Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Retaliation
When Gu Che and Gu Mo arrived, what they saw was Tuanzi furiously beating up Gu Chi.
The young artist was slightly bent over, holding his head, letting the not-so-heavy punches fall on him.
He joked with a smile: "The loser has to eat a big plate of greens."
Tuanzi was livid, "It’s clearly just a plate, not a big plate, you’re so mean!"
[Ancient Martial System: So you really have to eat a plate of greens?]
[Miaomiao: Because Miaomiao lost the bet, a bet is a bet]
Despite not really wanting to eat the greens and feeling angry about being tricked, Tuanzi meant what she said.
She angrily jumped off Gu Chi and walked next to her other two brothers, holding one’s hand in each of hers.
"Let’s go home and ignore the mean brother."
Being called a mean brother, Gu Chi didn’t seem to mind, eyebrows slightly curved, following behind them, sometimes asking about Gu Che’s work arrangements, other times asking how long Gu Mo could take a break this time.
Tuanzi listened intently with her ears perked up.
The second brother is still very busy, and Gu Mo is busier than expected; he would be leaving Jiang City soon.
"Sigh."
She lowered her little head and sighed.
The siblings went next door for breakfast.
Tuanzi honored her promise and ate a plate of stir-fried bok choy all by herself.
While she ate, she glared fiercely at Gu Chi opposite her, as if what she was eating wasn’t bok choy, but her cousin sitting across.
Gu Chi: ^_^
Tuanzi: (〃＞皿＜)
Gu Mo looked blankly at their interaction, pondered for a bit, and gave his fried egg to his sister.
Tuanzi blinked, "Why give it to Miaomiao?"
"Weren’t you still hungry?"
Gu Mo asked, puzzled: "You keep staring at Little Chi’s bowl."
Gu Chi: "Pffft."
Tuanzi almost jumped up.
She dejectedly accepted the fried egg and took a big bite.
Why is Gu Mo so honest and naive, yet his brother so crafty?
Gu Che took a few photos and sent them to Gu Cheng.
The photos mainly featured Tuanzi and a plate of bok choy.
Since Gu Chi successfully urged his sister to eat greens, Gu Che, fearing reprimands from the eldest brother, took photos stealthily and said nothing, leaving it to Gu Cheng’s imagination.
[Gu Cheng: Well done, keep it up]
Gu Che couldn’t help but smile, but noticing a gaze from the opposite, he quickly straightened his expression.
He looked over, meeting Gu Chi’s smiling face.
Instantly, goosebumps were all over him.
He felt destined to be schemed against and thought, if he couldn’t provoke them, he could at least avoid them?
Later, he would take his sister home to play games, avoiding contact with these brothers.
Then, Gu Chi suddenly asked, "Miaomiao, I’m going to the art studio later, wanna come play?"
New place?
Tuanzi asked curiously, "Is the art studio fun?"
Gu Chi explained in detail.
"I want to go!"
Tuanzi raised her little paws, face filled with anticipation, as if it wasn’t her glancing fiercely at Gu Chi earlier.
Sisters are so easy to coax, Gu Chi cleared his throat, "But Little Che probably can’t go, you’ll be recognized."
Gu Che with an indifferent face: "Are you doing this on purpose?"
Gu Chi feigned innocence: "?"
"Brother, are you coming?" Gu Chi asked Gu Mo again.
Gu Mo shook his head, "A student’s project has some issues, I’ll talk with him later."
Gu Chi felt regrets, "Alright."
The professor’s eyebrows twitched upon seeing his brother’s disappointed face.
Not long after Gu Chi and Tuanzi went out, Gu Mo also left after finishing with the student’s matter.
Taking a cab to the vicinity of the art studio, he got off and intended to follow his memory to find his brother’s studio.
Looking up, there were many buildings around; which one held his brother’s studio?
Gu Mo: "..." He seemed lost.
The young professor began to debate whether to call his brother.
Originally wanting to surprise him, it now seemed like he would be a burden.
Just then, she heard faint sounds of people discussing nearby.
"It’s this one, right."
"It is, the studio is under his name, easy to find."
"Little brat, after sending us to jail, now he’s become an artist and opened a studio."
"No matter what, he needs a lesson."
Gu Mo turned to look, his pupils quivering.
These faces were all too familiar.
Unlike his grown-up brothers whose faces had changed slightly, these punks hadn’t changed much in appearance, nor in vibe. Clearly, after being released, they hadn’t gone straight.
Gu Mo instinctively touched the knife scar behind his ear.
The day of his brother’s accident, he whimsically went to school to find his brother, found him already gone, and followed his memory, getting lost accidentally.
The result of being lost was seeing three students hurriedly running away from an injured heroic younger brother.
The white shirt stained with blood, someone even tried to bash his brother’s hand with a club.
Gu Mo’s aura changed.
Compared to his once impulsive brother, he was considerably rational.
Facing the current situation, the first thing was to take out his phone and record; this was evidence.
The punks didn’t notice the well-dressed man fiddling with his phone, and striding toward the building after determining its location.
Faint voices drifted away.
"If there’re students in class, even better—give them a scare, guaranteeing nobody will dare to come to his studio anymore."
"What if the studio has surveillance?"
"Don’t be dumb; stand at the door but don’t go in, just say Gu Chi owes us money, and we’re here to collect the debt!"
"Most people will avoid unnecessary trouble, like those fleeing students back then."
Gu Mo clenched his fist.
His seemingly elegant face was gloomy.
Following behind them, he messaged his brother, suggesting he alert security in advance. If things turned south, he’d call the cops.
As soon as the punks arrived at a building, a little girl suddenly rushed down, smiling brightly upon seeing them.
Wasn’t that Miaomiao?
Gu Mo instinctively turned his back, afraid of being noticed.
He heard his sister’s soft voice.
"Brother gave Miaomiao lots of money to buy drinks; what should she buy?"
Tuanzi seemed to be talking to herself, even casually flashing a plump wallet.
The punks brushed past her, hearing her words, exchanged glances.
Experienced individuals understood each other’s thoughts instantly.
Temporarily leaving the studio aside, they trailed the little girl.
Gu Mo spotted their intentions, deciding not to alert them, and approached to intervene.
The little girl flaunting the wallet turned her head, looked at him from afar, and shook her head.
Gu Mo paused.
Did his sister have another plan?
Unlike other elders or brothers, Gu Mo’s thinking was somewhat unique.
Named a genius from a young age, he indeed accomplished tasks meant for geniuses, attending college very young.
Thus, he wasn’t sensitive to age, not considering a young age a hindrance for many activities.
He himself had solved many puzzles that adults couldn’t at a young age.
Yesterday at home, people praised his sister as a martial arts prodigy, her skills outstanding, calling her a little heroine.
So now, was the little heroine going to teach these punks a lesson?
Gu Mo was a bit thrilled, really not intervening, keeping a distance and close enough to help if needed.