The Story of 130 Scars Volume One

  In Zhicheng Garden, the security office was filled with smoke, Liu Ziguo and Li Jianguo sat opposite each other, puffing out clouds of smoke.

  "What does Jian Guo Ge want from me?" Liu Ziguang asked.

  "Scar wants to invite you to dinner." As he spoke, Li Jian Guo pulled out a gold-embossed invitation card and placed it on the table, pushing it over.

  Liu Ziguang picked up the invitation and took a glance: "It's quite formal, just eating, why bother you, what does 'scar' mean?"

  "I want you to help him."

  Li Jianguo spoke quickly and directly, without hiding anything. Liu Ziguang was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Helping him is like making him his younger brother, this kid is quite interesting, he knows that the enemy of an enemy is a friend, okay, he's a promising talent."

  Between words, light and casual, it doesn't seem like commenting on a well-known big brother in Jiangbei City's underworld, but rather like a teacher evaluating students.

  Li Jianguo also smiled faintly: "This scar-faced man is a man of his word and can be trusted."

  Liu Ziguang said seriously, "Alright, I'll see him for your sake, but forget about asking me to help with anything. I have a legitimate career now and am a leader in my field, so it's impossible for me to get involved in his underworld dealings."

  Li Jianguo nodded: "Okay, I'll pass on the message, I'm leaving." He extinguished his cigarette and left. Liu Ziguang didn't see him off either, just waved goodbye.

  Liu Ziguang's desk had a computer on it, which was moved from Gao's office. It was called setting work plans, but in fact, Gao was avoiding this plague god as much as possible and didn't dare disagree.

  The classic scenes of Red Alert 2 are being performed on the computer screen, Liu Ziguang is operating the mouse and playing with relish, as a person who has been disconnected from society for eight years, he can only play this kind of single-player game.

  Just as they were having fun, the door creaked softly, and Liu Ziguang said without turning his head, "Come in." After speaking, he felt something was off, so he suddenly stood up to look over, and indeed, at the doorway stood Bai Xiaoshuai and several other brothers who had recovered from their injuries and been discharged from the hospital, smiling at him.

  Liu Ziguang hurried forward, and each person gave a fierce bear hug. He asked warmly: "When are you going to be discharged? Why didn't you give me any notice? I'll send a car to pick you up."

  "Half an hour ago, I just finished the discharge procedures and haven't even gone home yet, but I came over first," he said, flopping down on the sofa beside him, sprawling out in all directions, revealing the bandages and plaster casts on his arms and legs.

  "Brother, the office is not small, I might as well come to be a security guard tomorrow." Bei Xiaoshuai was fiddling around with one hand while randomly pressing on the sofa with the other, when he suddenly saw the invitation card on the table and picked it up.

  "My god, Scar actually posted on your wall, isn't that rare!" Bei Xiaoshuai was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and almost jumped up.

  "What's the big deal? Is it that exaggerated? I still need to check if there is a time slot available." Liu Ziguang said with a half-joking tone.

  "Big brother, you don't know, Scarface is like this on the road." Bei Xiaoshuai raised his thumb, shook his head and nodded repeatedly: "He's much stronger than Old Fourth, he has a sense of justice, has a kind heart, and values emotions. The story of Scarface and his wife has been passed down as a beautiful legend among our Jiangbei City brothers on the road."

  Liu Ziguang was very interested: "Oh? Tell me about it."

  Bei Xiaoshuai's interest was also aroused, and he cleared his throat, sat up straight, and began to tell a joke.

  About six years ago, Scarface didn't have scars on his face yet, but he was already a big shot, with a group of skilled younger brothers under him. One day, he took them to KTV for fun, and the manager brought in seven or eight hostesses, including a pure girl with a ponytail. Scarface was immediately smitten, her eyes and expression touching the softest spot deep within this rough man's heart.

  The scar then nodded to the girl, and the manager introduced her with a smile: "This is Shen Fang, a second-year student at the local Normal University. She has a student ID as proof, genuine and authentic, absolutely not one of those wild chicken correspondence college students."

  Scar's slightly nodded, didn't say anything, just drank and sang, from start to finish, never touched Shen Fang with a single finger.

  It's strange, back then KTVs were quite chaotic and the girls were more open-minded. Coming to a place like this was all about having fun, and Scarface wasn't exactly a saint either, he'd done it all before. But somehow, this time around, the infamous gangster had turned into a gentleman, leaving his brothers utterly astonished.

  For the next few days, Pockmark came to the scene every day, only ordering Shen Fang's dish, not saying anything, just singing and singing again, a song by Zhao Chuan "I am a little bird" was sung by him until it was worn out.

  Scar has a foolish affection, but he's not a fool. He had already learned about Shen Fang's family situation through the manager. Shen Fang is from Gaotushan, her parents are both laid off, and her father is seriously ill, which has brought down the whole family. She also has a younger brother in junior high school who doesn't study well and isn't diligent. In order to earn money for her father's medical treatment, Shen Fang had no choice but to work part-time at KTV.

