You Don't Respect Me!

Before dinner, I received a call from Lu Mingzhu.

She said that most of the hotel's employees were extremely loyal to the big boss, making it difficult for them to take over.

Zhang Fusheng didn't say much, he just asked her to compile some information and send it over.

In the evening, dinner was served as usual in that small, quiet room on the fourth floor.

This time, however, dinner was eaten in silence.

Chen Yuque's left hand was limp, and the fair skin on it throbbed from time to time, as if some unique force was coursing through it, destroying its vitality.

She frowned, enduring the pain, and silently ate her vegetables.

The Little Bean was unusually silent, focusing solely on eating.

The atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

On the contrary, it was the honest and simple-minded Niu Dali who kept showing concern for Zhang Fusheng.

Zhang Fusheng responded to every word, a faint smile on his face.

The two seemed to be very close.

"I've finished eating." Chen Yuque put down her chopsticks, got up, and left.

"I'm full too."

The Little Bean pushed his bowl away, hesitated for a moment, and said:

"Let's eat separately from now on."

She also got up and left.

In the quiet room, only Zhang Fusheng and Niu Dali remained.

The Eldest Senior Brother shoveled a big mouthful of rice:

"By the way, Junior Disciple Brother, I heard that there was a rainstorm in Longzhou City a week ago, and you encountered some danger?"

He was testing the waters.

That night, all the hotel staff were on the rooftop, under Zhang Fusheng's mental influence, and had no idea what was happening.

All that was left for them was the shattered lobby and the concrete ground outside, which looked as if it had been plowed by heavy artillery fire.

Zhang Fusheng hummed in agreement.

"Someone attacked me."

"Is it dangerous?" the Eldest Senior Brother asked.

"It's alright," Zhang Fusheng said with a smile, "Just some little guys. With the help of a senior, it was cleaned up quickly."

He didn't know what his Eldest Senior Brother planned to do next, but Zhang Fusheng himself also needed time. Behind his Eldest Senior Brother was the Western Sect.

He needs the Brave Lion meat delivered tomorrow, and he needs to make some deals with the hardened criminals in Jiangzhou Prison.

Before the Contract Book could be used again, Zhang Fusheng did not even intend to activate the High Heaven Token held by Shi Zhengyuan and Mr. Du.

The Eldest Senior Brother's pupils contracted slightly, and he let out an "Oh":

"The Ping'an Hotel of the Dragon Boat was negligent in its duties and failed to protect you. I have already made them all commit suicide."

"Also, that Lu Mingzhu you brought back recently went to the Ping'an Hotel in the Ninth District. I made her endure ten days of water torture and three hundred Red Cudgel there as punishment."

Zhang Fusheng put down his chopsticks and shook his head, saying:

"Senior brother, she's mine."

The Eldest Senior Brother didn't even look up:

"Junior brother, I was helping you train your subordinates, and since I failed to protect you, you deserve to be punished."

"But Eldest Senior Brother, there's a saying: 'Even when beating a dog, one should consider its owner.'"

"Junior brother, let me teach you a lesson today: if you encounter a vicious dog on the street, you should not only beat the dog, but also beat the owner who raised it."

Zhang Fusheng stared at his Eldest Senior Brother, clearly sensing the intense, almost tangible, murderous intent emanating from him!

The attitudes of my Second Senior Sister and Third Senior Sister towards me have clearly changed.

The fact that the Eldest Senior Brother didn't immediately order an assassination attempt on him didn't seem to be solely due to fear of someone behind him.

It seems to be

Waiting for something.

Zhang Fusheng stood up:

I've finished eating.

"Take care." The Eldest Senior Brother still didn't raise his head.

After the Junior Disciple Brother left the Martial Arts Academy, Chen Yuque returned to the meditation room sometime later.

"Is he really my Junior Disciple Brother?"

"It was precisely because of this uncertainty that I didn't make a move against him."

Niu Dali, with his honest and simple appearance, sighed softly:

"Let's observe further. If we can find evidence that our Junior Disciple Brother has direct contact with the Chaimen or the Western Sect..."

Chen Yuque sighed softly:

"Should we wait until Master returns before discussing this?"

"That's what I think too," the Eldest Senior Brother said in a low voice, his eyes closed. "But if it really is the Junior Disciple Brother, I'm afraid he won't want us to wait for Master to return."

"That thug this afternoon, peak Twelve Refinements Realm."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuque paused for a moment:

"Senior brother, you're still too soft-hearted. Actually, the evidence we've gathered so far is enough."

"No, I'm worried that someone is framing Junior Disciple Brother, so we must continue the investigation." The Eldest Senior Brother said firmly.

"Master also needs such evidence."

Meanwhile, in a taxi that had already moved away from the Martial Arts Academy.

"I see."

Zhang Fusheng's silent whisper stemmed from his fear of a thorough investigation by his master, and his desire to frame himself with an indelible crime, such as colluding with the Western Sect.

So what would you do?

How could Living Buddha collude with the Western Sect?

Zhang Fusheng smiled.

Ninth District, Ping An Hotel.

