Choosing Bad Guys

Jiang Junyi raised a hand. "All right, all right, cut out this empty flattery."

"Today's main purpose is to select a few members to play villains—the nastier, the better."

After speaking, Jiang Junyi swept his gaze over the people seated at the table: Aunt Zhao, Old Liang, Old Wang, and Old Feng.

The four exchanged glances, then all revealed subtle smiles.

"No problem, Young Master. This is our specialty!" Old Wang started bragging again.

Though no one knew whether he was actually bragging.

"Very good. Confidence is a good thing."

"Here's the situation..." Jiang Junyi explained what the selected members would need to do. According to the investigation, debt collectors usually operated in groups of three.

So they would use threats, temptations, and all sorts of wicked methods to drive Su Shuangshuang to the brink.

Then they would coordinate with Black Palace's undercover... pfft, what undercover? They were called agents.

They would work together with the Black Palace agents to put on a heroic damsel-in-distress rescue.

Of course, they had to be capable of escaping from Black Palace members.

For the sake of authenticity, Wang Hao and the others naturally could not go easy on them. Nor could they let Black Palace's legitimate members notice anything suspicious, so the manner of their exchanges would require great care.

"Do you understand?" Jiang Junyi asked seriously as he gnawed on a skewer, looking at the people guzzling beer.

"Understood! (Chew chew chew)"

"Good. Go pick some candidates now. You have the debt collectors' addresses; Uncle Wu will send them over later." Jiang Junyi nodded.

After finishing the skewers in their hands, everyone at the table turned to look at Old Feng in unison.

Old Feng scratched his head. "What? Why are you all looking at me?"

"You know the dirtiest people in the Baiting Force. Who else would we look at?" Old Liang said with a roll of his eyes.

"Exactly. Just shout once and won't everyone show up?" Old Wang patted Old Feng on the shoulder.

Jiang Junyi slowly tilted his head. Wasn't this supposed to be something that required rounds upon rounds of selection? Why did they make it sound so easy?

"Ah, fine." Old Feng sighed and stood, walking toward the street.

He took a deep breath and shouted, "Get me three people to play scumbags! You need to be strong, and know your own limits!"

His voice echoed through the street, carrying far into the distance.

Jiang Junyi's eyes flashed. From that shout alone, he could tell that Uncle Feng's strength was absolutely not to be underestimated.

At the very least, he was a grandmaster. That penetrating power, that booming vitality...

After Old Feng shouted, quite a few members on the street turned in unison toward Jiang Junyi.

The next second, countless figures charged straight toward the barbecue stall.

Just as Jiang Junyi thought the place was about to become a complete mess, the group started fighting midway.

Only those still standing could crawl their way before the Young Master!

That was what they thought.

Amusingly, just before the fight erupted, the crowd on the street scattered at once, and even the street vendors shifted their stalls aside.

True Qi erupted, and explosive sounds of air being torn apart rang out one after another. The sounds of fists and kicks colliding were endless.

The battle finally came to an end ten minutes later.

Three battered and bruised members stood before Jiang Junyi.

Jiang Junyi's mouth twitched wildly. What kind of hardcore selection method was this...

He steadied himself and said, "From left to right, I'll call you Number One through Number Three. We'll start with Number One. Introduce what kind of scumbag you're best at playing."

Number One nodded. "Young Master, I'm good at threatening people! I'm incredibly fierce and vicious! Hm—!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Number One's clothes exploded apart, revealing tattoos across his entire back and thick tattoo sleeves on both arms. Combined with his savage face, he really looked the part!

Jiang Junyi nodded after looking him over. "Not bad."

"What about Number Two?"

Number Two stepped forward. "Young Master, I'm good at playing a pervert."

Jiang Junyi raised a hand slightly, signaling him to begin his performance.

Number Two's expression suddenly twisted into something utterly grotesque, his eyes gleaming with strange excitement and depravity.

"Heh heh heh!"

Still laughing, he pulled out a dagger and licked it.

"Bang bang bang!" Jiang Junyi hammered the table frantically. "Perfect! A perfect pervert!"

Number Two returned to normal and kept bowing. "Thank you for your approval, Young Master!"

Jiang Junyi then turned his gaze to Number Three. "What talent do you have? Show me."

"Young Master, I can be really sleazy!" Number Three declared proudly.

Jiang Junyi did not laugh when he heard that. Instead, he looked thoughtful. "All right. Let's see what you can do."

Number Three first gathered himself. Then his eyes changed, endless lust and lechery spilling from them. Together with the licentious grin curling at his lips, a chill rose in Jiang Junyi's heart.

Pretending there was a little beauty before him, he made extremely vile gestures toward empty air—pinching her chin teasingly, bending down to whisper, licking his lips, and more.

A performance with no props!

Jiang Junyi screamed inwardly, Talents! They're all fucking talents!

"Not bad! Very good!"

Jiang Junyi stood and walked before the three of them. "The three of you must coordinate well. You'll also need disguises; Uncle Wu will notify you of the specific requirements later. But there is one extremely important point!"

"That is, you must make the other side feel the deepest despair possible!"

"Do you understand?"

The three straightened up. "Understood!"

"Very good! Go take care of your own business first. We begin tonight."

After the three left, a smile appeared on Jiang Junyi's face. He could not help sighing inwardly that the Baiting Force truly was full of talent.

Old Feng sat down with a smile. "Young Master, are you satisfied with those three?"

"Satisfied. Very satisfied!"

Old Wang teased, "If you're looking for bad guys, look to Old Feng. You can't go wrong!"

"Fuck off! I just happen to know more people, that's all." Old Feng rolled his eyes.

"Mm-hm, you just happen to know more people. But don't ask how you happened to know them, right?" Old Liang mocked.

"Hey?"

"All right, you're all grown adults, yet you're still bickering in front of the Young Master." Aunt Zhao gave each of them a smack, then looked kindly at Jiang Junyi. "Young Master, do you have any other instructions?"

"Auntie, I think we need an elder to secretly protect them." Jiang Junyi thought for a moment. "There can be no holding back this time. It has to feel real, so Black Palace won't see through it."

When Aunt Zhao heard Jiang Junyi's words, a warm smile appeared on her face.

What a good child. He even considered his own people.

"It's fine. I'll make the trip myself," Aunt Zhao said with a chuckle.

"Huh?" Jiang Junyi was a little stunned. "Auntie, you... shouldn't trouble yourself, should you?"

"Bah!" Aunt Zhao waved a hand. "I'm in excellent health! It's decided. I'll go myself!"

Unable to persuade Aunt Zhao otherwise, Jiang Junyi could only agree helplessly.

Everything was now ready; all they lacked was the east wind.

And that east wind would blow tonight...

Jiang Junyi checked the time. It was only two in the afternoon, still two hours until Wan Xiaoxiao's parent-teacher meeting.

"Uncle Wu, how long will it take to get from here to Qingyun?"

"Half an hour."

Jiang Junyi's eyes lit up. "Then let's go right away!"

"Yes!"

"Hey! Young Master! Bring something for Young Madam!"