Chapter 157: Black Boxing

Chapter 157 -153: Black Boxing

It started to rain in Wa City.

This spring rain had come a bit too early.

On the streets, shopkeepers lamented the unusual weather.

Those who loved rainy days gazed at the drizzle, their faces full of bliss.

They didn’t know that it wasn’t supposed to be raining in Wa City right now.

The only reason it was raining was because someone wanted it to.

…

Amidst the dark clouds in the sky, there was a throne as black as ink.

It was formed from clouds compressed to their absolute limit.

Jiang Chaosheng sat on the throne, moving along with the dark clouds.

The jet-black throne had been created by Daji using Magic.

‘Perhaps the Human Emperors of old sat on chairs styled just like this?’

Jiang Chaosheng raised his wrist, staring at the shadow on it.

“You’ve been restless ever since you saw those two.”

Those two were the fat man and the woman they had seen at the courtyard gate.

The little shadow man climbed up from his wrist, plopped down defiantly in Jiang Chaosheng’s palm with its legs spread wide, and took on a dejected look.

A flicker of understanding crossed Jiang Chaosheng’s eyes as he realized something.

“Is it… them?”

Jiang Chaosheng would not forget Yang Xiao’s past.

Yang Xiao’s father had once been the underworld boss of Liancheng, known on the streets as Master Ghost.

After Master Ghost’s death, Yang Xiao fell into despair as his father’s territory was devoured by rivals.

Worst of all, Yang Xiao’s girlfriend ran off with his own best friend.

That kind of betrayal would be unbearable for anyone.

The little shadow man hung its head dejectedly and nodded.

Jiang Chaosheng’s finger gently tapped the little shadow man’s head.

“How about I help you get some justice?”

The little shadow man raised its head and looked at Jiang Chaosheng, its expression full of gratitude.

Jiang Chaosheng smiled. His palm stirred, and a small black snake slithered out.

The small black snake flicked its red tongue at the little shadow man, licking its head.

The little shadow man looked ticklish, waving its two hands back and forth.

He was trying to cheer Yang Xiao up.

What could one say?

You have to dote on your own.

Daji’s voice rang out from within the dark clouds.

“My lord, you must let Yang Xiao execute the traitors himself!”

This was the first time Daji had ever spoken with such killing intent in front of Jiang Chaosheng.

What could one say?

You have to dote on your own.

…

A new model AITO drove up to a Nightclub in Liancheng.

The Nightclub was named the Emperor Nightclub.

Many luxury cars were parked at the entrance, a clear sign of booming business.

The fat man led the woman into the Nightclub.

The security guards on both sides bowed obsequiously in greeting.

Just then, a man in a black suit and a black trench coat walked up to the entrance and asked the two guards:

“Who was that man who just went in?”

One of the guards frowned at Jiang Chaosheng.

“Our guests’ privacy is confidential. We have no comment.”

The other guard said warily:

“This is the Emperor. It’s not a place for settling grudges.”

At that moment, a cold female voice echoed in the two guards’ minds:

“When you are asked a question, you will answer.”

Daji had cast her Magic on the two guards, and their eyes became vacant.

Jiang Chaosheng asked again:

“Who was the person who just went in?”

One of the guards replied:

“The young master of the Emperor Nightclub, Wang Zhen.”

The little shadow man on Jiang Chaosheng’s wrist suddenly jumped up.

The little shadow man gazed at the Emperor Nightclub, its form radiating grief and indignation.

Jiang Chaosheng looked down at the little shadow man and raised an eyebrow.

“Are you saying this place used to be one of your family’s assets?”

The little shadow man nodded.

A thought occurred to Jiang Chaosheng, and he asked the guard:

“Who is Wang Zhen’s father?”

The guard, his eyes still vacant, replied:

“Wang Qinghai, the underground Emperor of Liancheng. He controls all the Nightclubs.”

‘Who the hell does Wang Qinghai think he is?’

‘If my dad hadn’t given him a leg up back in the day, he’d still be a junket operator in some casino!’

‘He actually swallowed all of my dad’s businesses?’

‘And not just my dad’s—he took over the businesses of all the other underworld bosses in Liancheng?’

‘On what grounds?!’

Jiang Chaosheng’s eyes flickered.

Yang Xiao’s father, Master Ghost, had not died of natural causes.

Jiang Chaosheng had once suspected that he died from the backlash of a Black Magic Doll.

Now, it seemed highly unusual that someone as ordinary as Wang Qinghai could have taken over the entire Liancheng underworld.

So, there was another possibility.

Wang Qinghai possessed a Taboo Item.

He used a Taboo Item to kill Master Ghost, who possessed the General Head Doll.

The question was, where did Wang Qinghai get the Taboo Item in his possession?

If Wang Qinghai had possessed a Taboo Item all along, he shouldn’t have waited so long to consolidate the underworld’s business chains in Liancheng.

Jiang Chaosheng’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Therefore, Wang Qinghai must have obtained that Taboo Item shortly before Master Ghost’s death.

But that raised a question.

Where did Wang Qinghai get the Taboo Item he possessed?

