Chapter 139 - 136: Furious Yang Xiao

Chapter 139: Chapter 136: Furious Yang Xiao

「Evening. South Sea, Rose Cafe.」

Jiang Chaosheng sat at a window seat, browsing the latest news on his phone.

He was also looking for potential talent for the Taboo Association.

On his wrist, a tiny shadow stirred.

Jiang Chaosheng lifted his wrist to his eyes, staring at the little shadow figure that had just gotten up.

The little shadow figure bowed and clasped its hands at Jiang Chaosheng, then, like a diver, it leaped from his wrist into the coffee.

The coffee didn’t splash, not even a ripple formed.

Two names materialized on the surface of the coffee in the cup:

"Zhu Feng, Zhu Chuanwu."

On the eve of the New Year, a large group of assassins had marched into Anxiang Street looking for trouble with him.

He wasn’t about to let that slide.

After glancing at the shadow-formed words in his cup, Jiang Chaosheng went back to his phone and said:

"Go."

The shadow words in the coffee cup vanished.

The little shadow figure returned to Jiang Chaosheng’s wrist.

Just then, a wave of Carlyle perfume washed over him.

Jiang Chaosheng looked up.

Xu Wei, dressed in a vibrant red qipao, set a slice of fruit mousse cake on the table with a beaming smile.

"Blue Mountain coffee again? It pairs much better with fruit mousse cake, you know."

Jiang Chaosheng glanced at her.

"Thank you."

Xu Wei placed the fruit mousse cake on the table and blinked playfully.

"Go on, try it."

Jiang Chaosheng didn’t touch the cake.

Aside from candied hawthorns, he disliked all sweets.

Xu Wei clasped her hands together, pleading coyly:

"Oh, come on, please? Just have a taste~

It’s all thanks to you for helping me. Let me show my gratitude~"

Jiang Chaosheng asked doubtfully:

"Help you?"

Xu Wei’s eyes darted around.

"You know Zhu Chuanwu, right?"

Jiang Chaosheng said:

"I just found out."

Xu Wei assumed he meant he’d just found out from her.

She thought his ’joke’ was a bit dry.

But Xu Wei didn’t mind, her eyes sparkling like little stars.

"Zhu Chuanwu is pretty influential.

He was always pestering me, but he hasn’t contacted me since the World Dream festival.

He must know that we know each other, so now he’s too scared to bother me."

Jiang Chaosheng thought for a moment.

’So that red-haired young man was Zhu Chuanwu.’

’He definitely doesn’t have time to go after Xu Wei anymore.’

’His eighteen assassins died under mysterious circumstances. He must be panicking right now.’

’But why would he send people to kill me?’

’Out of jealousy?’

’That seems unlikely.’

Xu Wei stared intently into Jiang Chaosheng’s eyes, observing his expression.

In reality, it was Xu Wei who had seduced Zhu Chuanwu into fooling around with her.

She was a very greedy woman.

Lacking power and influence herself, she loved to move between various powerful men.

She would steal their resources to pave her own way.

She was the most famous socialite in the South Sea.

Xu Wei was afraid Jiang Chaosheng would misunderstand her relationship with Zhu Chuanwu as that of lovers, which is why she came up with this story.

She was an expert liar, not even blushing or her heart skipping a beat. She really did look like a virtuous woman being harassed by a rich playboy.

Jiang Chaosheng just let out a soft "oh."

Xu Wei’s eyes darted around like a little fox’s.

"Well, since you’ve already helped, why not see it through to the end? You could come by and hang out more often when you’re free.

With you here to keep watch, all those riff-raff will definitely stop bothering me."

Jiang Chaosheng glanced at his watch.

"I’m going home. My kid made dumplings."

Xu Wei froze.

’Your... kid?’

’You have a kid already?’

Seeing that Jiang Chaosheng was about to leave, Xu Wei tried to stop him, quickly saying:

"What if Zhu Chuanwu comes to bother me again? Can I call you?"

Xu Wei had it all planned out.

She just wanted Jiang Chaosheng’s phone number.

Jiang Chaosheng walked out, leaving a single sentence behind:

"He won’t."

Xu Wei was stunned for a moment.

’What does that mean?’

...

「South Sea, Fenglin Villa District.」

Explosive music blasted from inside the villa.

Zhu Feng sat on a large sofa, his arms around a pair of twin sisters, one on each side.

In the center of the living room, a mother-daughter pair danced in each other’s arms to the beat of the music.

Zhu Feng watched, his mouth dry and his eyes filled with intoxicated fascination.

Just then, Zhu Feng caught something in the corner of his eye and whipped his head around.

