Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 1981 - 2044: Not a Single Good Person in Your Family
Li Yifei smiled, and Song Qingshu braced his body to climb up. Having knelt for too long, he nearly couldn’t stand, so he hurriedly called to his stunned companions nearby: "Come help me up, Uncle Li is letting me go, let’s hurry up and leave."
"You’re leaving, not them," Li Yifei said indifferently.
"What?" Song Qingshu was dumbfounded and turned his head to look at those people.
Hua Zixiang and the others were completely dumbfounded by the scene before them. They saw Song Qingshu make a few phone calls and then recognize someone as Uncle Li, who didn’t look much older than them. Just who is this Uncle Li? They couldn’t hear the voices on the phone, so they were very confused. Seeing the other party let Song Qingshu go, they also breathed a sigh of relief, but now hearing Li Yifei say that only Song Qingshu could leave, they were instantly shocked.
Does this mean... Song Qingshu is okay, but they’re doomed?
The few people immediately shouted: "Mr. Li... we didn’t do anything to you, why won’t you let us go?"
"Mr. Li, I admit it was wrong not to stop Song Qingshu, but I did try to persuade him, yet he wouldn’t listen, and there was nothing I could do." Another person said.
Li Yifei looked over and said: "Song Qingshu, did you hire these hooligans?"
Song Qingshu immediately shook his head, then nodded, and said with a pained expression: "Uncle Li, I paid money to hire these people, but they aren’t people I found, I don’t know them at all!"
"Then who helped you find them?" Li Yifei asked, his eyes already fixed on Hua Zixiang, having seen them cozily chatting in the theater.
"It... it was Eldest Young Master Hua. He knows Jim, who’s the boss, and then I spent 100,000 Euros hiring them..." Song Qingshu’s voice grew softer as he spoke, fearing Li Yifei might shift his anger back to him.
Li Yifei nodded and said: "Anyone else?"
"No one else!" Song Qingshu replied.
As soon as Hua Zixiang found himself being implicated, he immediately shouted angrily at Song Qingshu: "Song Qingshu, what the hell does this mean? I’m involved because of you. If you weren’t so fixated on targeting Mr. Li, do you think I’d get involved in this mess?"
"Old Hua, but it was indeed you who found these people. Uncle Li asked me, how could I not say anything, I wouldn’t deceive him." Song Qingshu said bitterly, thinking to himself, damn, if it weren’t for you making sarcastic remarks on the side, I might not have done such a thing. Things might have dissipated on their own, and now here I am kneeling, bowing my head, calling someone uncle.
Hua Zixiang’s face instantly turned red. He spat and cursed: "Damn it, now I see, you’re just looking for a scapegoat, dragging me down? Alright, Song Qingshu, you’ve got some nerve!" After shouting, he turned to the others and yelled: "Look at this **** behavior, damn it, from now on we sever all ties. You better not think about associating with me."
Song Qingshu shook his head and said: "Eldest Young Master Hua, since you’re saying this, then fine. Anyway, I plan to mend my ways and live properly, severing ties with someone like you is for the best."
The others didn’t dare make a sound, fearing they’d get caught in the crossfire. At this time, it was definitely best to avoid trouble.
"Damn it!" Hua Zixiang didn’t dare curse Li Yifei, but he had no qualms about cursing Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu’s dad is a hall-level cadre, and so is his dad, even holding more power than Song Qingshu’s father, so he wasn’t afraid. Of course, this was because he didn’t know Li Yifei’s identity, otherwise... he probably wouldn’t be so combative.
This confrontation gave Li Yifei a target to vent his anger. He asked: "Is he also from Ning Province?"
"Yes, his father is called Hua Zixiang. He’s an official," Song Qingshu said.
"From the provincial capital?" Li Yifei furrowed his brow. Seeing Li Yifei’s expression change, Song Qingshu’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said even more cautiously: "From the provincial capital..."
"Hehe, the surname Hua isn’t very common." Li Yifei sneered, and Hua Zixiang said from across: "My father is Hua Zixiang, Mr. Li, considering we’re from the same hometown, could you let me go this time? Once I return home, I’ll surely thank you."
"Shut up for now." Li Yifei glanced at him and said, and Hua Zixiang instantly dared not make a sound. But at this moment, if he didn’t defend himself, would he just wait to be punished?
"His father is called Hua Zixiang?" Li Yifei asked.
"Yes, yes!" Song Qingshu quickly nodded.
"Hehe, it seems very coincidental indeed!" Li Yifei laughed, and Hua Zixiang immediately felt a glimmer of hope. So this Li person knows his father as well? Then it could be discussed. He might just call his father, and probably this person would let him go.
Hua Zixiang didn’t know Li Yifei’s identity, so he naturally assumed him to be a big brother with family background and some **** status. Such people care greatly about face; if they aren’t given enough face, he might actually get killed. The way he doesn’t blink when shooting shows it.
