Chapter 66: A Stormy Night, Dark Currents Surge

Three minutes later, only Qin Shi remained standing in the corridor.

The youth had his hands in his pockets, his gaze calm.

The blond who looked like he could fight had his head drooping, his waist bent, hanging limply on the handrail.

The remaining dozen or so little brothers, like improperly planted seedlings, fell crookedly all over the ground.

"All trash."

Qin Shi spoke with regret, as if not yet satisfied.

These thugs absorbed by the Yi Quan Society couldn't even force out his Wind Fist Style.

With just eighteen points of Qi Life Force, he had already achieved absolute domination.

"A Shi, what's the noise outside..."

Li Yuan walked out of the Dean's Office, saw this scene, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"What's going on?"

Xie Yucheng, having witnessed the fight firsthand, was extremely excited:

"Luo Ji's men came looking for trouble, wanting to shut down the nursing home. Not only were they disrespectful to Brother Ze, they even started hitting people. Fortunately A Shi was there! He mowed them down like cutting melons and vegetables!"

"Ah? A Shi, you took on over ten by yourself? That's so brave!"

Li Yuan was stunned.

He and Xie Yucheng had attended Lao Liang's tutoring class, mastered basic fighting techniques, and were outstanding in all aspects.

Even so, these two could at most handle three or four adults.

To single-handedly take on so many street thugs was truly impossible.

After all, those absorbed into the Yi Quan Society mostly knew some fighting skills and weren't weak.

"Wow, it's Dao Zaiming who follows Luo Ji! I heard he's very good at Sanda..."

Li Yuan carefully glanced at the blond whose nasal bone was broken, his whole face covered in blood, showing the same surprised expression as Xie Yucheng:

"A Shi, your Qi Life Force must be over fifteen points, right? Otherwise, there's no way you could beat Dao Zaiming!

He can kick through three arm-thick hardwood poles with his legs, Luo Ji's number one fighter."

Qin Shi shrugged his shoulders. Since seeing those top students from Qiguang Heng University's Martial Arts Department, he had completely lost interest in these thugs of Old Factory Street.

Poor fighting style, many flaws, and poor physical quality.

He had to admit, these most outstanding top students of the Urban Circle indeed had a very high overall level.

You have to know, for the same person with the same Qi Life Force, the meaning represented differs greatly.

Just like the experts of the Inspection Team, most are around fifty points, but if they lack sufficient resources or additional opportunities, their lifetime upper limit will most likely stop at sixty points.

But the top students of Qiguang Heng University's Martial Arts Department, if they have fifty points of Qi Life Force in their sophomore stage, seriously compete in body competitions for a few years, or are luckily noticed and taken in by a professor to receive careful cultivation.

The chance of breaking one hundred points of Qi Life Force before graduation is very high.

"This fight doesn't even count as a warm-up. The only benefit is that it can increase proficiency for the fighter's professional certification, making it convenient for me to unlock the next skill slot early."

Qin Shi suppressed his thoughts, turned his head and said to Li Yuan:

"Brother Yuan, how to handle this? According to your gang's rules?"

Li Yuan frowned, not expecting Luo Ji's men to be so arrogant, even wanting to step on the place where Brother Ze supports the Yi Quan Society brothers' elderly care.

"First throw them out, then I'll find Brother Ze to explain clearly. This time it's Luo Ji who caused trouble; they're not in the right. The Big Boss shouldn't play favorites..."

Qin Shi lowered his eyelids. He had used Inner Vision several times to capture breath, probing that Beiguan Street Brother Ze.

Feeling the other party was not a clay figurine without fire, letting people knead and pinch.

"Deliberately enduring?"

Qin Shi silently considered.

"Don't worry, A Shi. It won't implicate you. Brother Ze values righteousness; you stood up for him, he'll definitely cover you."

Seeing Qin Shi staring blankly in a daze, Xie Yucheng thought he was worried about retaliation, and hurriedly patted his chest, saying:

"I and Brother Yuan can also share the burden for you."

"Thanks, Cheng Ge."

Qin Shi smiled.

He hadn't actually considered this issue. Not to mention Lin Yunqing's elder brother is the Director of Qiguang Heng University General Affairs Office, a genuine system new rich.

Just saying last time at the gym, that dog woman easily called over the Inspection Team Leader.

With this background, how could it be small!

Cling to the big thigh, eat soft rice hard, enough to deal with it.

What Brother Ze, Brother Ji, placed before Lin Yunqing, this Urban Circle academic clique second generation, are not worth mentioning at all.

Old Factory Street is ultimately a desolate place no one cares about, unable to raise any formidable characters.

Those big shots at most treat it as a restaurant to cut meat and drink blood for a full meal, occasionally visiting a few times.

A few minutes later.

Li Yuan, who came back after making a phone call, had a very ugly complexion:

"A Biao is gone! Brother Ze drove to the Big Boss's place!"

Xie Yucheng was shocked:

"How is he gone?"

That baby-faced youth A Biao has always been Brother Ze's right-hand man.

Their relationship is close, not inferior to blood brothers!