Unlike Longzhou City, in this city, Ping'an Hotel wields half the power in the underground world.

The other half belongs to the Chaimen.

'Bang! Bang! Bang!'

Muffled thuds echoed through the bustling hotel lobby as the beautiful woman was forced to lie face down on a torture bench, struck again and again by a dark red, solid heavy club.

The guests watched this scene with great interest, treating it as a lighthearted pastime.

Manager Zhang, who was in charge of managing the hotel, squatted beside the torture bench and spoke gently in a voice only they could hear:

"Mingzhu, the boss means he hopes you can make the right choice."

Lu Mingzhu gritted her teeth and remained silent.

The Red Cudgel, imbued with skillful force, struck her repeatedly. The brute force entered her body, immediately transforming into exquisite needle-like strength, piercing deep into her bone marrow and internal organs.

Each blow felt like thousands of needles being simultaneously inserted into her body.

This kind of pain is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, even worse than being slowly sliced to death.

"There are 270 strokes left. Just say 'yes' and it will end immediately."

Manager Zhang said gently.

Lu Mingzhu remained silent, her eyes tightly closed.

After fifty blows, her bones were shattered. Manager Zhang injected her with three extremely expensive drugs: one to protect her life, one to quickly heal the broken bones, and one to enhance her perception several times over.

Then, continue.

Another fifty blows. Under the influence of the drug, she was unable to lose consciousness, and her bones, which had only begun to heal, shattered again.

The amplified perception also amplified her pain many times over.

Lu Mingzhu clenched her teeth tightly, her pearly teeth cracking into numerous fissures.

"That's ruthless!" Manager Zhang injected her with three more vials. "Two hundred more strokes to go, continue."

'Bang! Bang! Bang!'

A muffled thud echoed.

"The one who carried out the punishment was actually Zheng Qiankun." A guest wearing a top hat leaned against the wall, gazing into the distance with a glass of wine in hand, marveling at the spectacle.

"This is someone who has mastered the Thousand Needle Hand technique to Great Accomplishment."

"Thousand Needle Hand?" another guest asked softly from the side.

The middle-aged man in the top hat glanced at the pale-faced boy and nodded with a smile:

"Yes, when he exerts his strength, it's like a thousand needles piercing her. Yet, when he comes to torture her, she doesn't even let out a scream. Tsk tsk, that woman's bones are really hard."

Zhang Fusheng nodded silently and waited quietly.

One hundred and fifty strokes, two hundred strokes, two hundred and fifty strokes.

Lu Mingzhu's bones shattered and healed repeatedly, even as extremely expensive medications were injected into her body one after another, seemingly without restraint.

But this kind of severe punishment...

Except for her head, which was intact, her limbs and torso were almost completely mangled.

He was barely clinging to his last breath.

Zhang Fusheng simply watched quietly, listening to the muffled thuds—two hundred and seventy strokes, two hundred and eighty strokes.

Lu Mingzhu remained tight-lipped, refusing to utter a single word—even though she knew nothing about it herself.

But since they didn't 'surrender,' that's enough.

It can be used, and it can be used extensively.

All three hundred blows were finished.

Manager Zhang stood up and exclaimed in surprise:

"To be honest, I genuinely admire you, it's just a pity."

'Slap, slap, slap'

Before he could finish speaking, applause rang out in the distance.

Looking to the side, Manager Zhang was taken aback and saw a thin young man walking over while clapping, while the guests stared at him curiously.

Who is this?

"Don't know him? You've got some nerve, daring to interrupt the domestic torture at Ping'an Hotel."

"He's probably not simple. Hmm, I'll make a note of what he looks like and draw him later so all the boys in the family can remember him."

Amidst the murmurs, Zhang Fusheng walked to the torture bench and stood firmly.

"Boss..." Lu Mingzhu managed to utter before completely losing consciousness.

"Heal her," Zhang Fusheng said softly.

"Boss Si." Manager Zhang clearly recognized the young man and said with a smile, "As instructed by the Big Boss, his injuries cannot be treated yet; he must be sent to the water dungeon first."

The boy's slender, white arm suddenly swelled up into a bluish-green color, and his hand, larger than a human head, swept horizontally!

Manager Zhang's body from the neck down was blasted into a bloody mist by the enormous force!

His head slammed onto the ground, rolled twice, blinked frantically, and his mouth trembled as he tried to speak, but he couldn't utter a sound!

The last second before consciousness fades.

'Bang!'

His head got crushed.

The noisy lobby suddenly fell silent.

"They're so disobedient, I'll have to teach them a lesson on behalf of my Eldest Senior Brother."

As he spoke, Zhang Fusheng bowed apologetically to everyone around him, saying, "This is a family scandal; I'm sorry you all had to see it."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at the group of bewildered hotel staff, all of whom were extremely loyal to their Eldest Senior Brother.

Why didn't you say hello when you saw me?

Zhang Fusheng asked:

"You... don't respect me?"

He licked his lips, and the pent-up violence within him was finally unleashed.

"Then I'll discipline you all on behalf of our Eldest Senior Brother."