Then he’d better sell him some face, Hua Zixiang conceitfully thought, and not waiting for Li Yifei to speak, he proactively said: "Mr. Li, since you know my father, can I... uh, call him and let him say a few words to you? If you let me go, my father will also be grateful to you."
"Ha." Li Yifei eyed Young Master Hua coldly, initially wanting to refuse, but he nodded and said, "Okay, go ahead."
"Ah, ah, okay, please wait a moment." In an effort to rescue himself, Young Master Hua disregarded the fact that he would be scolded by the old man back home. Although he would surely receive a terrible scolding after returning to his country, he couldn’t care about anything other than his own life.
The Saintess found it a bit dull. She tugged at Li Yifei, and when Li Yifei turned to look at her, he saw her covering her small mouth with her hand elegantly as she yawned, then said, "I’m tired. I’ll go back to the car and sleep first."
"Okay, you go take a nap. I’ll call you after I finish." Li Yifei nodded. This one call of "husband" thrilled him, not because being called husband by a beauty felt particularly different, but specifically because it came from the Saintess, making Li Yifei feel quite special.
Li Yifei watched the Saintess turn and walk back to the car, lean back in the seat, and comfortably close her eyes to actually take a short nap.
Turning around, Young Master Hua was desperately pressing his phone. His call went through, but no one was answering. This was his father’s private number, known only to family and close friends, and how could he not answer at this time?
Damn, his own father, his son’s life was at stake, and yet he’s not answering the phone? Young Master Hua cried out in his heart. Seeing Li Yifei looking over, Young Master Hua’s forehead broke into a cold sweat, fearing that the other might think he was playing tricks, and that would bring him closer to death.
He dialed three times before it was answered, and a stranger woman’s voice came through; Young Master Hua was momentarily stunned. He knew his father wasn’t too proper and had several women outside; the family usually turned a blind eye as long as they weren’t brought home since at that level, it’s impossible to stay with one woman for a lifetime.
The other side said hello, and Young Master Hua immediately exclaimed in excitement, "I don’t care who you are, damn it, I’m Hua Qiang, hand the phone to my dad immediately."
"Hua Qiang?" The name really...adding a word for ’show off’ makes it even more apt, Li Yifei thought.
The woman on the other end was also stunned and said, "Is it Young Master Hua?"
"Damn it, stop dawdling, get my dad on the phone quickly, or I’ll tear you apart when I get back home." Young Master Hua urged.
The other party was silent for a while and said, "Young Master Hua, Director Hua is working, why don’t you call back later? He left his phone with me..."
"To hell with it, I have urgent business, go in there now and pass him the phone, and I’ll take responsibility for anything!"
"Alright then, I’ll try." The woman said.
Young Master Hua added, saying, "Just tell him his son is about to be... uh, say it’s a matter of life and death, he must answer."
"Okay." The woman’s tone became less enthusiastic as she spoke, then there were sounds of footsteps and knocking on a door.
Two minutes later, Hua Zixiang answered the call, saying, "Hua Qiang, it’s your dad, you’d better give me a good reason, or this month’s allowance is gone."
"Dad, my dear dad, why did it take you so long to answer the phone?" Young Master Hua’s eyes brimmed with tears; these few minutes felt like the longest he’d ever experienced, even giving him a sense of endless days.
"I’m in the leader’s office, what’s the matter for you to call me? And be so rude to the staff in the office, I’m telling you, you little rascal, if you keep this up, I won’t have you as my son!" Hua Zixiang shouted.
"Ah?" It was then that Young Master Hua realized who he had been speaking to earlier, somewhat wronged as he said, "It’s not my fault, I thought...I thought you were at one of the women’s places..."
"Damn it, Hua Qiang, say that again?"
"Okay, okay, dad, I won’t say it anymore. I have urgent business requiring you." Hua Qiang heard his father’s fury and dared not continue.
"Speak." Hua Zixiang said, repressing his temper.
"Here’s the thing..." Young Master Hua recounted the events without embellishment, just as they were. Including his own involvement, Hua Zixiang listened, his eyelids twitching, not expecting his son to do such a thing, and now having a gun pointed at his head...
Thinking over other matters, Hua Zixiang felt that all the years he served as an official, he hadn’t encountered such a situation, yet in these days, all sorts of things came his way.
Taking several deep breaths, Hua Zixiang took heart-saving pills from his pocket, placing them in his mouth, while saying, "Hand the phone to that Li... Mr. Li, I’ll talk to him, if we know each other, everything’s negotiable; if not..."
"Yes, yes, dad, I’ll give the phone to Mr. Li right away." Young Master Hua stepped quickly, running up to Li Yifei and handing over the phone, saying, "Mr. Li, my dad... wishes to speak with you."
