Chapter 158: Wang Qinghai

Chapter 158 -154: Wang Qinghai

“Give me the microphone!”

The announcer was instantly pissed.

‘Who do you think you are? Some star fighter in an international boxing match?’

‘Most of the people who fight here are just lowlifes.’

‘And you’re trying to put on a show?’

Yang Xiao nodded and bowed repeatedly.

“My apologies, my apologies. Here you go.”

The announcer snatched the mic and shot Yang Xiao a glare.

“Weirdo.”

He yelled into the microphone:

“Let the match… begin!”

The audience roared:

“HAHAHAHAHA, what the fuck? Why’d they send in such a weakling? This is a sure win!”

“Not gonna win much money. Everyone and their mother bet on Meatgrinder.”

“Meatgrinder! Take him out!”

“Cripple him in one punch! I like it bloody!”

Meatgrinder tilted his head, looking at Yang Xiao with a sneer.

“How dare you even get up here?

You should be in a gay bar, not here.

I’m sure you’d be very popular in a gay bar.”

Yang Xiao spread his hands.

“What can I say? I have a fabulous figure.”

Meatgrinder shook his head.

“Let’s just get this over with.”

Meatgrinder swung his fist and charged at Yang Xiao.

The audience’s eyes widened with excitement.

They wondered if Meatgrinder’s punch could smash Happy Ghost’s brains out.

But what happened next made their jaws drop.

Yang Xiao met Meatgrinder’s sandbag-sized fist with a fierce punch of his own.

“AHHH!!”

Meatgrinder let out a bloodcurdling scream, clutching his mangled arm as he fell to the ground, writhing in agony.

The entire venue fell silent.

Yang Xiao turned, faced Jiang Chaosheng’s direction, and gave another gentlemanly bow.

Like a master dancer on stage, taking an elegant final bow.

The next second, the crowd below erupted in furious curses.

“FUCK YOU! It’s fixed!”

“Useless Meatgrinder! How could you throw the fight so obviously?”

“Fixed fight! Fixed fight!”

Just then, a murderous glint appeared in Meatgrinder’s eyes.

He pulled a dagger from his pocket and lunged abruptly at Yang Xiao.

The rule of underground boxing is: there are no rules.

As if he had eyes on his back, Yang Xiao dodged the assassination attempt with an unbelievable maneuver.

Immediately after, he grabbed Meatgrinder’s wrist and easily disarmed him of the dagger.

He then expertly slit Meatgrinder’s throat.

Meatgrinder’s eyes widened in terror as he tried to block the gushing blood with his hands.

Yang Xiao didn’t give him the chance.

He grabbed Meatgrinder’s hand with one of his own and his hair with the other, forcing his head back.

Like spraying a bottle of champagne, Yang Xiao showered the entire venue in crimson.

The angry curses died down.

Screams rose and fell in their place.

The announcer dropped his microphone and sprinted madly for the upper floor.

…

「The Second Floor.」

The room was filled with various opera costumes, and the sound of traditional opera music played.

A middle-aged man in a red wedding costume postured on the floor, humming and singing a little tune.

This was Wang Qinghai, the underground emperor of Liancheng.

Wang Zhen waited by the door. Only after his father had finished singing did he speak.

“Father, Li Ying is dead.

The house collapsed and buried her. We didn’t find the item.

I had people ask around. No one caused it; she just had bad luck.”

Wang Qinghai sat down in a chair, picked up a teacup, and said:

“When you possess that thing, no death is too strange.”

Wang Qinghai took a sip of tea and continued:

“It’s just that it will be difficult to report back to the Prince.”

Wang Zhen knew which Prince Wang Qinghai was talking about.

Prince Heng, Jin Fucheng.

A major leader within Taiping Dao.

Wang Zhen lowered his head.

“Father, what should we do then?”

Wang Qinghai scoffed.

“What can we do? It’s not like he can kill me.

He’s not the only one in charge in Taiping Dao.

A few days ago, Miss Mihua also extended an olive branch to me.

Worst case, we can just side with Miss Mihua.”

Just then, someone burst through the door recklessly.

The father and son, Wang Zhen and Wang Qinghai, glared murderously at the intruder.

The announcer swallowed hard, his face full of terror.

“Someone died downstairs.”

Wang Zhen said coldly:

“Is this your first day here? Isn’t it normal for people to die here?”

The announcer shook his head repeatedly.

“No, it’s not that! Meatgrinder’s head was cut off!

His head was thrown into the crowd, and now we can’t even find it.

