C51 There be No Need for Mediation

The sun rose in the east as the rays of light shuttled back and forth between the tall buildings, reflecting balls of warm halos.

"Whew ~ I trained for an entire night."

Su Ge let out a long breath. The white mist formed a mist dragon in the air and then slowly dissipated.

He looked back, and saw He Ling still sleeping soundly on the bed, with beautiful halos sprinkling down her pretty face and the quilt.

"Since she's still not awake, let's not disturb her." Su Ge found a pen and paper to leave a message, then took his backpack and left the room.

Wearing a mask, Su Ge bought some breakfast and took a taxi to the Purple Hut Villa District.

"Hello, I'm looking for someone." Su Ge walked in front of a security guard with a smile.

When the security guard saw Su Ge, he was shocked. Then, he smiled and said, "Sure, sir. May I ask who you are looking for?"

"I'm looking for the owner of villa number 3, Wubao." Su Ge answered.

At this moment, a BMW sports car passed by and suddenly stopped.

Su Ge and the security guard looked over. A young man with a buzz cut came down from the car. He looked like he was being dragged around, looking exactly like a scoundrel.

The short-haired thug stared at Su Ge and said: "The Purple Hut Villa District is not something that can be entered by any random cat or dog. Does he have an owner card?"

The security guard originally wanted to directly let Su Ge in, but now, there was an owner who questioned him. If he didn't want to throw away this well-paid job, he couldn't afford to fail in his duty …

"Mr. Sun, I'll ask." The security guard said apologetically to Su Ge, "I'm sorry, sir. Please show me your owner's card."

You can even find fault with him like this? Su Ge looked at the short-haired thug in front of him, a trace of coldness flashed across his eyes: "Your master should buy you a collar, that way he won't run out and bark."

"I'm too lazy to tell you more. A diaosi wants to find Wubao and scram back to your slums."

The short-haired thug raised his chin high. He had heard the news that Wubao had come to the Emei City, so he quickly drove over. Unexpectedly, he met someone who was looking for Wubao just like him.

The most important person was this man in a mask – no matter how he looked at him, he was more handsome than him. This made him feel a sense of hostility.

Su Ge sneered. He walked forward and took out a stack of bills from his backpack.

"What is it? "Are you unconvinced?" The short-haired ruffian's mouth slanted to one side, "If you have the ability, then you …"

"Pah!"

"Pa Pa Pa Pa!"

One stack of bills after another fell on the scoundrel's face, instantly stunning him.

Su Ge wasn't an ordinary person. Even if he didn't use all his money, he had become like a brick, hitting the Ruffian's face until it turned purple.

The short-haired thug was beaten to the point where his nose was bleeding and his head was spinning. He was about to explode in anger, "You, you, you! Just you wait! "

He shakily ran towards the BMW and took out a long saber from inside.

Seeing this, Su Ge's face was cold: "You want to be Brother Long? I'll help you. "

Suddenly, a dignified and angry shout came: "Sun Ji, what are you doing? Do you want to go to jail? Stop right now! "

Sun Ji's body froze. He saw a tall man standing not too far away. If that wasn't Uncle Ji, then who else could it be?

Ji Shangyuan frowned as he looked at Sun Ji, "So you were pretending to be well-behaved in the past."

If Old mister Sun saw your ruffian appearance, he would definitely be angered to the point of spitting out blood. You are really disappointing! "

Sun Ji's heart turned cold. He threw down his saber in a daze. He was finished!

With that, Ji Shangyuan looked at Su Ge. He was handsome with a mysterious temperament that made people not dare to underestimate him. Ji Shangyuan immediately changed his questioning, "I wonder what conflict you have with each other. I might be able to mediate for you."

Su Ge picked up the money from the floor and stuffed it into his backpack. He smiled and said, "Thank you, uncle, but there's no need for mediation."