HuaYu: The most muscular director in history!

Chapter 88 is incredibly sinister! I studied "Lunyu" (a type of Chinese slang)!

"W-what do you mean?"

At ten o'clock in the morning, the strongest sunlight of the year shone on the strongest man in the courtyard, making his aura even more domineering!

The three of them stood in the yard, their feet on the grass, the sun shining overhead.

The Song brothers leaned against the door, their feet in the shadows, their eyes filled with fear.

"Do I even need to think about it? Didn't you just mention my surname?"

"What surname!" Liu Xinda shook his head vigorously. "You misheard Xiang Nan. We didn't mention you, nor did we provoke anyone. On the contrary, it was you who trespassed!"

"Xinda!"

Song Zhude raised his hand to interrupt his younger brother, and gestured with his chin toward Xiang Nan's back: "Do you have a search warrant? If so, just say so, what law have we broken?"

"Don't worry, there's no search warrant. Today's events have nothing to do with these two officials."

Upon hearing Xiang Nan's words, Song Zhude immediately puffed out his chest, but he still had some doubts in his heart.

Since there was no search warrant, what were these two men in blue uniforms doing in my courtyard?

He looked into the distance.

The gate to my brother's yard was obviously kicked down, so what's going on here?

Could it be that our plan to use Xiang Nan as a pretext has been discovered?

"Da Yi"

"What are you doing!"

Liu Xinda behind them cried out in surprise. Song Zhude looked up and saw Xiang Nan walking towards them.

He frowned, raised his hand, and pointed angrily: "What are you doing! Huh? What do you want to do? In broad daylight, under the open sky—"

"You're really cultured, aren't you? Hehehe—Although I've also studied a little Chinese, I studied 'Lunyu'!" After saying that, Xiang Nan strode towards the two of them with a gloomy face.

"Stop!"

Liu Xinda stepped forward from behind: "I'm from the Writers' Association, and I'm ordering you to stop!"

"laugh"

Xiang Nan just scoffed and didn't say anything more.

Since he said he was there to take them in, he couldn't possibly be persuaded to leave with just a few words.

"clatter-

'

It wasn't until Xiang Nan's body came into view that the two of them truly understood the meaning of the numbers.

This is a mountain!

"Gudong 1"

Someone swallowed hard, a sound so clear among the three of them.

Liu Xinda, standing to the side, stumbled, but stubbornly insisted, "I'm warning you, if—"

Before he could finish speaking—

"ha!!!"

"Holy crap!"

With a "thud," he was so frightened by Xiang Nan's threat that he fell to the ground.

Xiang Nan's gaze then turned to Song Zhude.

Song Zhude was calmer than his brother. He suddenly thought of something and turned his head to look at the two police officers in the courtyard.

"Please investigate! Aren't you going to do anything about this?"

Xiang Nan observed his actions but surprisingly remained silent.

In the courtyard, Old Gao whistled and looked up: "Little Gao, what do you think of the weather later?"

Xiao Gao glanced at the scorching sun, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead: "I don't know, this weather is so unpredictable. Look at the raindrops on my face, it'll probably rain soon."

"Then we need to collect the laundry, right?"

"Yeah, these clothes get wet every day I wear them."

"Grass!"

Seeing that reporting to the police wouldn't work, Song Zhude turned around, grabbed his younger brother, and went inside, slamming the door shut.

Xiang Nan simply watched throughout the entire process without making any other moves.

Only after he closed the door did Xiang Nan slowly walk to the door.

In the courtyard, the two policemen exchanged a glance, both vaguely guessing Xiang Nan's intentions.

However, as a public figure, Xiang Nan is still mindful of the potential impact.

What if he wants to teach them a lesson?

Scare me!

It just so happens that many families liked to use wooden doors in 05, and this is a wooden door in front of us.

Inside the house, the two brothers were completely terrified.

They didn't expect that just as they were planning to dig up dirt on Xiang Nan and Liu Yifei, the parties involved would come knocking on their door, demanding the truth about the two.

In the aisle, Liu Xinda was already somewhat at a loss!

Talking about cultural associations and civilization is useless now. They're right outside the door ready to beat you up. Do you think talking about those things will make Xiang Nan let go?

"Brother! What do we do?"

Song Zhude was actually quite flustered. He paused, took out his phone from his pocket, and was about to make a call—

"Click—"

'

Something happened that the two brothers would never forget!

With a sharp crack, the sturdy wooden door of their own house was ripped off by a pair of large hands.

At the doorway, Xiang Nan's neck veins bulged, and he gripped the wooden door with both hands before violently slamming it outwards.

"Clang clang clang"

The wooden door was thrown into the yard.

He was panting slightly when his hawk-like gaze suddenly glared at the two people inside the room, startling them so much they stumbled.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Heavy footsteps echoed on the floor as Xiang Nan slowly approached the two men. He bent down slightly and looked at Song Zhude, whose legs were trembling.

"I've wanted to get my hands on you for so, so, so long!"

Song Zhude didn't dare look him in the eye, but still stammered, "I... I didn't do anything to you!"

"Weren't you preparing dirt on me and Liu Yifei? Huh?"

Liu Xinda, who was on the ground, was startled and his eyes suddenly turned to his older brother.

Didn't you say it was foolproof? Huh?

You promised to criticize Liu Yifei for being a pervert, and I would criticize Liu Yifei for being a pervert. What happened to that?

Why am I being confronted now? And what's worse, I've been dragged into this!

Song Zhude's home is in Guangzhou. Before he came to my house, nothing happened. But after he came, Xiang Nan came knocking on the door.

Whose fault is it? Is there even a question?

In the corridor, Song Zhude forced himself to calm down, glanced up at Xiang Nan, and then lowered his head again.

"What do you want?"

"How is it?" Xiang Nan tilted his head and grinned.

"brush-

""

A large hand reached out and lifted Song Zhude up by the collar.

"Holy crap, don't do anything reckless!"

Just as Liu Xinda stood up, another large hand lifted him up as well.

Outside the courtyard, Xiao Gao and Lao Gao exchanged a glance and silently turned away.

We can't see it, we can't see it, we can't see it—

"Xiang Nan! Hitting someone is against the law, don't be impulsive!"

"Xiang, Xiang Xiang Xiang Nan, you, you, you want anything? I'll give you anything. Do you need money? I have—"

"Fuck you!" This was the first time Xiang Nan had been this angry since his rebirth.

His piercing gaze swept over the two of them, and his chilling words rang in their ears: "From today onwards, if either of you dares to post anything online that slanders me or Yifei, I'll kill you both alive!"

"Did you hear me?!"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes!"

"Okay, okay, okay!"

"Hmph—" Xiang Nan flicked his hand, slamming the two of them to the ground, then turned and left.

"Huff, huff, huff—" In the corridor, the two brothers were panting heavily, their eyes filled with fear.

They watched as Xiang Nan walked out of the courtyard, arrived at the gate, got into the police car, and drove away.

Only then did Liu Xinda ask tremblingly, "Brother, I, we've lost so much face today, and—"

"What else?"

Song Zhude was completely numb; all he wanted to do was escape back to Guangzhou as quickly as possible.

"He was wearing black gloves, there were no security cameras, so how are you going to report him? Besides—"

Everyone else is wearing them—