Chapter 146: No Need to Look at the Owner When Beating the Dog (3)

In terms of physique, Tai Hongzhou might be shorter and stockier than Fang Yu, but drunk and off guard, there was no way he could stand against him. His knees buckled instantly, and he collapsed to the ground.

Tai Hongzhou felt the world spin wildly before a hard, rough object slammed heavily against his chin.

With a muffled thud, Fang Yu struck without mercy.

“Who the hell are you?!” Tai Hongzhou finally snapped to, shouting like a slaughtered pig.

Fang Yu’s eyes darkened, and his blows quickened—one, then another, then another—each swing of the glass ashtray aimed at Tai Hongzhou’s mouth and jaw.

Tai Hongzhou struggled to defend himself, but intoxication had robbed him of coordination. His movements were distorted and clumsy, so he desperately reached out, grasping at the shadow before him, trying to blunt the assault.

“Crack!” “Ahhh!”

Fang Yu ruthlessly snapped his opponent’s pinky finger, eliciting a scream of pain, but every cry only brought another heavy blow from the large glass ashtray.

“Ugh, ugh, big brother, I was wrong, I was wrong,” Tai Hongzhou slurred, pleading incoherently as both his pinky and ring fingers were broken, writhing on the ground in agony.

His eyes shifted from shock to anger, then fear, and finally, utter despair.

In the darkness, Fang Yu couldn’t clearly see Tai Hongzhou’s face, but from the way he spoke, it was clear that several teeth were beyond salvation. Fang Yu grinned, baring his stark white teeth as he leaned close to the bruised face before him and spoke coldly,

“Like it? If you do, you can come back to my internet café tomorrow—I’ll give you a thousand a day to fix your teeth.”

The threat sobered Tai Hongzhou almost instantly. He stammered, eyes wide and unfocused.

“Uh, uh, you—you’re Fang Yu?”

“Who said I’m Fang Yu? You sure do talk a lot of nonsense!”

Tai Hongzhou hadn’t expected such a remark to provoke further retaliation. His jaw was smashed again, the searing pain making his whole body tremble.

“I was wrong, uh, I was wrong, please stop, Brother Yu, Yu—wait, you’re not Brother Yu—ow, stop hitting me!”

After a few more heavy blows, Fang Yu finally stood up, satisfied, smiling as he patted Tai Hongzhou’s swollen face.

“The internet café’s always open for you to visit, but I’m curious if you’ve got the guts to spend my money.”

Tai Hongzhou curled up by the roadside, too pained to speak, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.

Having achieved his goal, Fang Yu got up and glanced around—still quiet. The young woman by the pink light might have heard the commotion, but no one would bother with such petty affairs.

He jogged back to the car, indifferent to Tai Hongzhou’s fate. Under the car’s dome light, he noticed blood stains all over his clothes, even strands of hair and saliva from the other man.

“Damn, he really can’t take a hit.”

Fortunately, it wasn’t his own BMW 640. He quickly drove back to the townhouse, pulled out his keys, and opened the door.

Inside, Cheng Chen sat properly on the sofa with two young women, all watching him nervously.

“What the hell, Fang Yu, where have you been? Are you hurt?” Cheng Chen jumped up first.

“It’s not my blood, don’t worry,” Fang Yu replied with a sinister smile, carrying the ashtray to the kitchen faucet to wash it.

“Fang Yu, what happened to you? How did you get like this?” Xia Churan was stunned, naturally timid as a young girl.

“I told you I went to buy something. See? Bought an ashtray for the living room,” he said cheerfully, holding up the now-clean ashtray.

Cheng Chen knew him well.

“Fang Yu, you beat up Zhu Wei, didn’t you?”

“No way, I’m reasonable,” Fang Yu replied. Then, frowning, he found a loose tooth in his pocket and disdainfully tossed it into the trash.

“That’s ‘reasonable’? Damn, you went and pulled out his tooth?” Cheng Chen knew Fang Yu was ruthless but hadn’t expected him to actually do it.

“I told you, I didn’t mess with Zhu Wei. Even when beating a dog, you have to consider the owner. But that owner’s tooth? Probably lost for good,” Fang Yu said cheerfully as he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it in the bin too.

“Ah? Fang Yu, what did you do to Tai Hongzhou?” Li Jing was the quickest to react.

“How should I know? You can check at school tomorrow,” he said nonchalantly, cracking his joints.

Neither Li Jing nor Xia Churan understood why the usually amiable Boss Fang would be so ruthless; they were both a little stunned.

“Fang Yu, won’t this cause trouble?” The young girl was naturally more concerned for his safety.

“Eh, it’s fine. Who can see me in the dark? Besides, I brought the ashtray back—will smash and throw it away later,” he waved it off carelessly. In 2006, not even the city center of Nanwu had many surveillance cameras.

The three exchanged glances. Fang Yu found it amusing and waved dismissively.

“Enough looking. Even if they find out, I act alone and take responsibility alone. Alright, I’m going to shower—filthy as hell. Remember to take out the trash later.”

With that, he swaggered upstairs.

After his shower, drying his dripping hair, Fang Yu was surprised to find Xia Churan sitting on the edge of the bed, watching him worriedly.

“What’s with that face? It’s not like they pulled your teeth out,” he laughed, sitting down beside her.

The next moment, the soft, fragrant girl threw herself into his arms, tears glistening in her eyes.

“Ah, Fang Yu, you can’t do this anymore. Do you know how worried I was? What if something happened because of me?”

His heart softened. Gently patting her back, he spoke softly.

“Alright, alright. I just beat up a dog. Who told him to bark in my shop?”

“Tsk, you make it sound so easy. What if they catch you tomorrow?” Xia Churan’s voice quivered with tears.

Fang Yu said nothing, simply stroking the girl’s silky black hair. After more than ten minutes, Xia Churan sniffled and raised her head.

“Fang Yu, I know you do all this for me. Promise me you won’t cause trouble anymore, okay?”

Looking at her tear-streaked, delicate face, he couldn’t bear to say no. He brushed away the tears with a smile.

“Okay, okay, I’ll listen to you.”

“Ah, then tonight you have to tell me a story. You scared me so much I can’t sleep.”

“Fine, I’ll tell you how I pulled out a man’s tooth.”

“Stinky Fang Yu, no way! I want to hear Cinderella’s story.”

They teased each other for a while, but in the end, the Cinderella story never came. When she went back to her room, she left a fragrant kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, Fang Yu. Good night.”