<strong>Chapter 1283: Chapter 1283: Same Status, Different Treatment</strong>


    Although Tank didn’t know what Wang Xiao’s purpose was, since the other party proposed it, he decided to give him this courtesy.


    It was just a week’s wait; he didn’t lose anything and it gave him more time to prepare.


    Moreover, this way Tank and his men wouldn’t have to worry about the Orchid Group finding out. Even Wang Xiao said so, which meant he could rightfully teach Su Yongzhen a lesson in a week.


    “Thank you very much.” Wang Xiaoughed heartily. Although he said this, there was no gratitude on his face, just a sense of smugness.


    Even though Tank didn’t like this person either, he still smiled and said, “No need to be polite, Leader Wang, it’s a small matter.”


    The two chattered for a bit more before Wang Xiao drove off. As he sat in his car, he couldn’t help but hum a little tune to himself.


    In Su Yongzhen’s eyes, this was a big deal, the key to whether they could hang on in this street, but to Wang Xiao, this was just a means to make money. Just a few words and fifty thousand yuan were in hand.


    Moreover, Wang Xiao felt a secret delight, knowing he hadn’t solved the issue at its core, but only postponed Tank’s actions by a week.


    The next day, he’d go to Su Yongzhen to im credit, and get the other portion of money.


    In his view, a weekter Tank wouldn’t spare Su Yongzhen and his men, and a big battle was sure to erupt by then.


    He knew Su Yongzhen was no match for Tank; by then, Su Yongzhen’s gang would be routed and chased off the street, leaving them no position to question him.


    “Su Yongzhen, oh Su Yongzhen, you really are a big fool.” Driving by himself, Wang Xiao couldn’t help butugh heartily.


    Just as Wang Xiao left, Tank mmed a fist onto the table, extremely dissatisfied with Wang Xiao too. If it hadn’t been for the fact that he was part of the Orchid Group, he would have sent him flying with a punch.


    This Wang Xiao had no real skills, only reaching his position through ttery, and everyone knew he likely sold his dignity to get there.


    As Tank stewed in silent anger, a brother came to report that someone wanted to see him.


    “Who is it?” Tank asked coldly.


    “He says he’s Wen Shengbao, the second inmand under Su Yongzhen.” Seeing Tank so furious, the man replied cautiously.


    “No meeting, tell him to get lost, and if he bothers me again, I’ll deal with him first.” Tank gritted his teeth and said.


    To him, Su Yongzhen’s subordinatesing over now could only mean they wanted to negotiate peace.


    But right now, he was too angry to talk peace and was determined to take out Su Yongzhen.


    After all, Su Yongzhen’s men had beaten up his brothers and humiliated them in public, which was uneptable.


    Even a dog deserves respect for its owner, and this was clearly ack of respect that Tank couldn’t stomach.


    After hearing this, the man quickly ran out and ryed the message to Wen Shengbao word for word.


    Wen Shengbao seemed to have anticipated this, handing over a stic bag to the man, instructing him to give it to Tank.


    The man took the stic bag with uncertainty and peeked inside, his eyes lighting up immediately. It was full of money, at least a hundred thousand by the looks of it.


    Not daring to make a decision on such a matter, the man rushed back to Tank and ced the bag in front of him.


    Upon seeing what was inside, Tank’s eyes lit up. After a moment’s thought, he said, “Let him in.”


    No one dislikes money. If earning a hundred thousand could be this easy, Tank too was quite excited.


    Tank sat upright there, his face devoid of emotion as he watched the two men walk in from outside.


    One was tall and thin, the other short and fat, forming a stark contrast; they were Wen Shengbao and Zheng Feixiong.


    Tank knew Wen Shengbao but not Zheng Feixiong. He just sat there coldly watching the two without speaking.


    “Doesn’t Boss Tank offer us a seat for a chat?” Wen Shengbao said calmly, smiling all the while.


    Tank was slightly surprised that this person was so calm; he was evidently not an ordinary person.


    “Sit down, and just say what you came to say.” Tank replied bluntly.


    Upon hearing that these two were under Su Yongzhen, the surrounding members of the Kelun Gang closed in, each looking ready for a fight.


    Tank didn’t stop his men; he intended to give Wen Shengbao a tense atmosphere.


    But to his mild disappointment, Wen Shengbao showed no signs of fear, and still sat there with a faint smile.<fnff50> Official source is Find★Novel</fnff50>


    Seeing Wen Shengbao sit, Zheng Feixiong quickly sat down beside him.


    Tank’s face turned cold as he nced at Zheng Feixiong, clearly upset that he was now seated in front of him.


    Zheng Feixiong felt tense inside, especially with all the Kelun Gang members around creating immense pressure on him.


    He might bully ordinary people at times, but when it came down to it, he crumbled.


    “Who allowed you to sit?” Tank looked at Zheng Feixiong coldly.


    Zheng Feixiong’s face turned a bit ashen; given their equal status, Wen Shengbao could sit, so why couldn’t he? This left him somewhat embarrassed.


    He looked at Wen Shengbao as if seeking help, hoping he would say something, but to his disappointment, Wen Shengbao sat silently, showing no intention of speaking.


    “Our boss is talking to you, who do you think you are to sit here?” A Kelun Gang member dragged him up and pushed him aside when Zheng Feixiong didn’t respond.


    Zheng Feixiong’s face was livid; stepping forward, he cupped his hands at Tank, “Boss Tank, I’m also under Su Yongzhen, ranked third, and this is my second brother.”


    Trying to show his own status, hoping for a little respect just like Wen Shengbao, to be allowed to sit as well.


    “I don’t care who you are, stay over there and don’t mess around.” Tank said coldly.


    All the Kelun Gang members looked at Zheng Feixiong with disdain, with two directly dragging him by the cor before tossing him aside.


    Throughout this, Zheng Feixiong didn’t dare utter a word, enduring the push from side to side and the ridicule from them.


    He couldn’t understand why he, being equal in status with Wen Shengbao, had to endure this treatment while the other received respect and regard.


    Besides, the one hundred thousand was all his money, with Wen Shengbao not putting in a penny, which he felt was unfair.


    “Say what you need to, but if you’re here to make peace, then you might as well leave.” Tank said, tossing the bag in front of him forward.


    Tank’s attitude was clear—if they came to negotiate peace, they should take the money and leave, as reconciliation was impossible.


    Wen Shengbao just smiled faintly and said, “Boss Tank is overthinking; we didn’te to make peace.”