Jiang Chaosheng glanced at the little shadow man on his wrist with a look of pity.

“This counts as a blood feud.”

The little shadow man was silent.

The murder of his father, the theft of his woman—he had it all.

Jiang Chaosheng asked:

“Where is your real body now?”

The little shadow man pointed a finger at the ground.

He meant that he had already arrived.

…..

Ten minutes later, the two guards recovered their senses.

They looked at each other blankly, feeling like something had just happened but unable to remember a thing.

Just then, Wang Zhen walked out with his girlfriend.

One of the guards quickly said in a fawning tone:

“Brother Zhen, where are you headed? Need me to get your car?”

Wang Zhen shot him a glance.

“To the suburbs. You want to come along?”

The two guards laughed awkwardly.

They really weren’t qualified to go there.

…

「An hour later.」

Wang Zhen’s new AITO arrived at a factory building in the suburbs.

The guard at the entrance saw Wang Zhen’s car and quickly opened the gate to let him through.

Wang Zhen stopped the car at the entrance of a warehouse.

Someone immediately helped Wang Zhen by driving the car to the parking lot.

Wang Zhen walked into the warehouse.

It was an underground fighting ring!

The air was thick with an inseparable mix of sweat, rust, and alcohol.

A pale, stark light illuminated the fighting ring, making the surrounding area seem even darker.

Shadowy figures loomed in the darkness, seated on plush sofas.

One could see the glowing and dying embers of cigarettes and the occasional glint of light reflecting off an eyeball.

Occasionally, women in bikinis would walk around, serving fruit platters to the guests.

The guests here were either rich or powerful.

Jiang Chaosheng saw Wang Zhen head to the second floor.

He closed his eyes.

The Taboo Item was on the second floor.

‘No rush.’

‘It’s right there. It’s not going anywhere tonight.’

A server dressed like a bartender approached.

“Sir, is this your first time here?”

The server never imagined that Jiang Chaosheng had ‘snuck’ in.

The guards wouldn’t let in anyone who wasn’t a guest of the fighting ring.

The security here was quite tight.

Jiang Chaosheng nodded.

The server beamed, his demeanor becoming even more respectful.

“This way, please. Let me explain the rules of the ring to you.”

The servers loved new customers the most.

Any guest who placed a bet through a server would earn that server a small commission.

‘This guest in front of me doesn’t look like an old gambling addict. It should be easy to trick him into placing a big bet.’

Jiang Chaosheng nodded.

‘I have to wait for Yang Xiao to arrive anyway. A little while won’t make a difference.’

The server led him to a sofa and had him sit down.

Just then, a fighter stepped into the ring.

He was a bare-chested, impressively muscular man.

The announcer loudly introduced the man.

His weight, his fight record, and so on.

Like a vegetable farmer hawking the quality of his produce.

The server said to Jiang Chaosheng:

“This guy is the biggest dark horse recently. A bet on him is a sure win.”

Seeing that Jiang Chaosheng didn’t respond, the server leaned in closer.

“Let me give you an inside tip. His opponent is a newcomer.

No one’s ever seen him before, so he’s definitely no good.

Oh, right. I heard he’s a middle-aged man who’s only here to pay for his daughter’s medical treatment.”

At that moment, the announcer’s voice rang out from the ring:

“Next up, the Meat Grinder’s opponent! Big Guy!”

A young man in a green suit and smoky eye makeup, with an unusually frail-looking physique, staggered into the ring.

Jiang Chaosheng glanced at the server.

“He doesn’t look middle-aged.”

The server froze, scratching his head.

‘The fighter called Big Guy is supposed to be a middle-aged man!’

‘What? Did they swap him out at the last minute?’

Jiang Chaosheng flicked a diamond at the server.

“Bet this on ‘Big Guy.'”

The server stared dumbfoundedly at the diamond in his hand.

‘That ‘Big Guy’ looks like a breeze could knock him over. The Meat Grinder will probably kill him with one punch, right?’

‘How could he dare to bet on him?’

Jiang Chaosheng smiled as he watched the stage, saying softly:

“Go on and have your fun.”

He tapped the shadow on his wrist.

“Even if you slaughter everyone here, I’ve got your back.”

…..

「In the ring.」

Yang Xiao snatched the announcer’s microphone and said with a grin:

“A small correction. I changed my name at the last minute. I’m not called Big Guy. Please, everyone, call me… Happy Ghost!”

The entire crowd sneered.

They were all seasoned veterans; how could they not tell a strong fighter from a weak one?

Even a child could tell from their physiques that the Meat Grinder would definitely win this match.

That so-called Happy Ghost looked like a gust of wind could knock him over.

‘Who cares about the nickname of a weakling like you?’

This guy must be here for comic relief.

Yang Xiao faced the crowd below and gave an elegant bow.

The audience burst out laughing.

This kid must be here for comic relief.

Yang Xiao straightened up and looked toward a corner in front of him, his expression filled with gratitude.

He wasn’t bowing to the audience.

He was offering his most loyal respect to his Mr. Dusk.