All the guests have been scared off!”

Wang Zhen’s pupils quivered.

Wang Qinghai glanced at Wang Zhen.

“Go take care of it.”

Wang Zhen hurriedly pushed the door open and ran downstairs.

…

Wang Zhen ran out of the room and looked down to the floor below.

It was empty. Everyone had fled.

Only two people were left in the entire place.

One was in a green suit, his back to him.

A man in a black suit and black trench coat sat in a corner, resting with his eyes closed.

Wang Zhen frowned.

‘Someone’s clearly here to cause trouble.’

‘The man in the corner must be the one in charge.’

He heard a sob.

He turned his head.

His girlfriend was curled up by the door.

A pang of pity shot through Wang Zhen. He helped his girlfriend up.

“Did he scare you?”

His girlfriend pointed at the ring, still shaken.

“It’s… it’s him! Yang Xiao!”

Wang Zhen’s body trembled. He stared in disbelief at the weirdo in the green suit on the ring.

‘Yang Xiao?’

‘He’s back?’

‘So he really is here to cause trouble!’

Wang Zhen wasn’t the least bit surprised that Yang Xiao could kill Meatgrinder.

That guy was the most shameless, vicious, and despicable person he had ever met.

Those were the very things that mattered in the underground boxing ring.

Wang Zhen looked toward Jiang Chaosheng in the corner, a dark expression clouding his face.

‘Did he find a new boss from out of town?’

‘Does he think that just because he found a new boss, he can come back for revenge?’

Wang Zhen glanced behind him, and when he looked back at Jiang Chaosheng, a hint of contempt appeared in his eyes.

‘So what if he found a new boss?’

‘Never mind that the Wang Family calls the shots in Liancheng’s underworld.’

‘My father alone is already far beyond the realm of ordinary people.’

Wang Zhen shouted toward the ring:

“Brother Xiao, is that you?”

Hearing the voice, Yang Xiao slowly turned his head, waved at Wang Zhen, and said with a wide smile:

“Well, well, well, Ah Zhen?

It really is you! Long time no see.”

Ah Zhen was the nickname Yang Xiao had given Wang Zhen.

Most ruthless people have a soft spot.

Wang Zhen was one; his ex-girlfriend Mengmeng was another.

Back then, he had saved Wang Zhen from a vicious beating in a KTV and had taken a liking to Mengmeng, a warm-up girl at a street race.

At that time, Yang Xiao had his left arm around his brother’s shoulder and his right arm around his girlfriend’s waist.

This pair, who would later betray him, became Yang Xiao’s greatest trigger.

But who could have predicted the ‘later’?

Mengmeng quickly looped her arm through Wang Zhen’s and looked at Yang Xiao with disgust.

“Yang Xiao, look at you now. You’re just like a clown.”

Mengmeng was very clever.

She knew that when facing an ex-boyfriend with her current one, she had to act decisively cold.

That way, her current boyfriend wouldn’t misunderstand and think she still had lingering feelings for her ex.

She definitely wasn’t going to leave Wang Zhen.

She liked Yang Xiao back then because he was the young master of Liancheng’s underworld.

The Wang Zhen of today was the underworld’s Crown Prince, far more powerful than Yang Xiao ever was!

Yang Xiao slowly turned his gaze to Mengmeng and said cheerfully:

“Yoo-hoo~ Mengmeng is here too.

What a coincidence! Couldn’t be more of a coincidence!”

Mengmeng sighed, feigning sorrow.

“I know you can’t get over me, but I really love Wang Zhen. Please, I’m begging you, don’t do anything stupid.

Apologize to Brother Zhen. I’ll ask him to let you go, okay?

It breaks my heart to see you like this.”

Wang Zhen sighed.

“I also often miss the friendship we once had.

But, Yang Xiao.

The chasm between us has grown too wide. We’re not in the same world anymore.”

Wang Zhen shook his head, staring at Yang Xiao with an excited gleam in his eyes.

“Beg me, and I’ll let you go!”

The words had barely left his mouth.

Dozens of burly men armed with machetes flooded in through the first-floor entrance.

Another seven or eight men held crude, homemade guns.

Pairs of mocking, vicious, and sneering eyes all fell upon him.

A slow smile spread across Yang Xiao’s lips.

“Brother… Zhen?

I’m begging you…”

The excitement in Wang Zhen’s eyes grew more intense.

‘Making my old boss kowtow and admit his mistakes… what could be more satisfying!’

Yang Xiao’s eyes narrowed.

“…to kill me.”