  Scarface didn't say a word, took 100,000 yuan and sent it to the hospital, deposited it into Shen Fang's father's account. He also dispatched a few younger brothers to grab Shen Fang's brother from an outside game hall and told him one sentence: "Our boss said that if you don't behave well in school, we'll break your legs." It is said that this kid's face turned white with fear on the spot, and he obediently returned to school for class.

  The medical expenses for Father have been resolved, and the stubborn younger brother has also turned over a new leaf. Upon learning the truth of the matter, Shen Fang rushed to find Cicada overnight, crying and wanting to devote herself to him. However, unexpectedly, Cicada refused her.

  "Brother is a rascal, not worthy of you, go marry a good family." That's what Scar said at the time.

  Who says that all triad members are scoundrels? There's an old saying that goes, "Those who are righteous are often among the butcher's gang, while those who are treacherous are often scholars." Although Scar has blood on his hands, he is a true hero with a strong sense of justice.

  Later events are not very clear, only to know that two years later Shen Fang graduated and married the scar-faced man, with a happy marriage, and gave birth to a beautiful daughter the following year.

  After Bei Xiaoshuai finished telling the romantic legend, the office fell silent for half a minute. Everyone seemed to be moved. Liu Ziguang extinguished his cigarette butt and picked up the invitation again. The penmanship on it was elegant and quiet, obviously written by a woman's hand, perhaps it was Shen Fang who wrote it on behalf of someone else.

  "Now that you mention it, I really want to meet this scar-faced man and his wife." Liu Ziguang said, admiring the invitation.

  Everyone also echoed, saying they really wanted to see what kind of woman could make the scar-faced old man's soul turn upside down.

  Bai Xiaoshuai smiled slyly: "It's simple, the scar-faced man's daughter is in a kindergarten two streets away. Every afternoon, his wife goes to pick up the child. If you want to see her, just go over and wait."

  Everyone was making a fuss about going, and Liu Ziguang originally felt embarrassed, but suddenly he had an idea, as if he had returned to his youth. At that time, when they heard that a certain school had beautiful girls, the classmates would always skip class in advance and run to the entrance of the other school to wait. What's the point of being so serious when you're young?

  "Go, brothers team up to visit the beauty!" Liu Ziguang gave an order, everyone cheered in unison, packed their things, changed clothes, and prepared to set off.

  ……

  In the afternoon, the road in front of Jinbao Baby Bilingual Kindergarten was packed with cars. This kindergarten is a well-known private bilingual kindergarten in the city, with strong teacher resources and top-notch hardware and software facilities. Its comprehensive conditions are absolutely ranked first in the city, far surpassing the second-ranked government-run No. 1 Kindergarten. Of course, the tuition fees are also hefty. Nevertheless, wealthy parents still flock to send their children here, eager to give them a head start, as they put it, "can't lose at the starting line".

  As the school dismissal time approaches, parents come to pick up their children. There are government cars such as Audi A6, luxury private cars like Mercedes-Benz, and occasionally a few Mini or Beetle cars with strong feminine colors, which are the vehicles of beautiful mothers.

  Around 4 o'clock, Liu Ziguang and his party arrived near the Jinbao Bei bilingual kindergarten. The kindergarten is well-located, right next to a small urban green space. Except for a bank across the street, there are basically no shops or supermarkets, and not many passing vehicles, making it a rare quiet spot in the midst of bustle.

  Liu Ziguang and others sat on the long bench on the green land, staring at the not-so-distant road, looking at those three or five small young women in groups, Bei Xiaoshuai tried hard to distinguish which one was Shen Fang, but still ended up failing miserably.

  "My god, it's been years since we last met, I've forgotten what you look like. You've had a kid and changed so much, who can tell which one is you?" Little Shuai said with a huff.

  Liu Ziguang, however, spotted an old acquaintance - a slender and elegant woman in black stockings, driving a bright red Volvo. Wasn't she the young mother who had lost her child? It turned out that her kid was also studying here.

  At this time, Li Ni was leaning against the Volvo and chatting with an acquaintance. The mother was younger than her, only 25 or 26 years old, driving a yellow Beetle, coming to pick up her daughter from school every day. They became friends after running into each other several times, but it was just a casual relationship, without asking about each other's names and family backgrounds.

  At the entrance of the kindergarten, there were about twenty cars and a large crowd of people. No one noticed the arrival of a black Passat with a public security license plate. The driver's face was gloomy and cold, his eyes seemed to be as ruthless as a snake's eyes.

  At the same time, a red Jetta taxi pulled up to the bank entrance across the street. The driver's black uniform was a bit ill-fitting, and his eyes were somewhat strange, sharp and tense. There was a passenger in the back seat, who looked restless, holding a long, black bag. The two of them would occasionally glance at the crowd, then look inside the bank, muttering to each other in low voices, seemingly discussing something.

  About 500 meters away from here, at the corner of the street, a police-painted Santana was parked. During the patrol interval, Old Wang and Little Hu stopped to rest, bought a cup of milk tea, smoked a cigarette, and talked about the recent security situation.

  On the green bench, Liu Ziguang suddenly sat up straight, and the license plate of that Passat was really too impressive. Isn't this Lao San's car? What is he doing here?