Chapter 969: Chapter 1049: It Is Their Honor!

Pitiful Zhu Wushou, usually so shrewd, actually believed Fang Yi this time.

Fang Yi was also observing Zhu Wushou’s expression. When Zhu Wushou looked at him, Fang Yi appeared calm and unruffled, still looking as if nothing was amiss, leaving Zhu Wushou unable to find any flaws.

Soon, Fang Yi confirmed that Zhu Wushou had indeed believed his words.

He felt a peculiar mix of discomfort.

Because, in fact, he had been making things up, spinning tales out of thin air, yet this guy actually believed it!

Just then, the restroom door was suddenly flung open with force, and a loud voice echoed:

“Master!”

The shout was like a sudden clap of thunder, reverberating through the air.

Fang Yi was slightly moved; the shout clearly carried Inner Strength, indicating that whoever had arrived was not ordinary.

At the same time.

Zhu Wushou, maintaining his backward posture, immediately said, “Old Fu, I’m here!”

Upon hearing this voice, an elderly man swiftly rushed over, and when he saw the scene inside the restroom cubicle, he was utterly shocked.

Old Fu widened his eyes in disbelief, because he saw his master’s bare buttocks completely exposed.

Seeing Zhu Wushou’s posture, Old Fu, well aware of Zhu Wushou’s temperament, instantly knew what Zhu Wushou was doing.

However,

who was this stranger?

Old Fu immediately fixed his gaze on Fang Yi, who was beside Zhu Wushou.

Old Fu’s eyes were incredibly severe, filled with a murderous intent.

Under Old Fu’s cold stare, Fang Yi appeared unfazed, even curling his lips into a light smile.

“Hi!”

Fang Yi greeted with a smile.

“…”

The few onlookers nearly fell over.

That “hi” was ridiculously brazen!

“Who are you? Why are you next to our master? Are you courting death?” Old Fu finally spoke, without a hint of kindness, brimming with murderous intent.

Fang Yi didn’t rush to answer, instead reaching his hand into his pocket. Instantly, Old Fu’s eyes glinted sharply, his body on the verge of action.

“If you dare move a step, I’ll waste him!” Fang Yi’s other hand lifted, hovering over Zhu Wushou, ready to strike if Old Fu dared make a move, without any hesitation.

Old Fu had followed Zhu Wushou since his youth, having seen all sorts of people. He knew who was tough and who was meek, often just by observing a stranger’s aura. He stopped himself, standing firmly and not making any rash moves.

Because Old Fu could tell this was not someone to be trifled with!

From this young man, Old Fu sensed an indescribable aura, something that couldn’t be faked.

Seeing Old Fu motionless, Fang Yi withdrew his hand again, as if completely unconcerned about any further actions from Old Fu.

Then, Fang Yi took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one up for himself.

“Phew!”

Fang Yi took a drag and blew out a steady stream of smoke.

Then Fang Yi smiled lightly at the glaring Old Fu and said, “Your master bullies the weak and oppresses the good, raping virtuous women in broad daylight. You should know about this, right?”

Old Fu snorted coldly, then responded with great pride, “Being raped by our master is their honor.”

“Cough, cough!”

Originally taking another puff, Fang Yi was immediately choked by Old Fu’s words.