Huang Ziqiang had no idea what had happened.
When Jiang Deqian pulled out a knife and held it to the woman's neck, Huang Ziqiang had a bad feeling that things were going to get very difficult to end today.
To his surprise, the man with the messy hair showed no sign of panic, and his eyes revealed a hint of pity, as if he were really looking at a dead man.
Huang Ziqiang didn't know what Jiang Deqian was relying on, but his years of experience in the underworld and his intuition told him that the loud and Jiang Deqian was not scary, but the unassuming guy in front of him was the real scary person.
Since things couldn't be resolved amicably, it meant he would inevitably offend one side. He carefully weighed the pros and cons and decided to help Jiang Deqian. After all, he and the Jiang Family brothers knew each other well, and they were currently discussing cooperation. As for the young man in front of him, Huang Ziqiang's facial muscles twitched as he recalled his earlier skills.
Huang Ziqiang wasn't afraid of his kung fu, but rather worried about his background. Someone with such good kung fu skills must have either served in the military or come from a family of martial arts practitioners. Even if his own family wasn't wealthy, having worked as a bodyguard for some rich tycoon would be troublesome.
After much deliberation, Huang Ziqiang made up his mind, gripped his gun tightly, and was about to launch an attack when Jiang Deqian suddenly lit up his eyes and shouted "Brother!" towards the door.
Huang Ziqiang was startled, thinking that Jiang Deguan had arrived. He turned around to look, but there wasn't a soul in sight at the door.
He then heard Jiang Deqian shout, "Let the Monkey beat him to death!" Then suddenly his head tilted to the side, he covered his cheek and started crying like a child, and tears actually streamed down his face.
Huang Ziqiang was baffled, wondering what had gotten into Jiang Deqian.
Then, Jiang Deqian shouted "Don't kill him!" and ran over to the air, yelling incoherently and spouting nonsense like "I'll teach you to be so arrogant" and "You're dead but not dead."
Looking at Jiang Deqian, who had gone mad, Huang Ziqiang felt a chill run down his spine. He turned to look at Qingmu, only to see the young man with messy hair, his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wine rack against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
Damn! He actually has the mood to smoke! The more Huang Ziqiang looked at it, the more suspicious it seemed.
After cursing wildly for a while, Jiang Deqian turned around, rushed to the corner, picked up the two antique-style floor lamps there, and threw them onto the sofa.
These floor lamps are exquisitely designed, with lifelike paintings of classical European beauties on the lampshades and vintage python-patterned leather covering the lamp posts, resembling twisted snake demons. The two floor lamps were placed side by side on the sofa and were still powered on, emitting a soft light.
Jiang Deqian shouted, "Beg me? It's too late to beg me now!" while desperately trying to peel off the python skin covering the lamppost. After trying for a long time without success, he got impatient and simply ripped off the lampshade, twisted off the lamppost's connector, and exposed the bare wires that he had already torn off.
Something unexpected happened:
Jiang Deqian took off his pants and stuffed his erect penis into the exposed wires of the lamp post connector, which was still powered on.
He gripped the lamp post with both hands, and began a Dance of Death that lasted for several minutes. A nauseating, acrid smell began to fill the room...
Huang Ziqiang watched with trepidation.
He had killed people and seen countless dead bodies, but he had never seen such a gruesome, passionate, and shocking death!
His hand, holding the gun hidden inside his clothes, trembled. He remembered what the guy with the messy hair had said earlier—"Your caution saved your life."
He was beginning to understand the meaning of those words. If it weren't for his caution and hesitation, would the charred corpse lying on the ground now be two separate bodies?
His heart was pounding; he wouldn't have been this afraid even if someone had a gun pointed at his head.
In front of everyone, I got an erection in front of a floor lamp, shamefully inserted myself, and then electrocuted myself!
This is even more terrifying than being slowly sliced to death!
Bi Shenghua was also bewildered by the scene before her.
She had expected to suffer inhuman torture today and was prepared to fight to the death. She wondered if Qingmu would look for her after returning to the bar? If he couldn't find her, would he call the police? Would the police come to rescue them?
