Although Huang Ziqiang felt that the thugs under Jiang Deqian were not worth dying for, and even Jiang Deqian's life was worthless in his eyes, this was a place for people to enjoy themselves, not a slaughterhouse. If someone died in his manor, it would still be a troublesome matter, especially since it was Jiang Deguan's brother.
Although he wasn't afraid of Jiang Deguan, offending someone who had amassed a fortune of hundreds of millions at the Shenzhou docks was never a good thing. If Jiang got angry and held him accountable, and then brought out Master Dong or someone else, Huang Ziqiang would be in deep trouble.
"Brother! If you're going to kill someone here, shouldn't you at least ask me first?" Huang Ziqiang said.
Qingmu turned to look at him and asked, "Are you talking to me?"
Huang Ziqiang was a little angry. He reached into his clothes and gripped his gun. "You're good at fighting! But I have dozens of brothers in this mountain stronghold, each armed with a weapon. They'll rush in as soon as I give the order."
"Oh, well then, I'll ask you now," Qingmu said nonchalantly.
Huang Ziqiang was taken aback by his words, and said with a stern face, "This matter originally had nothing to do with me, Huang Ziqiang, but Young Master Young Master Jiang is my guest, and it happened on my turf, so I can't ignore it. How about this, you can take your friend away, I won't make things difficult for you, and this matter ends here. If you're willing, brother, we can be friends and keep in touch; if you're not, then we'll go Yangtze River separate ways and never touch each other again."
His words were polite, assuming that this young man, with his strange attire and ruthless methods, must be someone involved in the underworld. Since he had given his name and spoken to such an extent, he should at least give him some face.
Seeing that Qingmu had indeed stopped talking and was instead walking toward the two bound women, his expression softened.
Just then, Jiang Deqian, who had been stunned by Qingmu, suddenly pulled out his knife, grabbed Bi Shenghua's hair as she lay on the ground, held the knife to her neck, and said viciously, "Don't come any closer! If you come any closer, I'll kill her!"
He then shouted at Huang Ziqiang, " Brother Qiang, call for help! Call for help! Kill him!"
Huang Ziqiang frowned, cursing Jiang Deqian in his heart for being more trouble than he was worth. The atmosphere that had just eased suddenly became tense again, and the situation turned into a fight to the death.
He weighed whether or not to help Jiang Deqian. But he really had no idea where this strangely dressed young man came from, and if he stepped on a landmine, the empire he had built up over half a lifetime could be destroyed in an instant. On the other hand, he knew the background of the Jiang Family brothers. Although they were also snakes that could bite, they were not enough to frighten him.
Qingmu glanced at the hesitant Huang Ziqiang and said, "Well, your caution saved your life."
"Ha, what arrogance!" Huang Ziqiang hissed through gritted teeth, a flash of murderous intent crossing his eyes. His hand, holding the gun hidden inside his clothes, trembled slightly, but he managed to restrain himself.
"Don't listen to him!" Jiang Deqian shouted. "He's bluffing you! He's just good at fighting. Call more men and beat him to death!"
"Brother Jiang..." Huang Ziqiang still wanted to play peacemaker, "I don't know what grudge you have with this brother, but put down your knife first, and let's sit down and talk. As long as I, Huang Ziqiang, am here, I guarantee no one will hurt you."
Jiang Deqian's eyes flickered, as if he suddenly remembered something. He loosened Bi Shenghua's hair and took out his phone from his pocket.
"Yes, call the Monkey, call the Monkey..." He pressed the buttons on his phone with trembling fingers, "Hello, Monkey, quick, come save me, save me... I'm at... West Mountain Hot Springs..."
"Damn it!" Huang Ziqiang cursed. Jiang Deqian's phone call had essentially gotten him into trouble. If anything went wrong, wouldn't Jiang Deguan hold Huang Ziqiang responsible?
After finishing his phone call, Jiang Deqian seemed much more at ease. Holding a knife in his hand, a ferocious smile appeared on his face. He brandished it at Bi Shenghua's neck, taunting, "You think you're so tough? Let's see if you can beat the Monkey when he comes!"
His confidence in Hou Biao was well-founded. He had never seen Hou Biao fail. Those once-powerful figures had all disappeared in Hou Biao's hands.
When Hou Biao arrives, I mustn't kill him outright! Jiang Deqian thought to himself, I must beat him half to death, and then make him watch me have sex with his woman.
He glanced at the girl under his knife. Although she was dressed like a man and had a flat chest, her skin and appearance were actually quite good. Coupled with her fierce personality, just thinking about it made him excited!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get excited and swallowed several times.
Just then, he saw a figure flash at the door, and a large group of people rushed in. The leader was his elder brother, Jiang Deguan, with Hou Biao following behind.
"Brother!" Jiang Deqian, both surprised and frightened. "Brother, you're here! It's him! It's him!" He pointed at Qingmu and said, "Let the Monkey kill him!"
Jiang Deguan strode over with an imposing air, wearing a black cloak, looking as dignified as the God of Gamblers in a movie. He approached and slapped Jiang Deqian across the face, yelling, "Can't you live without causing trouble, can you?"
Jiang Deqian covered his cheek and cried, "Brother, I didn't cause any trouble, he beat up my men! Look, look, he crippled them all!"
Jiang Deguan glanced at the injured men on the ground and said, "These useless trash are no use to us!" Then his tone softened, "Don't be afraid, I will stand up for you."
" Monkey, kill him!" Jiang Deguan ordered.
Jiang Deqian saw Hou Biao pounce like a ferocious silverback gorilla, delivering a heavy punch, followed by a knee strike, an elbow strike, and finally a powerful whip kick. The guy with the messy hair didn't even have time to react before he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, stuck to the wall like paper, and then slowly slid down. A long trail of blood was left on the wall.
Seeing Hou Biao about to go forward, Jiang Deqian rushed over to stop him, saying, "Don't kill him!" Then, looking at the dying Qingmu, he burst into laughter. "You think you're so tough! So tough! Hahaha... Is that all you've got... You wanted me dead? Now, whether you live or die is up to me! If I want you to die, you die; if I don't want you to die, you can't die even if you want to! I'll show you how your woman serves me! Hahaha..."
He laughed as he walked back, picked up the two bound women, and threw them onto the sofa.
The woman sobbed and pleaded on the sofa, "No, please, no..."
"It's too late to beg me now!" Jiang Deqian tried to tear the woman's clothes, but perhaps because the ropes were tied too tightly, he couldn't tear them to shreds after a long time. He was so angry that he roared and simply broke the ropes.
He glanced at his brother's face, and seeing that he didn't object, he confidently pulled down his pants and pounced on him like a hungry wolf.