, this bastard, who the hell does he think he is!"

"Exactly, fuck, isn’t he just a country bumpkin? Isn’t it just because he knows how to fight a bit? And he even dares to lecture us, sooner or later we’ll kill him!"

"Right, looking at him, he’s only a few years older than us at best, fuck, speaking with such an old and preachy tone, as if he’s really something special. We should check his background and take him down!"

"..."

The youths who had been struck with awe by what Xiao Yi had said about settling accounts, contemplating his words, now became infuriated upon hearing his last condescending sentence, and seeing his straight and proud back as he seemed to express his disdain for them.

After all, these youths were all hot-blooded and had grown up coddled and privileged. Although Xiao Yi’s words had touched their souls, their sentiment was now extinguished by a sense of being looked down upon.

"Shut up!"

Just as they were in an uproar, full of excitement, a cold shout suddenly resounded.

The fatty, who had been silent, suddenly raised his head. Looking at Xiao Yi’s departing figure with an unpredictable face, he sneered at his companions, "You’re making such a fuss now, but just now why were you like dead cats? Meekly crawling like dogs?"

"I..."

The youths were all stunned, nobody expecting the fatty to speak to them like this, to utter such insulting words. Their faces flushed red as they tried to say something but, facing the fatty, they still didn’t dare.

By what right could they challenge the fatty, anyway? They were proud and self-important before people like Wang Xiaohu, relying on their family status and background, but in front of the fatty, they were nothing!

"What ’I’? You’re not convinced, are you? He hasn’t gone far yet, so if you’re so resentful, so capable, so full of spirit, then why don’t you go and fight to the death with him!"

The fatty looked at his companions with a sneer, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. He suddenly regretted ever associating with such idiots, dimwits, imbeciles with no intelligence. Couldn’t they have a little brains?

At this moment, they still couldn’t get a sense of the situation and were thinking of seeking revenge? Wasn’t that asking for death? Did they really think they could provoke someone who had just told them to their face that he was stronger?

Aside from their family’s influence and money, what else did they have? Without their families, would they even be able to survive?

"I..."

The group of youths were once again embarrassed, but looking at Xiao Yi’s back, who had gone almost a hundred meters away, none of them had the courage to actually go up and trouble Xiao Yi. They wanted to say that if a direct confrontation wouldn’t work, couldn’t they set up a trap? But none of them dared to say it.

"I’m laying it out right now, if any of you want to court death and provoke them, go ahead on your own. If you run into trouble later, don’t come to me, and don’t involve me."

Fatty, having been with them for so long, could easily discern their thoughts. He sneered inwardly, gave them a cold glance, said his piece without any further waste of words, and walked away with his hands behind his back, heading toward the edge of the crowd.

As he turned and left, his gaze lingered on Xiao Yi’s back, deciding in his heart that starting from today, he would minimize his dealings with those bastards behind him. He would tell the old man at home to change schools and start a new life different from the past.

At the same time, he firmly etched the somewhat slender figure and face in his mind—the face that was thin but handsome and comforting to look at when he smiled.

.........

After speaking with the fatty and the others, Xiao Yi chose to leave. As he was leaving, he glanced at Wang Xiaohu who seemed still lost in thought, motionless. He hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he decided not to say goodbye and went straight to his car.

After sitting in the car thinking for a bit, he picked up the phone and called Situ Qingfeng to give some instructions. Then he drove off towards Azure Waterfront.

Although he believed that Fatty would comprehend what he had said, his wit should keep him from seeking revenge on Wang Xiaohu and others, Xiao Yi was no deity, and his judgment might not always be perfect. Besides, even if Fatty got it, the rest of the youths might not, so to be safe, it was better to leave clear instructions.

And as it proved, his arrangements and plans were indeed useful. As he had anticipated, Fatty Wang might have had the insight, but those teenagers ultimately didn’t possess the same kind of understanding. Fatty Wang’s final words couldn’t dissuade their determination, and in the end, they still chose to seek revenge against Wang Xiaohu and his group, almost causing a disaster.

But that’s a story for another time.

After returning to Azure Waterfront, Xiao Yi began practicing his kungfu straight away. He woke from his meditative state around ten at night and, after a quick meal, was about to enter meditation again when he received a call from Situ Qingfeng.

Situ Qingfeng informed him that the case in G Province had reached a pause, and he had just received orders to depart for Z Province posthaste, likely without a chance for a proper farewell.

Listening to Situ Qingfeng’s words, Xiao Yi’s expression involuntarily froze for a moment.

He and Situ Qingfeng had been together daily for these past days, sometimes joking and chatting. Although their interactions weren’t as profound as those forged on the harsh battlefields of shared adversity, the emotional bond had only deepened, not lessened.

He had considered that Situ Qingfeng would have to leave sooner or later; he wasn’t the kind to rely heavily on others or get overly emotional about goodbyes, but he never expected Situ Qingfeng to leave so soon.

He subconsciously thought that Situ Qingfeng would spend more time with him, at least until the case was completely resolved, before possibly departing.

"What about the case?"

After a moment’s pause, Xiao Yi immediately thought of the main issue and asked with a focused tone.

"Boss, I knew it. Upon hearing about my departure, you definitely wouldn’t talk about not wanting to part or anything like that; you’d certainly bring up this matter. Although it’s as expected, it still feels somewhat heartbreaking," Situ Qingfeng said with a bitter smile, half-joking.

"Cut the crap. With you gone a bit further away and no one bothering me, I don’t know how happy I’ll be. I’m not at all reluctant to see you go, so let’s just get to the point," Xiao Yi retorted with a disdainful tone, his eyes, however, betraying a faint sadness.

He knew that once Situ Qingfeng left this time, it could be a long time before they saw each other again. Not to mention when he himself would have time to come to G City, just how long he could stay in G City was uncertain.

It would be a lie to say there was no sadness at all.

"Boss, the case has to be put on hold for now. You know there are some matters that can’t be disclosed publicly. Although I’ve reported our conjectures, they are still only speculations. Without any evidence, those above won’t accept our word, and since the suspect has been in deep hiding, not showing themselves at all as we suggested, therefore..."

Situ Qingfeng had just been making light conversation, joking with Xiao Yi. He wasn’t the type of man to fret over emotional attachments, and despite the genuine feeling of reluctance, he wouldn’t really display much sentiment. Hearing Xiao Yi’s words, Situ Qingfeng put away the smile and began to discuss the serious matters.

So what exactly was Situ Qingfeng implying? Xiao Yi understood it without needing it spelled out.

But Xiao Yi didn’t blame them. Whether it was the business with Master Fei or that organization, only Xiao Yi knew of them. Those who could provide testimony had all been sent by Xiao Yi to the Western Paradise, and he hadn’t recorded any confessions.

"Then, I wish you all the best."

After a moment of silence, Xiao Yi remembered there was still Situ Qingfeng on the line, about to leave on a long trip. According to the usual norms, this was the kind of thing he should say. After saying this, he remembered something else and added, "You lad, don’t work yourself too hard. Stay alive, that’s the only way you’ll have a chance!"

"Thank you, boss."

Hearing the initial part of Xiao Yi’s statement, Situ Qingfeng was about to say something in response but then heard the somber tone in the words that followed, and he swallowed his reply, feeling an unspeakable sense of emotion.

At the moment of parting, such words might seem trivial when compared to the elaborate farewells full of emotional displays, almost insignificant.

Yet, he felt the deep and profound fellowship and the weighty emotion contained within that simple sentence.

He wanted to say more, but in the end, all he could utter was a heavy four-word farewell. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)