My Nightclub Landlady Chapter 67 Afterglow

Qin Feng would not willingly come out to fight if he didn't absolutely have to. He needed to hide his strength as much as possible, and hide his ident.i.ty. He did not want to become the focus of Tianhe's entire underworld.

"What? Look, if my Supersonic is destroyed, I will blame you for it. This is all your fault. You wrecked a certain someone's arcade in my name and now it's time for Ji Jiangshan's counterattack!!!" Zhao Jun roared. He was like a madman, putting all his chips on Qin Feng. This was not confident behavior. As he grew older, he cherished his life more and more.

"I'll just keep track of what Ji Jiangshan does for now."

Qin Feng hung up. He did not give Zhao Jun any face at all.

Sister Flower anxiously asked, "What's the matter? Did Ji Jiangshan send his people to the Supersonic? So Ru Ru is in trouble? Well, we have to help! It all started with us and it's not right to let her catch the fallout!"

"Sister Flower, Ru Ru and Pei Xiang have been talking s.h.i.+t about you behind your back for years," Qin Feng said. "Zhao Jun gets to hear their negative comments about your every move on a daily basis. This time, we borrowed Ji Jiangshan's hands to teach them a lesson. Isn't that fair? What's more, although it all started with us, what really p.i.s.sed off Ji Jiangshan is Zhao Jun, who sent his people to wreck the arcade and hurt Ji Dongchen. Who can blame us for that?"

Sometimes, if you want to get along in this cruel society, you have to use a bit of skill. It is not advisable to have a good heart all the time. You can't be too kind to some people, as that will only lead to even more intense persecution. Sometimes it's good to put some pressure on certain people.

Once Ru Ru was really backed up into a corner, Qin Feng could not only play the role of the savior, but also make Ru Ru grateful to him and make Zhao Jun appreciate his value.

This was what Qin Feng wanted.

Otherwise, would he be any different from any other hired thug? Beating up Ji Jiangshan's people and sending them running might not necessarily make Ru Ru feel grateful for his help. Zhao Jun would also think that Qin Feng was at his beck and call. Qin Feng would not be able to acquire the status that he wanted in this way.

Showing unwillingness to Zhao Jun at first was in fact part of his plan to strengthen Sister Flower's reputation. Everyone knew that Qin Feng was Sister Flower's man and that he liked Sister Flower. In other words, Qin Feng could gain some leverage and Sister Flower's status would rise alongside his. In the future, Ru Ru and Pei Xiang would have to think twice before they dared to speak ill of her to Zhao Jun.

Although these were all minor matters, Qin Feng felt that it was necessary to do so. Since Sister Flower did not want to leave Tianhe, he could only help her smooth out her relations there as much as possible and balance the pressure she was put under from all sides to allow her to be at ease, live a comfortable life, and work well.

Qin Feng would deal with all the difficult and troublesome things, while Sister Flower will only need to make things look beautiful and be happy to meet the sunrise each day.

Qin Feng was too used to the days of using knives and guns. His feelings were very rough. He didn't know how to love people and he didn't know how to care about people. What he could do best was handle all her external troubles and then quietly accompany her. Let her live like a princess in a fairytale world, happy and carefree.

Perhaps this was overly idealized, but this was the life Qin Feng worked out for Sister Flower. He believed Xiao He would be pleased.

As a woman, doesn't she need comfort?

"You could say that, but we are still all in this together. We have to help when we see anyone being attacked, not to mention our colleagues of many years. Although Ru Ru is usually very mean and always makes things difficult for me, she also just wants a better life and more success with her nightclub. She is under more pressure than I am. She has a disabled brother and her husband gambled himself into a ma.s.sive debt before jumping out of a window to commit suicide, leaving her to pay off his debt for many years. It is really not easy for her to survive. That she vilified me just means that she wants a good life. Is that so wrong? We shouldn't be petty in this life or death situation."

Qin Feng knew she would never give up until he agreed to go to the Supersonic to help.

He ran out of arguments. "Alright, fine, I can go, but you must promise me to stay here and not get involved. Do you understand? It wasn't easy to move Ji Jiangshan's focus away from you, so don't put yourself in his sights again." .

"OK," said Sister Flower, "but you must save the Supersonic. It was Brother Jun's first business. He has worked hard for it for more than 20 years."

"Don't worry."

Qin Feng went and found a few of the waiters, left them some instructions, and then left the Free Man Bar.

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Qin Feng did not hurry to the Supersonic. He had already placed his eyes and ears there beforehand, and they would report the situation to him as it developed. He would not appear until the very last moment.