"The club the Big Boss is preparing had an important client yesterday, suddenly got interested in fighting in the Life and Death Arena, and sent his own bodyguards onto the stage.

Winning two matches in a row, the Big Boss couldn't save face, so he sent A Biao to take the stage, as a result..."

Li Yuan gritted his teeth.

Boom!

Qin Shi, standing in the corridor, turned his head, his gaze through the window seeing gloomy dark clouds gathering, rolling summer thunder shattering the earth.

"It's going to rain."

He said softly.

……

……

Screech—

The car tires scraped hard against the ground, emitting a piercing noise, like an angry beast suddenly stopping at the doorway of Black Flame Grand Hotel.

Before the greeter could come forward to help open the car door, a short-haired man with a fierce bearing strode out.

He walked with wind, directly coming to the front desk, both eyes tightly staring at the lobby manager:

"I am Cheng Ze, I want to see Hao Ge."

Although these years Yu Hai Construction's business has grown bigger and bigger, taking on several major projects in the Urban Circle, Boss Qin Lihao had no intention of residing long-term; every time he came, he often chose to stay at Black Flame Grand Hotel where the Qin Family held shares.

The phone was connected, directly reaching the landline of the Presidential Suite.

After about half a minute, the front desk manager carefully handed over the room card:

"Mr. Cheng, go right, take the elevator, press the twenty-eighth floor."

Cheng Ze stepped into the elevator, the iron railing slowly lowered, as the rolling numbers rose, twenty-eight arrived not long after.

"Brother Ze."

The bodyguards guarding both sides glanced at each other, then said "Sorry" in unison, stopping Cheng Ze and searching him.

Confirming he was not carrying weapons, they then let him pass.

Obviously, the entire Yi Quan Society knew A Biao had died miserably in the ring, believing this would anger Brother Ze of Beiguan Street.

Stepping on the carpet through the corridor, he was again stopped by the bodyguard at the suite doorway, searched again, to guarantee one hundred percent safety.

"Hao Ge."

Cheng Ze stepped out of the entryway, standing in the middle of the living room.

Black Flame Grand Hotel's Presidential Suite was in the elegant style of the Ancient Era, every detail revealing noble atmosphere and honor.

Especially the four-to-five-meter large desk in the main living room, extremely eye-catching, combined with the huge floor-to-ceiling window behind, the broad view, that sense of superiority and success looking down upon all living beings, arose naturally.

"A Biao's death was an accident."

Qin Lihao was still wearing a white suit, notched lapel double-breasted, appearing broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, unusually strong.

"I discussed freight business with Old Zheng of Zhou City; you know this person, he likes stimulation.

Too many beautiful women, no fun, just wants to watch some violent fighting. But just fighting and seeing blood without betting is also meaningless, we two bet on a split."

Cheng Ze remained silent; if a fight lost several hundred thousand, it was of no importance to Hao Ge.

But the profit split from doing business together involved huge interests.

Losing two rounds in a row, losing who knows how much money, it's no wonder Hao Ge got anxious.

"I thought A Biao had been with you for so many years, his boxing skills weren't bad, giving him another shot of Nine Dragon Stimulant before he entered the ring should be fine... Forget it, lost three rounds, giving up fifteen percent of the split, I don't want to mention it again."

"A Biao is your brother; he's gone like this, you feel bad inside. Later go to the company finance to draw some money, handle the funeral well."

Qin Lihao had his back turned, holding a thick long cigar:

"Rest assured, Old Zheng's account, I will collect it sooner or later! He lost face for me; next time I'll step on his face!"

Cheng Ze asked expressionlessly:

"Hao Ge, A Biao has no relatives; the Yi Quan Society is his home. Can that nursing home be kept?"

Qin Lihao frowned:

"The company is also in difficulty, A Ze. I took on the Old City District renovation project in one breath, also partnered with Zhou City side, and contacted Bi Lei Cheng side to buy land, reclaim medicinal herb fields; the capital chain is seriously tight."

"You valuing righteousness is a good thing, but I can't support idlers eating dry rice. My father taught me since childhood, no work no food!"

Cheng Ze wanted to say something more, the desk phone rang again; Qin Lihao turned and picked up the receiver.

Listening for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed tighter:

"Understood."

He simply said that and hung up, looking at Cheng Ze with a full face of displeasure:

"A Ze, your little brothers underneath are very unruly; they beat up Brother Ji's people. For A Biao's sake, this time I'll let it go."

"I know you followed your old man for several years, but the old saying goes, one emperor one minister; when your old man called the shots you were diligent, when I make decisions you hem and haw."

"I let you buy land; how much did you collect in a week? Can't catch up with Brother Ji's three days of progress! A Ze, I don't want others to say I don't value old ties; you'd better behave yourself."

Cheng Ze lowered his head:

"From now on I'll guard the dock; Old Factory Street will be handed over to Brother Ji."

Qin Lihao nodded, expressing satisfaction:

"Mm, you miss the old brothers of the Yi Quan Society so much; just let them follow you to move goods and earn a living. After Old Factory Street is developed, I'll let Brother Ji give you a few venues."