Sigh! His brain is so stupid, by the time we realize it, it'll be long gone!
Just as Bi Shenghua was thinking this, Qingmu suddenly appeared, and in a way she never expected. Just like Fairy Zixia in A Chinese Odyssey said:
My ideal man is a peerless hero; one day he will come to marry me riding on a seven-colored cloud. I guessed the beginning, but I couldn't have guessed the ending.
Even Bi Shenghua hadn't guessed it before, and the peerless hero arrived!
He wasn't riding on a seven-colored cloud, he was riding on flip-flops!
When Qingmu came over to untie her ropes, Bi Shenghua finally recovered from her shock and cursed, "Damn it! You actually tried to play the 'hidden talent' game with me, you were good at hiding it!" But despite her cursing, her tone wasn't fierce at all.
Qingmu stared at Bi Shenghua for a long time, then looked at the ropes binding Mo Yu, but didn't make a move.
Bi Shenghua grew impatient and said, "Are you going to solve it or not?"
Qingmu said, "I can't find the end of the rope."
Bi Shenghua said, "It's in my hand, you idiot!"
Qingmu moved behind Bi Shenghua and looked at her hands. Sure enough, they were wrapped tightly around her wrists several times and tied in a knot.
As he pulled at the knot, he said, "Have all kidnappers these days spent time in Tokyo during the Xia Tian? Tying a rope like this is so artistic!"
The rope was untied, Qingmu, accompanied by two women, walked past Huang Ziqiang with a clattering sound.
Huang Ziqiang's heart tightened, and he unconsciously took two steps back to make way, then mustered his courage and asked, "Brother... may I ask your name?"
Qingmu stopped, turned around and looked at Huang Ziqiang, staring at him for a long time before saying, "You call him Brother Qiang?"
Huang Ziqiang felt uneasy under his gaze and said tremblingly, "Yes, I am Huang Ziqiang. People in the underworld call me Brother Qiang out of respect."
Qingmu nodded, rummaged in his pocket for a while, pulled out a crumpled business card, and handed it to him, saying, "This is my business card. If you have any business, you can refer me to them, and I'll give you a commission!"
"...?" Huang Ziqiang's face darkened. He took the business card, looked at it for a long time, and unconsciously read it aloud, " Duke Zhou interpretation, psychological counseling, fortune telling, human... uh... human and dog naming?"
"What? Do you have any business to introduce?" Qingmu leaned closer and asked.
"So it's Brother Qingmu, oh no, Master Qingmu!" Huang Ziqiang didn't dare to laugh, and said in a serious tone, "Of course I have business, of course I do... In the future, if you need anything, Master, just say the word, and as long as it's within my power, I, Huang Ziqiang, will definitely be there to help!"
Huang Ziqiang's words were, of course, just polite; he only wanted to get rid of this plague as soon as possible. Today's events were too strange; he would investigate his background later.
"And here..." Qingmu asked, tilting his head.
Huang Ziqiang glanced at the charred corpse not far away and the few thugs lying on the ground groaning, and said, "Don't worry, Master, leave this to me. I won't leave any trouble behind."
"Ah, that's good, you're a smart person!" Qingmu said, putting his hands in his pockets and walking away in his slippers.
Huang Ziqiang breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his temples vigorously.
He suddenly felt something was wrong, and his heart immediately started pounding. An indescribable fear and unease surged from the depths of his heart.
He recalled that when Qingmu left, he seemed to have closed the door behind him.
Door?
He suddenly turned around to look.
The door to the luxurious entertainment room was tightly shut. The door that had rolled over his head and slammed against the wall was gone, and the wall itself showed no signs of damage.
He then looked to the other side.
The thugs stood trembling in the corner of the room, not daring to speak. Apart from looking completely bewildered, they appeared perfectly normal, showing no signs of injury whatsoever, let alone disability.
Was it all an illusion? Was it just a dream?
But--
The charred corpse, its genitals blackened, lay on the floor, the air still thick with the stench of burning flesh...