Chapter 15: Uncle Qin

Off to the side, Zhang Tianfeng witnessed the scene and broke into a satisfied grin. No longer bothering to conceal himself, he looked at Ye Fei with a sinister glint and drawled, “Kid, you sure can drink. I’ll have my boys keep you company, take your time. As for your senior sister, you needn’t worry—I’ll make sure to ‘take good care’ of her.”

With that, he snapped his fingers.

Han Shao and Wu Shao, who had been standing by the door, exchanged glances, smirked coldly, and began to close in on Ye Fei.

“Let’s go.”

“Buddy, the two of us will drink with you.”

Ye Fei glanced at them indifferently, ignoring their approach. Instead, his gaze fell on Zhang Tianfeng. “Using such disgraceful tricks—can you really live with yourself?”

“Conscience?” Zhang Tianfeng burst out laughing, mocking him. “In business, do you really want to talk about conscience? Don’t be so damned naïve. Let me make myself clear: not only will I sleep with the woman in your hands tonight, I’ll call my boys over so we can all have her!”

“If you want to live, pretend nothing happened. Keep your mouth shut and get the hell out of this private room!”

Ye Fei glanced at Lin Qiqing—she was still babbling incoherently, oblivious to everything around her. With a soft sigh, he placed her on the sofa. “I’m sorry, Senior Sister, but your deal tonight is off.”

At these words, Zhang Tianfeng’s expression froze, then twisted into a vicious laugh. “Good! Very good! You’ve got guts! I haven’t met a blind fool like you in years! Get him—kill him! I want to see him end up a dead dog!”

Han Shao and Wu Shao flexed their fists and charged at Ye Fei.

But in the next instant—

The moment they got close, both felt an explosive force hit their abdomens.

Two heavy thuds resounded.

The pair flew backward a full three meters and crashed hard to the ground.

“What?” Zhang Tianfeng was stunned.

He thought his eyes had deceived him. Ye Fei hadn't even seemed to move, and yet his two lackeys had been sent flying.

“I”—Ye Fei’s voice was icy—“detest underhanded tricks.”

“If I hadn’t come with my senior sister tonight, you would have had your way, wouldn’t you?”

He strode toward Zhang Tianfeng, transformed, his gaze cold and sharp as frost.

Zhang Tianfeng’s face turned ashen, clearly unprepared for how easily his men had been dispatched. This guy was almost certainly a trained fighter.

Still, Zhang Tianfeng wasn’t out of cards to play.

“You really think I came here tonight just to see Lin Qiqing?” he sneered. “So what if you can fight? I’ll show you what real power looks like!”

He pulled out his phone and made a call.

Ye Fei shook his head with a faint smile, making no move to stop him. Instead, he turned to check on Lin Qiqing.

The next second, he nearly had a nosebleed.

His senior sister, sprawled on the sofa, cheeks flushed and eyes dazed, was restlessly writhing, stripping off her jacket and heels. It was clear what would happen next if left unchecked.

“Good grief, my dear Second Senior Sister, you really can’t play this game!” Ye Fei was startled. He couldn’t just stand by. Thinking quickly, he took off his own jacket and draped it over Lin Qiqing.

But as soon as he touched her, she grabbed his arm with soft, trembling hands.

“Don’t… don’t go…” she whispered. “Help… help me…”

Help? How the hell am I supposed to help?

Ye Fei took a deep breath. His eyes flickered with resolve. He used his jacket sleeves to tie Lin Qiqing’s hands together.

Right now, the drug’s effects had left her weak and powerless, unable to resist. With her hands bound, she could no longer move, and Ye Fei wiped the cold sweat from his brow, finally able to relax.

“Hello? Uncle Qin? I need your help. I’ve run into a bit of trouble at Royal KTV. Yes, Royal KTV…”

At that moment, Zhang Tianfeng’s venomous voice cut through the air, his icy eyes fixed on Ye Fei. Watching Lin Qiqing’s writhing on the sofa only fueled his rage.

“You dare ruin my plans? Whether you die or not tonight, you’ll at least be crippled!”

Royal KTV, just below.

In the basement.

Here lay the most secretive and perilous underground boxing ring in Hangzhou.

A bald, scar-faced man in a sharp suit, an expensive cigar clamped between his teeth, sat in the place of honor, watching two fighters on the bloodstained ring trade savage blows, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.

A voluptuous red-haired woman sashayed up to him, a ringing phone in her hand.

“Brother Long, it’s Uncle Qin.”

The bald man’s smile vanished. He straightened his back, took the phone solemnly, and said in a deep voice, “Hello? Uncle Qin, anything you need—just say the word.”

Thirty seconds later, the man’s face showed surprise. “What? That young master from the Zhang family of Yanjing is here too? Understood. Yes, yes, don’t worry. I’ll handle it. I know you have connections in Yanjing. No problem.”

He hung up, face darkening, and leapt to his feet.

“You’ve got a death wish, making trouble in my territory!”

“Gather the brothers—get to Presidential Suite No. 2, now!”

“Move it! All of you, get moving!”

The red-haired woman shivered, then hurried off.

Presidential Suite.

Bang.

The door was kicked open.

Ye Fei looked up at the disturbance, watching a group of burly, ruthless-looking bodyguards file in, followed by a bald man in a blue suit who swept his gaze around the room.

His eyes landed on Zhang Tianfeng, and he immediately approached with a sycophantic smile. “Master Zhang, you’re Master Zhang, right?”

“You’re the one Uncle Qin sent?” Zhang Tianfeng’s lips curled into a cold smile as he looked around at the assembled men.

“Yes, yes, Master Zhang, just call me Long. I keep order at Royal KTV—I’m the local boss in this district!” The bald man grinned obsequiously. “If you’d told me you were coming, we’d have rolled out the red carpet! Uncle Qin asked me to say he misses his nephew very much.”

“Long, is it? I’ll remember you.” Zhang Tianfeng nodded coolly, then glanced toward Lin Qiqing and smirked. “I’d planned to see my Uncle Qin after business tonight, but a worthless dog got in my way and ruined my mood. Everything’s off for now.”

“You deal with it.”

Following Zhang Tianfeng’s gaze, the bald man first glanced at the delirious Lin Qiqing, then at Ye Fei standing protectively before her. Years of street experience told him everything he needed to know.