A strange man in a green suit, carrying a black sack on his back and wearing smokey eye makeup, swaggered from the doorway into the living room, swaying to the beat of the music.

The stunning mother-daughter pair stared at the strange man in astonishment, then looked at Zhu Feng with suspicion.

’Is this some new kind of entertainment?’

Zhu Feng roared:

"Who are you? How did you get in?"

The strange man ignored him, continuing his ugly dance as he moved to the center of the living room on beat.

The stunning mother-daughter pair realized this was an uninvited guest.

The mother stopped dancing, wrapping an arm around her daughter’s waist and taunting him:

"Do you have any idea where you are?"

The daughter’s eyes were full of contempt.

They had been in the beds of many powerful men, so they weren’t easily fazed.

This sudden appearance of a weirdo didn’t scare them.

They just found him ridiculous and comical.

He must be trying to curry favor with Zhu Feng in some bizarre new way.

Otherwise, the guards at the door would never have let him in.

The strange man ignored the mother and daughter, grabbing his crotch and touching his chest in the center of the living room. His dance moves were even more provocative than theirs.

The mother and daughter, having to act like delicate women in front of Zhu Feng, let out a shriek, covered the exposed parts of their skimpy outfits, and ran into Zhu Feng’s arms for comfort.

They both looked at the strange man with disgust.

’What is wrong with this guy! He must be seriously sick in the head!’

After finishing his dance, the strange man gave a gentlemanly curtain call bow.

"I am Happy Ghost. And where, may I ask, is the applause and the screaming?"

Zhu Feng pulled a gun from under the sofa and pointed it at Yang Xiao.

"Where did you come from?"

Yang Xiao blinked his eyes.

"Has the Q&A session begun? In that case, I’ll go first. I’m from the Taboo Association?"

Zhu Feng frowned.

’Taboo Association?’

’What kind of organization is that?’

’Are they part of the underworld too?’

Yang Xiao said with a smile:

"Now it’s my turn."

Yang Xiao dumped the contents of his sack out onto the floor.

Zhu Feng’s eyes shot wide open.

The beautiful women beside him screamed instantly.

Their expressions, as they looked at Yang Xiao, no longer held contempt or disgust, only terror.

Although they had been well-trained by the Evil Qilin, they were still just women, whose main purpose was to be bed partners.

On the floor, severed heads rolled about.

Zhu Feng’s pupils trembled violently.

’Ah Xiong?’

’Dead?’

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Yang Xiao clicked his tongue.

"Only screams and no applause? Fine, since you’re all ladies, I’ll let it slide."

Yang Xiao looked at Zhu Feng and asked:

"Who’s the head of all these heads?

What I mean is, who’s the boss of these guys?

Heheheh, do you know?

I owe him money and I’m in a hurry to pay it back."

As he spoke, Yang Xiao looked at Zhu Feng with a beaming smile.

"Is it you?"

In Yang Xiao’s smile, Zhu Feng saw a malice so pure it was absolute.

His eyes turned cold. He pulled the trigger, and two bullets shot out.

"BANG, BANG!"

Yang Xiao took two shots to the chest and his body lurched backward.

A cold smirk appeared on Zhu Feng’s lips, but it gradually froze.

The strange man had indeed been shot, but there was no blood.

His body was tilted back as if he was about to fall, but he didn’t go down at all.

Yang Xiao slowly straightened up, his eyes filled with mockery and malice.

"I don’t like people who don’t play by the rules."

At that moment, Zhu Feng’s mind went blank with terror.

He felt like a small herbivore facing a predator.

He could barely think.

"No, it wasn’t me! It was my son!"

Yang Xiao said with satisfaction:

"Game over. Time to work."

As soon as the words left his mouth, doors all over the villa were pushed open—the kitchen and entertainment room on the first floor, the bedrooms on the second, and so on.

Strange figures in black raincoats and plague doctor masks appeared in the villa like Ghosts, their gazes fixed menacingly on the people on the sofa.

Zhu Feng felt the thick killing intent and the stench of blood. He cried out in terror:

"You—don’t, don’t... Don’t kill me! I have money!"

The beautiful women also began to beg for their lives in a panic.

"Don’t hurt us! We’ll do anything you want!"

"No... no..."

"Please, don’t..."

Yang Xiao glanced at them contemptuously.

’These wenches aren’t fit to hold a candle to the Mistress.’

Yang Xiao’s voice was as cold as a hole in the winter ice.

"Clean this place up from top to bottom.

I don’t want to see a single breathing thing left here!"

Yang Xiao took a deep breath and let out a roar of absolute fury:

"You dare to have designs on my Master?!

Don’t even spare the dogs! Scramble every last egg yolk!"