Chapter 389: Chapter 389: News of Father
The corner of Crazy Feng’s mouth twitched imperceptibly. This chubby girl was rather interesting. Other kids were terrified of him—they’d start wailing before he even spoke, which was annoying as hell. Yet this one could eat, drink tea, and chat with him. She had some real nerve.
"You’re not scared of me?" Crazy Feng asked deliberately.
Tang Xiao’nan froze, unsure how to answer. ’Some big shots don’t want people to be scared of them, but others are the complete opposite and live for the fear. Which type is this psycho?’
"Do you want people to be scared of you?" Tang Xiao’nan asked honestly.
This time, it was Crazy Feng’s turn to be stunned. ’What kind of bullshit answer is that?’
"You see my eyes and you’re not scared?" Crazy Feng asked, getting straight to the point about his eyes.
Tang Xiao’nan stared with wide eyes for a good while but couldn’t see anything particularly special about them. She shook her head. "What’s wrong with your eyes?"
’I can’t figure it out, and I can’t be bothered with this nonsense anymore,’ she thought. ’He should just get to the point.’
Crazy Feng was a little surprised. He pointed to the scar at the corner of his eye. "You’re not scared of this?"
Tang Xiao’nan breathed a sigh of relief. ’Holy crap, it’s just a scar! I was racking my brain, guessing he was cross-eyed, had dead-fish eyes, or even frog eyes. Turns out there was nothing wrong with his eyes at all.’
"I’m not scared."
And she truly wasn’t. She wasn’t even afraid of watching pigs being slaughtered, so why would she be scared of a tiny scar? Besides, she wasn’t really a child. ’Back in my day, I was tough enough to watch *The Ring*!’
"My dad slaughters pigs. The knives are huge, and there’s so much blood, but I’m not scared at all."
Tang Xiao’nan gestured as she spoke, emphasizing that she truly wasn’t afraid. But she still found it odd. ’Why would a gangster care so much about his looks? It’s not like he’s in a beauty pageant. What’s the big deal about one scar?’
Crazy Feng’s expression softened. ’So she’s a butcher’s daughter. No wonder she’s so bold.’ He pushed the snacks in front of Tang Xiao’nan. "Go on, eat."
Tang Xiao’nan didn’t want to eat at all, but she didn’t dare disobey the big shot, so she ate obediently. Then she saw Crazy Feng wave to Adrian Hawthorne and the others. "The one in charge, come over here."
Goldie Thorne instinctively started to get up, but Adrian Hawthorne was faster. He walked over and sat down next to Tang Xiao’nan. Goldie resentfully sat back down. ’This is ridiculous,’ he fumed. ’I’m the adult here, but I’m being treated like his sidekick!’
"Don’t be so sore about it, buddy," Aston Marsh whispered. "It’s clear to me that Adrian is just smarter than you."
Goldie Thorne snapped back, "Sure, he’s smart, but his age is what it is. I’m the adult here, for crying out loud."
"That doesn’t mean anything. Age is no barrier to greatness. There was once a nine-year-old who became a prime minister, you know."
Aston Marsh’s words left Goldie Thorne utterly speechless.
Crazy Feng looked at Adrian Hawthorne in surprise, then glanced over at the indignant Goldie Thorne. He was even more intrigued now. "You’re the one in charge?"
Tang Xiao’nan quickly interjected, "He’s the one who calls the shots."
Adrian Hawthorne calmly added, "I heard that if you want to source goods around here, you have to pay your respects first."
Crazy Feng was even more surprised. ’This kid actually knows the rules.’ He asked, "What does your father do?"
’A kid like this definitely isn’t from some ordinary family.’
"You probably wouldn’t know my father, but my grandfather is Shepherd Hawthorne. My family is the Hawthorne of ’Chen of the North, Hawthorne of the South’," Adrian Hawthorne announced, stating his lineage.
Crazy Feng stared at him for a long moment, then suddenly smiled. "You’re a lot like your father."
"You know my father? Where is he now?" Adrian Hawthorne asked, a look of joyful surprise on his face.
There had been no word from his father for four years. He had thought his father was already dead.
"You’re not with your father?" Crazy Feng found this odd.
Adrian Hawthorne shook his head. "We were separated four years ago."
Crazy Feng had a good idea of what must have happened. He looked at the boy with newfound admiration. ’Four years ago, he couldn’t have been more than eight or nine. And he seems to have done pretty well for himself. This kid is capable.’
