Chapter 0441: Rules

Everyone wants to become better; the difference lies only in whether they can persist in the effort required to improve.

For these children raised in welfare homes, the current arcade carries their future. In other words, from the day they arrived, Zhang Limei knew that as long as the arcade business was good, the younger siblings in the welfare home could live a bit happier.

As for enduring a little grievance herself, in the eyes of Zhang Limei and other girls from the welfare home, it was nothing.

After all, they had suffered白眼 and grievances countless times since childhood; just bear it and it would pass.

But she could bear it; Zhao Fusheng could not.

We always make strange remarks about inexplicable people and events, then attribute them to our own growth.

In his previous life, Zhao Fusheng might have chosen to stand by in such a situation, because as Zhang Limei thought, it was just a small grievance. In broad daylight, these punks wouldn't dare do anything, at most just some verbal harassment.

But why should they?

Should honest people always suffer losses?

Whether it's a playboy or a wandering绿茶婊, when they say they're tired of playing outside and want to find an honest person to spend the rest of their life with, should the honest person just be the fall guy?

What did honest people ever do to deserve this...

"Dislocate their arms and throw them out."

With Zhao Fusheng's words, the flower-shirted man suddenly saw his two companions collapse limply to the ground. Then, from behind them, two men with ill intentions walked over, staring at him as if he were something interesting.

"I think I could lift him with one arm," Li Kunlun said, clenching his fist to Zhang Qian beside him.

"I could too." Zhang Qian blinked, took a deep look at the flower-shirted man, and said, "How about letting me punch him, just one punch?"

"Have some shame, will you? With your fist, if you send this bastard to the hospital, we'll have to pay for his treatment."

"Treatment? He provoked us first. Besides, I'm communicating with him through my fist."

"Through your fist? Communicate?"

"Nonsense, if not with fists, then with words?"

Zhang Qian chuckled, "I might be interested in a woman's mouth, but for a man, fists are better for communication..."

Listening to the shameless banter of these two, Zhao Fusheng instantly gained a new understanding of Zhang Qian's character—he was a secretly perverted bastard.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "Enough talk, throw them out."

So the flower-shirted man was thrown out.

Of course, his limb joints were dislocated.

"No matter who it is, if anyone causes trouble in the future, throw them out and call the police to arrest them," Zhao Fusheng said to Zhang Qian, Li Kunlun, and the others. "We run a legitimate business; why should we have to kowtow to anyone?"

The few of them exchanged glances but nodded slightly, after all, Zhao Fusheng's words had never been wrong.

After comforting the frightened Zhang Limei, Zhao Fusheng turned and left the arcade. As Qian Dongliu said, everything was going smoothly here; he didn't need to worry.

Walking through the crowded mall, Zhao Fusheng inexplicably felt a sense of loneliness.

Loneliness is a feeling that sometimes comes inexplicably, even in the most bustling places, one can occasionally taste it.

A lonely person has a calm heart and cold eyes; even if surrounded by countless people laughing and talking, they feel as if they are in a void.

That feeling of isolation often drives people mad.

Zhao Fusheng sometimes felt this way, as if he were in an unreal world, where the people around him, their laughter and anger, had nothing to do with him.

At such times, he was incredibly calm.

To many, this might be considered melodrama.

Everyone sees the world differently; people are born lonely. This truth, many may not understand.

It's like sharing happiness with the wrong person becomes showing off; sharing sadness with the wrong person becomes melodrama, or even a joke.

Some sarcasm is high-level entertainment; those who don't understand take it as flattery, those who do take it as humor.

Pulling out his phone, Zhao Fusheng looked at the numbers, wanting to find someone to chat with, but found that the words he wanted to say couldn't be spoken to anyone.

Perhaps this is true loneliness—not even having someone to talk to.

Fortunately, this feeling didn't last long; Zhao Fusheng soon returned to the dormitory.

"You, out all day, where did you go wild?" Wen Yu asked, looking at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly: "Don't even mention it. I spent the whole day with my sister at the amusement park, and got scolded by my mom in the evening."

"Haha, serves you right. Auntie should teach you a good lesson," Wen Yu said with a gloating expression.

In response, Zhao Fusheng could only flip him off and silently curse that whenever this guy went on a date with Han Meimei, it would either be windy or hailing.

"By the way, Old Wang hasn't been to class for the past couple of days. Do you know what happened?" Wen Yu asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was startled and shook his head: "I don't know. Isn't he with his girlfriend?"

In recent days, Wang Zhen hadn't come to school. His phone was reachable, but he just said he was with his girlfriend and didn't say much else, so they didn't ask further.

Now that Wen Yu brought it up, Zhao Fusheng found it a bit strange.

"I'll call him again," Wen Yu said after thinking for a moment.

He and Wang Zhen had been hanging out together before, and although their relationship might have become a bit distant because of Wang Zhen's girlfriend, if something really happened, they couldn't help but care.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and watched Wen Yu make the call.

After a while, Wen Yu frowned at Zhao Fusheng: "Can't get through; it's turned off."

Then Wen Yu said, "This guy, could he be with his girlfriend..."

The implication was that Wang Zhen had deliberately turned off his phone to be intimate with his girlfriend.

Zhao Fusheng didn't respond, frowning as he thought. After a long pause, he said, "I don't think so. When has he ever disappeared without reason?"

Based on his understanding of Wang Zhen, the guy wouldn't vanish for no reason, and without even notifying the brothers.

"You don't think something's happened, do you?" Wen Yu looked at Zhao Fusheng and suddenly asked.

Zhao Fusheng's attitude infected him, giving him a different thought. If it was as Zhao Fusheng said, then Wang Zhen might be in trouble.

Zhao Fusheng's expression turned slightly serious. After hesitating, he said, "Can you find where he lives?"

Wen Yu was about to answer when footsteps sounded outside the door, and then the dormitory door was pushed open, and a large group of people walked in...