Of course, he wouldn't be idle in the meantime.

He went to a villa community called Shuianhuating disguised as a take-out courier and walked around to No. 65, an impressive three-story villa.

The gate was decorated with stylish fixtures and the garden had been rearranged by the newest owners. The green lawn on the west side had been completely replaced by a 100 square-meter marble-tiled parking lot with s.p.a.ce for five or six cars. There was a large Cadillac Escalade SUV parked inside.

At the corner of the garden was a large cage. The purebred Tibetan Mastiff inside was as tall as a man and was currently resting on its cus.h.i.+on.

Qin Feng put a hand on the wall, which was more than two meters high, and climbed over. He ingeniously avoided the UV sensor on the electric door and then, holding the master key in hand, quickly infiltrated the beautifully-decorated villa.

Zhang Hui had played mahjong the entire previous night and then, high on drugs, he had s.e.x with four girls simultaneously. He was thoroughly exhausted. He got up at noon to eat something, made a few phone calls, arranged some trivialities at the construction site, and then went back to sleep.

Recently, he always had a feeling that he was losing his wits. He thought he was probably just jumpy after the craziness at the salt factory. He had no energy and just wanted to sleep all the time, but he couldn't fall sleep at night. He had to rely on drugs to divert his attention and had unrestrained s.e.xual relations with all kinds of girls to vent his frustrations.

Qin Feng crept up to his bedside and glanced at the nightstand covered with meth pipes and heroin syringes. He picked up a box of cigarettes, lit one, took a deep breath, and bent over to blow the smoke into Zhang Hui's nostrils.

Zhang Hui woke up coughing.

The naked woman beside him also opened her eyes.

"Ah! Ah!"

The whole empty villa rang with their screams. Qin Feng took out a dagger from his pocket and stabbed it into the nightstand, pus.h.i.+ng the sharp tip of the knife three or four centimeters into the solid wood. Qin Feng's strength was obvious. He could just as easily cut through bones.

"Scream again and this knife won't be stuck in the nightstand."

Qin Feng sat on a rattan chair near the bed and pulled aside the curtain covering the window. The bright rays of the afternoon sun flooded through the window, blinding Zhang Hui. He raised a hand to cover eyes and nervously said, "How did you... get in here? Don't... do it."

To Zhang Hui, Qin Feng was an absolute nightmare. He had thoroughly experienced his skills back at the salt factory. If not for his mercy, Zhang Hui would have been killed by the mysterious sniper that day.

In that respect, Zhang Hui was very grateful to Qin Feng.

"If I wanted to kill you, we wouldn't be talking right now."

Qin Feng put his legs up on the round gla.s.s coffee table beside the bed, on which lay the woman's stockings and pink underwear, with a few slimy stains on them. One could imagine that they were having a good time in this room last night.

The woman's hand, hidden under the blanket, gently pinched Zhang Hui, reminding him about the gun under his pillow.

This had been a habit of Zhang Hui's for many years. He always kept his gun at hand, especially when he was sleeping. Following Meng Zhaolin over the years, he provoked too many people and could never know what enemy might come knocking at his door. In a life or death situation, having a weapon on hand could really save his life.

Zhang Hui naturally knew what he had at his fingertips, but he didn't dare to use it in front of Qin Feng.

That would be suicide.

"Get out!"

Zhang Hui kicked the woman off the bed, "Sit down there and don't move."

The woman's naked body was completely exposed, momentarily distracting Qin Feng. He opened his eyes wide, looking her up and down.

Zhang Hui immediately saw through Qin Feng's thoughts and could not help but raise an eyebrow and say, "Brother, if you are interested, just do whatever you want with her. She's a real s.l.u.t!"

Qin Feng ignored him. "Let's get down to business."

On that day at the salt factory, Qin Feng had to leave in a hurry and did not have the opportunity to interrogate Zhang Hui. He still had a few questions for him. "Does Meng Zhaolin work for Shark Kun? What is his rank in Shark Kun's organization?"

The dagger in Qin Feng's hand gleamed coldly. The light from outside the window occasionally shone on Zhang Hui's face as the curtains swayed back and forth in the breeze. He was so frightened his voice quavered. "I don't know," he said. "He has always dealt with his personal contacts. I don't know who or what Shark Kun is. That sounds like some sort of pirate name and we don't run that kind of business."

Bang!

Qin Feng wordlessly threw the dagger. The cold blade skimmed across the top of Zhang Hui's head and embedded itself into the wall behind him with a loud thud. A few strands of hair fell off Zhang Hui's head, lazily floating down before his eyes.