" Brother Qiang, I keep my word," Jiang Deqian said to Huang Ziqiang. "These two girls, one obedient, one fiery, you choose first!"
Huang Ziqiang laughed and said, "Brother, I'm not interested in women of dubious origin."
Jiang Deqian said, " Brother Qiang, you're joking. She's just a woman. As long as she's having fun, who cares about her background!"
Huang Ziqiang gave a thumbs up and said, "Brother, you've got guts! I won't get involved, I'm getting old, my kidneys can't take it anymore!" He rubbed his lower back as he spoke, then changed the subject, "But we've got a deal, you brought these people, so whatever happens to them has nothing to do with our resort."
Huang Ziqiang has connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds, and has been running rampant for decades. His Jiang Deqian were in his own home, he wouldn't care what he did—murder, arson, whatever he wanted. Huang simply wanted to use Jiang Deqian as a connection to his brother, Jiang Deguan, to acquire some capital. But Jiang Deqian kidnapped two women to his resort, a matter that could be serious or minor. Even if the two women had no powerful connections, cleaning up the mess would be a major challenge.
Jiang Deqian sneered inwardly. He hadn't expected Huang Ziqiang, with such a big reputation, to be so cowardly in the face of trouble, even hesitant to play around with a few women. However, this gave him a sense of confidence, making him feel that Huang Ziqiang was nothing special and not worthy of his respect. It also made his brother's investment more secure, ensuring that he wouldn't end up feeding the wolf to the sheep.
" Brother Qiang, don't worry, if anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility. I definitely won't blame you or this resort," Jiang Deqian assured him, patting his chest.
Huang Ziqiang was still a little uneasy and said, "Brother, the girls here are hand-picked. You haven't even had your appetizer yet, why are you already eating the main course? Why don't you try our resort's specialties first!"
Jiang Deqian was getting a little impatient and said, "I know, I know, the girls here are all very good, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future!" He looked at Bi Shenghua, who was tied up, and became more and more excited. He couldn't wait to see what kind of body this tomboy had under her clothes.
As Jiang Deqian spoke, he unbuttoned his shirt and was about to unbutton his pants when he realized there were still many people around. He yelled at his men and the resort manager, "Hey, don't you know the rules? You want to watch me do my bidding?" Then, remembering that Huang Ziqiang was still there, he said, " Brother Qiang is different. If Brother Qiang is interested in joining in, I'd be more than happy to!"
Huang Ziqiang shook his head, muttered "idiot!" under his breath, then waved to the manager, signaling everyone to leave. He himself, along with three women, also headed outside.
The woman in black glanced at Bi Shenghua and Mo Yu, then said to Huang Ziqiang, "Are you just going to let him run wild? It'll be a real problem if someone gets killed!"
Huang Ziqiang said, "I'll call Jiang Deguan in a bit. Humph! I really don't know how he made those hundreds of millions; his IQ is just like that!"
Before he could finish speaking, a loud "bang" rang out, and the heavy soundproof door of the luxury entertainment suite in the resort flew up as if hit by a cannonball. The huge door spun over Huang Ziqiang's head and crashed into the wall behind him, kicking up a large cloud of dust.
Huang Ziqiang lowered his head in fright, and heard a woman scream beside him.
He looked up and saw a young man standing in the middle of the doorway, which no longer had a door.
The man's hair was disheveled, like a beggar on the street. He wore a trench coat and short, ripped bell-bottoms. One foot was inside the door, the other still in the darkness outside. The foot inside was raised high, the slippers wobbling as if he had just kicked something.
"Who are you?" the resort manager asked in surprise and anger.
Qingmu glanced into the room twice, then slowly lowered his raised foot, shuffled into the room, and muttered to himself, "Luckily, I made it in time!" He completely ignored the manager.
The manager was shocked and furious and was about to step forward to stop him, but Huang Ziqiang stopped him with his hand and gestured to him not to make any rash moves.
Qingmu walked past the manager without even glancing at him. He only glanced at Huang Ziqiang as he passed by, then trotted off towards Jiang Deqian.
When Bi Shenghua saw Qingmu arrive, she shouted, "What are you doing here? Run! Run out and call the police!"
Jiang Deqian and his men were also startled by the door that had suddenly flown in, and they didn't know what had happened.
Upon hearing Bi Shenghua's shout, Jiang Deqian recognized the guy in front of him as the one who had caused a ruckus at the bar that day.
He chuckled coldly, "Call the police? I'll let you fucking call the police!"
He raised his foot and kicked Bi Shenghua in the stomach. Because she was tied up with rope, Bi Shenghua was kicked so hard that she jumped backward and fell heavily to the ground, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.
Qingmu stopped, looked at Jiang Deqian, and said, "Are you looking for death?"
Jiang Deqian was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter and said, "What did you say? I—look for—death? Haha... ha... he said I'm looking for death, did you hear that? Hahaha..."
He laughed for a while, then saw his men still standing there dumbfounded, and cursed, "Damn it, you bunch of idiots! Didn't you know there was a tail behind you? What are you all standing there for? Are you waiting for me to do it myself?"
His five thugs then realized what was happening and pounced on Qingmu.
The first fist that came at him was gently caught by Qingmu, as easily as catching the fist of a three-year-old. Then, the man heard a cracking sound and felt his fist go numb. He only screamed when Qingmu released his hand. But he wasn't alone; his companions also screamed in agony. In the instant he collapsed from the excruciating pain, he saw his other four brothers already rolling on the ground. Two of them had their tibias broken at a ninety-degree angle, another's arm was twisted behind his back and then rolled back to his chest, and another was lying on the ground foaming at the mouth. Compared to that, he felt incredibly lucky that his fist had been crushed; he even forgot to groan.
Huang Ziqiang gasped. He had never seen such a clean and efficient fight before; this young man was the most terrifying thug he had ever encountered. He gave the resort manager a wink, signaling him to go out and arrange for reinforcements.
Running a hot spring resort like this requires dozens of guards. Besides, no matter how good you are at fighting, you can't withstand bullets, can you?
Huang Ziqiang reached into his waistband and touched the pistol he had concealed, feeling much more at ease.
Jiang Deqian didn't know how to describe the shock he felt. He hadn't even seen what happened in front of him; he only knew that those henchmen who usually seemed so capable and were the loudest in the nightclubs were crippled in the blink of an eye. He could tell that this crippling was genuine; they were truly disabled.
He was terrified, gripped by deep fear and unease. He deeply regretted not having asked his brother to send Hou Biao; if Hou Biao had been there, he wouldn't have had anything to fear.
Qingmu stood there lazily, his back slightly hunched, as if he had never moved.
"Hey, you're about to die," he said to Jiang Deqian.