Chapter 215
Chapter 215
The moon was full that night.
Heizi carried over a bowl of noodles Zhang Bei had made with his own hands and presented it to their master.
That night, one figure turned deathly pale and nearly collapsed from exhaustion.
That same night, another figure was strung up from a tree and beaten beyond recognition.
Since ancient times, happiness has always been built upon the suffering of others-Lu Shuren.
Of course, no matter how the figure hanging from the tree tried to explain himself, there was no escaping that savage beating.
You were the one who brought the noodles. Who else was he supposed to beat?
Back at the amusement park, after being swung up and down several times, Song Xin finally returned to solid ground.
He might have been a strong, healthy man in his fifties, but his face was now twisted into a ferocious grimace.
“Y-you little bastard!”
Zhang Bei’s smiling face appeared before him.
“Master, what do you think of your apprentice’s amusement park?”
Song Xin’s dark expression made his feelings abundantly clear.
The only reason Zhang Bei was safe right now was that Song Xin still couldn’t stand up.
Otherwise, he would have shown Zhang Bei exactly what an old man’s fists were capable of.
Still, this was his own master, so Zhang Bei hadn’t gone too far. He helped Song Xin over to a nearby bench and sat him down.
No one noticed Chef Li take out his phone in the kitchen.
A message from the boss sat at the very top.
[Make Zhongwu a bowl of noodles. Clear broth.]
As Chef Li read the message, that inexplicable confidence swelled inside him once again.
See? Even the boss thinks my cooking is delicious!
Song Xin might not have seen Zhang Bei in years, but he still knew his eldest disciple’s personality inside and out.
As far as he was concerned, being tricked onto the Giant Swing was perfectly normal.
If Song Xin hadn’t been such a formidable martial artist, this brat’s schemes would have gotten him killed years ago!
“Master, want to relax a little?”
“Hmm?”
His voice was laden with suspicion.
Song Xin absolutely refused to believe that his eldest disciple had anything good in mind.
“I mean it. The Hot Air Balloon is just for relaxing and enjoying the scenery.”
Zhang Bei glanced at the Hot Air Balloon, which had just unloaded a group of visitors, his tone brimming with sincerity.
“I don’t believe you!”
Song Xin knew all too well that his disciple’s schemes always came in layers.
Did you think lacing the noodles with croton powder was the entirety of Zhang Bei’s plan?
No. Far more than that had happened that night.
It had been summer vacation, and Song Xin had taken the two of them to a picturesque little mountain village to toughen them up.
It was deep in the countryside, where people used dry pit latrines.
Those latrines usually had two wooden planks laid across them for support.
The planks had originally been extremely sturdy. They should have lasted at least five years without a problem.
But while no one was looking, that little bastard had secretly sawed partway through one of them.
That night, if not for Song Xin’s superb martial arts, which had allowed him to hook his weakened hands over the roof, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
And if you thought that was the full extent of Zhang Bei’s plan, you would be wrong again.
The moment Song Xin finally dragged himself out with the last of his strength, he somehow triggered some kind of mechanism. A lit double-bang firecracker shot past him and straight into the pit latrine.
As a result, Heizi’s beating became even more brutal.
The rattan switch even ended up with traces of some indescribable substance stuck to it.
Song Xin was confident that dealing with this little bastard was well within his abilities.
But when it came to underhanded tricks, even ten of him couldn’t outscheme his eldest disciple.
His best option now was to cut himself off from every possible danger.
He would simply sit right here. What could Zhang Bei possibly do to him then?
Zhang Bei looked at his master. “You really don’t want to go?”
“No. It’s quite nice basking in the Sun right here!”
Zhang Bei nodded. “Master, you must have taken on quite a few more disciples over the years, right?”
Song Xin froze.
What was this brat plotting now?
“I’ve taken on a few. Why?”
Zhang Bei sighed, his eyes filled with helplessness. “They haven’t even had the chance to admire a photo of Master in his youth.”
“Why bring that…”
Halfway through his sentence, Song Xin abruptly stopped, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
“You mean that photo?”
“Of course! It’s the most handsome photo of Master ever taken!”
“You rebellious disciple!”
Song Xin’s furious roar rang out as Zhang Bei swiftly dodged the fist hurtling toward him.
As for that photo?
Heh heh heh.
That involved the aftermath of the Noodle Incident.
Although Zhang Bei had covered his tracks perfectly and never personally appeared at any stage of the plan, did a master need a reason to beat his disciple?
Of course not!
And so, the pharmacy was robbed yet again.
Only this time, the stolen item was a gecko that had already been processed into medicinal material.
It was neither poisonous nor harmful, but there was one catch: it could not be inhaled into the lungs.
Zhang Bei painstakingly ground it into powder and mixed it into Song Xin’s cigarettes.
Thus, when Song Xin woke up, a brand-new photo was taken of him with his mouth twisted and his eyes askew.
The medicine was not particularly potent. Its effects only lasted a few hours.
The photo, however, remained.
“Master, how about I take you up on the Hot Air Balloon?”
Song Xin gritted his teeth. “Hand over the photo!”
“Come up with me, and I’ll naturally give it to you!”
“Lead the way!”
Beaming, Zhang Bei dragged his master aboard before the Hot Air Balloon took off.
When it came to pranking his master, he was a professional!
The Hot Air Balloon slowly rose before leveling off at a height of seventy meters.
A trace of suspicion flickered through Song Xin’s eyes.
Is this brat really kind enough to bring me up here just to enjoy the view?
Zhang Bei stretched lazily and leaned back in his seat.
Without anyone noticing, a length of rope slipped into his hand.
Song Xin waited for quite some time, but nothing happened.
As he gazed out over the magnificent, rolling sea, he gradually relaxed.
Zhang Bei pulled a photo from behind his phone case.
“Don’t lose it, Master. That’s a precious memory!”
Song Xin accepted the photo, his face darkening.
“You rebellious disciple!”
Zhang Bei watched his master carefully put the photo away, then silently turned his head.
With a slight flick of his wrist, he tugged the rope and instantly triggered the mechanism.
Before Song Xin could even figure out what was happening, he was abruptly flung out into the sky on a bungee cord.
Fuck, I let my guard down!
Those were the only words that had time to flash through Song Xin’s mind before he was snapped back into his seat.
“Oh my, Master! What are you doing?”
Song Xin stared at the concern plastered across Zhang Bei’s face and let out a long sigh.
“My rebellious disciple, have you forgotten your master’s temper?”
The concern on Zhang Bei’s face instantly transformed into a grin.
“How could I? But the safety harness is locked in place!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Bei tugged the rope in his hand again.
Song Xin took several deep breaths in succession, struggling to calm his violently pounding heart.
What Zhang Bei failed to notice was that even under his watchful eye, his master had managed to make a few subtle movements of his own.
Outside the amusement park, a group of tall, muscular men and a short-haired woman appeared at the entrance with backpacks slung over their shoulders.
“This is Eldest Senior Brother’s Amusement Park?”
“This is the place.”
“Wait. Master’s sending us a message.”
“Short, short, long. Short, long, long…”
Once they decoded the message, they all froze where they stood.
“Enter the Amusement Park. Stay hidden. Hot Air Balloon. Ambush Eldest Senior Brother.”
Ambush Eldest Senior Brother?
What the hell did Master mean by that?
“Maybe he wants to test Eldest Senior Brother’s skills?”
“Should we go easy on him, then?”
“Have you forgotten what Master told us?”
At Little Junior Sister’s words, everyone fell silent.