Chapter 87: Just One Phone Call (Add it to your bookshelf so you can find the book later)

His hands were still buried in his trouser pockets, and in Zhang Yue's eyes, that easygoing air about him had not changed in the slightest.

Zhang Yue had never understood where Hua Tianyu got such confidence. But after Meng Yaowu addressed him as "Tian Ge," he realized the matter seemed to be veering in a direction he could no longer control.

When Hua Tianyu reached them, he ignored Zhang Yue entirely and lifted a hand to pat Meng Yaowu's face, his expression caught between a smile and no smile at all.

Smack. Smack.

The sound was not loud, the force was not great, and Hua Tianyu's motion was almost casual. Yet it struck with a shocking weight!

The entire scene fell silent at once.

That was Brother Wu's face. And he had been slapped so casually? If it had been anyone else, Meng Yaowu would already have flown into a rage. It was no different from being struck in the face outright, and because he had not even dared to dodge, the insult was even greater.

But now, even after being slapped, he did not dare let his expression change in the slightest.

Though Meng Yaowu strutted and preened before his underlings and before Zhang Yue, after having tasted Hua Tianyu's terror last time, he no longer dared harbor even the faintest thought of revenge against this man like a demon king.

He and Wei Yingcai had even tacitly agreed never to mention what happened that day again. As for the brothers Sha Jin and Sha Yin, he had warned them as well: if they dared run their mouths, he would chop them to pieces and throw them into the river to feed the turtles!

But Meng Yaowu's men had never experienced Hua Tianyu's terror. They had been stunned a moment ago by their leader calling him Brother Tian, but now they saw their boss having his face slapped twice so carelessly. Wasn't that the same as slapping the faces of all of them?

This could be borne? Impossible!

"Damn it! Looking for death!"

"How dare you lay hands on Brother Yaowu's turf? You must be tired of living!"

"Brothers, take him down!"

Several of the men could not hold back and shouted as they rushed toward Hua Tianyu.

The men of the Yaowu Hall reacted at once. Just as they were about to move in and shield Hua Tianyu, they saw Meng Yaowu turn around and kick the fastest of his own men square in the belly, bellowing, "Get lost!"

The man was sent tumbling by the kick. Clutching his stomach, he struggled to his feet and looked at his boss in bewilderment, while the others no longer dared to step forward.

Only then did Hua Tianyu smile faintly and ask, "Brother Wu? Is that you?"

A smile uglier than tears spread across Meng Yaowu's face. "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. I've just mixed around for a few days, and a few of my blind brothers flatter me by calling me that. How would I dare be called Brother Wu in front of you? Just call me Little Wu, that will do. Little Wu is fine."

"Little Wu?" Hua Tianyu said, and once again lifted his hand.

This time, because Meng Yaowu had just kicked someone, his face was a little too far from Hua Tianyu's hand.

Seeing the hand rise, not fall and not withdraw, while Hua Tianyu looked at him with teasing eyes, Meng Yaowu could only wear a mournful expression and lean his face back in.

Smack. Smack.

Two more times.

The underlings: "..."

The men all drew in a sharp breath. Today had truly overturned everything they thought they knew!

Ordinarily, they only saw Brother Wu slapping other people's faces. But in a single day, not only had they seen Brother Wu get slapped in the face, they had also seen Brother Wu lean his face out himself and offer it up to be slapped!

Among all the face-slappings they had witnessed in their lives, if anyone could be slapped this miserably, Brother Wu would rank second. Probably no one could rank first.

Was this still the Brother Wu they knew?

"Damn it! What are you looking at? Look again and I'll dig your eyeballs out!" The fury boiling in Meng Yaowu could only be vented on the nearest underling.

Another flying kick sent that man rolling away as well.

The others hurriedly lowered their heads, silently admitting in their hearts: Brother Wu really was still Brother Wu. Far beyond their reach.

As for that Brother Tian... forget it. Forget it. When immortals fight, us little brothers stay out of it.

Those who stared wide-eyed at the scene were not only the men of the Yaowu Hall, but everyone from the Star Whisper Bar as well.

They did not care about Meng Yaowu's dignity or lack thereof. There was only one thought in their minds:

Brother Tian is mighty!

To slap a man's face until he leans his own face forward to ask for more—apart from Brother Tian, they had truly never seen such a thing.

Lin Lin was also stunned. Only now did she finally understand the true meaning of what Hua Tianyu had just said: "If I wanted trouble today, I wouldn't even get the chance."

This was Meng Yaowu, after all, and yet he had quietly, obediently, and without resistance leaned his own face forward to ask for a beating?

Only after Hua Tianyu had calmly finished patting Meng Yaowu's face a second time did he finally speak.

"Such a grand show today. Very impressive. Care to tell me what's going on?"

"Brother Tian..." Meng Yaowu plastered his face with smiles, bending and scraping so low that his knees seemed almost unable to straighten. Even when facing his own boss, Song Xiong of the Brotherhood Martial Hall, he had never been this way.

His mind was racing, trying to find words that would minimize today's conflict, when Hua Tianyu's cold voice came again.

"What? Thinking about how to spin this to fool me?"

"Brother Tian, I wouldn't dare, I really wouldn't dare! We came today mainly because of him!" Meng Yaowu pointed at Zhang Yue. If not for this man, he would not have lost face like this in front of his underlings. Selling Zhang Yue out brought him no burden whatsoever.

Zhang Yue: "..."

A herd of wild horses thundered through his heart.

In truth, even if Meng Yaowu had not said a word, Hua Tianyu could have guessed roughly what had happened from seeing Zhang Yue.

But from start to finish, he had not once given Zhang Yue a proper look. For an ant like that, Hua Tianyu truly had no interest at all.

"Then later, handle it yourself," Hua Tianyu said lightly.

Handle it yourself? What else could that mean? Meng Yaowu understood Hua Tianyu's meaning at once: this Zhang Yue would be left to the Yaowu Hall to deal with today.

Meng Yaowu shot Zhang Yue a cold glare. You idiot. You actually offended this killing god!

Zhang Yue felt a chill all through his body under that look, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

"There's one more thing." Hua Tianyu beckoned to Lin Lin and Tian Li, then asked Meng Yaowu, "Do you know these two?"

"This is Lin... Lin?"

Meng Yaowu was somewhat uncertain. He was not very familiar with the Star Whisper Bar, so he only half-remembered Lin Lin's name.

"Lin Lin is something you get to call her?" Hua Tianyu's expression turned cold, and he slowly raised his right hand again.

"Huh?..." Meng Yaowu let out a tragic cry. Was he going to be slapped again?

Smack. Smack.

Meng Yaowu neatly and decisively slapped himself twice. Since he was going to be hit anyway, it no longer mattered who did the hitting.

"Sister Lin, this is Sister Lin!" he hurriedly corrected himself after striking.

Hua Tianyu nodded in satisfaction, then looked toward Tian Li and asked, "And what about her?"

"Huh?" Meng Yaowu's face fell at once. He really did not know this one...