Cheng Ze bent his waist, bowing:

"Thank you, Hao Ge."

"Later I'll set a table; you and Brother Ji have a drink, considered turning weapons into jade and silk."

Qin Lihao put the cigar on the rack, letting it naturally extinguish:

"All working for the company, contributing to the company; don't make things too stiff."

Cheng Ze nodded, and at Hao Ge's indication sat on the sofa on the right side.

He placed both hands on his knees, eyes watching the Galaxy clock on the large desk.

……

……

In the afternoon, one minute past four.

"Jie Shao, what a coincidence!"

In front of the fountain plaza of the Black Flame Grand Hotel, Luo Ji, upon seeing that big red classic Tianchi sports car, hurriedly trotted over, like an alert doorman, and helped open the car door.

"Brother Ji, it's you."

The youth wearing fashionable sunglasses stepped out of the sports car:

"Did you come to report work to Third Brother?"

Luo Ji wore a fawning smile on his face, but his tone was full of helplessness:

"Sigh, don't mention it, my little brothers were beaten by Brother A Ze's people, badly injured, several were carried into the hospital emergency room."

The youth removed his sunglasses:

"Cheng Ze of Beiguan Street? Third Brother doesn't even back you up, always letting him ride on your head. In terms of ability to handle matters, and loyalty to the company, ten Cheng Zes can't compare to you, Brother Ji."

While sighing, Luo Ji couldn't help but mix in a trace of grievance:

"Brother A Ze is an old employee of the company, his seniority is deeper than mine."

The youth revealed a contemptuous expression, patting Luo Ji's shoulder:

"Brother Ji, rest assured, I'll mention it to Third Brother later. He's long been displeased with those old-timers in the company who put on airs, occupying the toilet without shitting."

A few days ago Third Brother was still cursing people, saying Cheng Ze doesn't do things actively, buying land and collecting houses dragging on and on... By the way, Brother Ji, you told me last time that there are many pretty girls at the girls' school in Dangyang East Suburbs, is that true?"

Luo Ji's eyes lit up, he leaned over and asked:

"Jie Shao is interested?"

The youth licked his lips, his originally fairly handsome face looked much greasier:

"I almost had my legs broken by the crazy woman Lin Yunqing, lying in bed for nearly half a month, suffocating terribly. Third Brother also likes to control me, not letting me mess around in the Urban Circle. Brother Ji, do you have a way?"

Luo Ji deeply knew that compared to the violent and sinister boss Qin Lihao, Qin Zhijie, who had been raised in a sugar jar since childhood, was easier to deal with.

He smiled and said:

"I'm recently responsible for the demolition of Old Factory Street. If Jie Shao wants to play, it can be arranged anytime, guaranteed to be all fresh tender tea that hasn't had its buds picked."

Hearing this, Qin Zhijie felt hot in his heart, as if a fire was rushing up, wishing he could pull Luo Ji aside right now to chat in detail.

"Brother Ji, let's go up together..."

"Sir, no parking here, please move the car!"

A figure wearing a doorman's uniform, with the brim of his hat pressed very low, approached.

"Are you blind? This is Hao Ge's brother! Don't you know who the Black Flame Grand Hotel belongs to?"

Luo Ji angrily rebuked.

"Qin Lihao's brother? Qin Zhijie?"

The doorman was slightly surprised.

"Raise your head, I feel like I haven't seen you before!"

Luo Ji's heart skipped a beat, the hotel doorman actually dared to call Hao Ge by name directly?

He was just feeling something was wrong, when that figure suddenly pounced, strong current instantly penetrated his body.

"What are you doing..."

Qin Zhijie reacted half a beat slow, letting the doorman who had trotted over from behind raise his hand and knock him unconscious.

A delivery van for the hotel happened to stop, blocking most of the sight.

The two lost consciousness, and were just like that thrown into the back seat.

……

……

In the afternoon, five-thirty.

Qin Lihao waited impatiently, told his little brothers to call Luo Ji's phone, but always couldn't get through.

"What the hell is A Ji doing!"

His anger surged up.

Five-forty.

The landline rang.

A long silence.

After hearing the request made by the person on the other end, Qin Lihao's temples had veins jumping:

"There are no regret pills in the world, friend. Provoking the Qin Family is not a wise choice. If you need money to spend, I, Qin Lihao, like making friends the most, especially making friends with money, give as much as you want."

A long beep, the phone was hung up.

Qin Lihao gripped his palm tight, the handset crackled and shattered.

He suddenly looked at Cheng Ze sitting on the sofa, his gaze fierce and sharp:

"A Ze!"

"What happened, Hao Ge?"

Cheng Ze's eyes were full of confusion.

"It's nothing. A Ji and Ajie had an accident, you stay here, don't go anywhere."

Qin Lihao made Cheng Ze, who was standing up, sit down, he had a gloomy face, and strode out of the suite.

"It's raining."

Cheng Ze leaned back into the sofa, this time his gaze penetrated the floor-to-ceiling window.

The heavy, gloomy clouds were torn open by lightning.

The torrential rain finally smashed down upon the mortal world!

(Chapter End)