lcionline Chapter 399 Maintenance
Chapter 399 Maintenance
Xiao Yan widened his eyes, staring at the scene in shock. The others were also stunned. They never expected that the eldest son of the Duan family would have such a brave side.
Someone couldn't help but murmur, "Is this still the cowardly Duan Jiashu he usually is?"
The people around were amazed. They originally thought it was just an ordinary dispute, but they didn't expect it to turn into such a fierce fight.
Before Xiao Yan could speak out to stop him, a black shadow flashed before his eyes, and Wu Feipeng, who had always been calm and gentle in front of him, suddenly rushed towards the center of the chaos like a sharp arrow wrapped in a gust of wind.
Wu Feipeng pursed his lips tightly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle locking onto its prey, and without warning he stood in front of Duan Jiashu. He quickly rolled up the sleeves of his moon-white gown, revealing his well-toned arms. The elegant temperament of a scholar disappeared in an instant like morning mist meeting the scorching sun, and the fierce aura emanating from his body made him look even more ferocious than a warrior who had practiced martial arts for many years.
Every follower who tried to get close to Duan Jiashu was precisely restrained by him the moment they approached - either their wrists were hit hard, causing their fists to deflect, or their shoulders were hit hard, causing them to stumble back. His movements were clean and smooth, like flowing water, and they screamed in pain.
Xiao Yan's eyes widened, and he didn't even notice the folding fan falling to the ground with a "bang". He never expected that the other party's gentle appearance hid such fierce skills.
The people around first gasped, and then exclaimed and talked one after another. Some were so stunned that their mouths could not close, and some even held their fans upside down when they whispered to each other, unable to believe the scene before their eyes that subverted their cognition.
When Duan Jiashu saw Wu Feipeng joining in, surprise and astonishment flashed across his eyes. He raised a fierce smile at the corner of his lips, and his already fierce attack became even more fierce. He and Wu Feipeng cooperated in attack and defense with perfect harmony, and defeated the other side again and again.
Shouts, cries of pain, and petals of the crabapple trees flew all over the garden, making it a complete mess. The previously elegant scenery had long been shattered by this unexpected melee.
Xiao Yan calmed himself down and quickly shouted, "Stop it! This is disgraceful!" But the scene was in chaos and his voice was drowned out by the shouting.
When Duan Jiashu heard the voice, he took the time to glance at Xiao Yan. A cunning flashed in his eyes, but he acted even more ruthlessly, pretending not to hear it, as if he wanted to vent all the anger the original owner had endured on a daily basis.
When Master Li saw Xiao Yan coming, he grabbed a life-saving straw and hid while shouting, "Young Marquis, save me quickly, Duan Jiashu is crazy!"
Seeing the chaotic scene, Xiao Yan was secretly annoyed and hurriedly ordered the servants around him to separate the two sides. The servants received the order and rushed forward. Several burly men rushed into the battle and forcibly separated the people who were wrestling together.
Master Li was still struggling when he was pressed to the ground, his hair was in a mess and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. On the other hand, although Duan Jiashu's clothes were torn, he supported himself on the rockery with one hand, and his fingertips wiped the blood at the corner of his lips, with a cold light in his eyes - if Wu Feipeng had not protected him just now, Master Li would have been hit by a few more punches.
"Stop it!" Xiao Yan raised his voice, and the pearl tassels on the jade crown swayed. "Is the garden of the Marquis' Mansion a place for you to run wild?" He walked closer on the messy ground, and the sole of his gold-embroidered boots rolled over a broken crabapple petal. His eyes wandered between Duan Jiashu and Master Li.
When Master Li saw his savior coming, he immediately opened his voice and cried, "Young Marquis, please help me! Duan Jiashu, he stole the mutton-fat jade pendant from my waist!"
He shook his sleeves covered in mud, and at this moment he did not forget to blame Duan Jiashu: "I saw him stuff it into his sleeves with my own eyes!"
He stared at Duan Jiashu in a rage and shouted, "Duan Jiashu, you thief! How dare you steal things!"
Those followers who were beaten were all in the same group as Master Li. Seeing this, they all followed suit.
"That's right, the eldest son of the Duan family, he looks quite honest on weekdays, but I didn't expect him to do such sneaky things."
"A bastard's child is not worthy of being on the stage. He has never seen good things before, but he coveted the jade pendant. Now he has been caught red-handed, and he is so angry that he is even violent!"
Duan Jiashu raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and the original owner's memories surged in his mind - he had indeed seen Master Li's jade pendant before the banquet began, but that thing happened to be hanging around the other person's waist at this moment, so how could it be considered "theft"?
It was obvious that the other party deliberately stuffed the jade pendant into his sleeve and caught him red-handed on the spot.
"Oh?"
Duan Jiashu pulled at his torn cuffs and suddenly laughed, "Is Mr. Li drunk?" He turned to Xiao Yan with clear eyes, "Just now outside, Mr. Li insisted on dragging me to see his new jade pendant, which accidentally slipped off. I picked it up for him, but he accused me of stealing--" He paused, his fingertips running across the empty jade pendant lanyard around his waist, "It was my own heirloom jade pendant, and I don't know when it was taken away."
There was a burst of snickering all around, and Mr. Li's followers looked at each other, and someone quietly took half a step back.
Xiao Yan glanced at the shining jade pendant on Master Li's waist, and he understood something in his heart - this was clearly an opportunity to stir up trouble and make use of Duan Jiashu's status as a bastard.
"Bullshit!" Master Li was so anxious that he jumped up and down when he saw everyone's strange expressions. "How did you get the family heirloom jade pendant when you were born a bastard? I'm afraid you saw my treasure and became jealous--" Before he could finish his words, Wu Feipeng glared at him coldly, and the second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat.
Wu Feipeng was squatting in front of Duan Jiashu at this moment. He carefully lifted up his sleeves and looked at the red and swollen scratches, his brows twisted into knots.
He touched the scratch on Duan Jiashu's forehead with his fingertips, and said with heartache in his voice: "Brother, does it hurt?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Everyone looked at Master Li and his followers, whose faces were bruised and swollen and who could barely get up, and then looked at Duan Jiashu, who only had a bruise on his arm and a minor injury on his forehead. They all showed puzzled expressions - it was clear that Duan Jiashu had the upper hand, so why did he look like the one being bullied?
Everyone couldn't help but feel ashamed, thinking to themselves: Is there someone else we should be concerned about?
Duan Jiashu felt nothing at all when he read this script, and he just thought it was funny when he was wrongly accused.
But at this moment, looking at Wu Feipeng's distressed look, he suddenly felt a sense of grievance in his heart. His nose felt sore, his eyes turned slightly red, and he complained straightforwardly.
"They all bullied me!"
He looked like a child who had suffered a great injustice.
People who are accustomed to suffering always show their scars to others casually and lightly, but the inside of their bodies has long been torn apart. Their flesh and souls have long been exiled, drifting helplessly in this cold world.
At this moment, Duan Jiashu seemed to have found a harbor where he could vent his grievances in front of Wu Feipeng, and he vented all his daily depression and resentment at once.