"Ning Zheyuan!"
The man who was sent flying by Ning Zheyuan's casual punch fell to the ground in a sorry state. Along with the others, he struggled but could not get up no matter what, like a cockroach that had been sprayed with insecticide all over its head and was about to die but was still kicking its legs out of instinct.
His voice was filled with resentment.
If tone of voice could be materialized, this kind of resentful tone alone could probably kill Ning Zheyuan a hundred times over.
"What are you doing? Why are you yelling so loudly..."
Ning Zheyuan impatiently picked at his ear, then flicked his little finger. He then stepped forward and stomped on the chest of the person who was yelling, stomping the person's half-sitting body back down. "You shook your earwax out, do you know that?"
"Why...why did you suddenly cause trouble at our place?"
The man was stomped on solidly. He was already feeling a tightness in his chest from Ning Zheyuan's uppercut, and this stomp made him feel a sweet, pungent taste rising from deep in his throat.
"We've always kept to ourselves and the Yan Yun Gang, and we've never caused trouble in your territory. Why are you doing this? Why!"
The man's eyes were wide with rage, and a trace of blood was faintly seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Looking at the man he had trampled under his feet, who was furious but unable to struggle, Ning Zheyuan remained expressionless. Suddenly, he turned his head, curled his lip, and lifted the leg that was stepping on him.
The oppressive feeling, like a mountain pressing down on him, was removed, and the man felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders. His tense chest suddenly relaxed, and he gasped for breath.
A flicker of fear crossed his eyes.
For a brief moment, he really thought he was going to die.
Ning Zheyuan...
This long-established underground emperor seems untouched by the passage of time.
He's still as strong as ever.
Just as strong as when he was young.
The one who suppressed the entire Jiang City underworld to the point of being unable to raise their heads... Cigarette Scar!
"You ask me why I did this?"
Ning Zheyuan straightened his collar. Not long ago, he had attended a relatively important high-end event, so he was wearing a custom-made black suit.
The suit that fit his body perfectly accentuated Ning Zheyuan's slender figure.
Actually, there's one thing the man said that's wrong.
Time has left its mark on Ning Zheyuan.
No one can escape the passage of time; the human body is destined to rust like a component over time.
Even though Ning Zheyuan's skills haven't declined with age, his appearance has been ravaged. There are wrinkles around his eyes that even makeup can't erase, and he already looks old.
The only thing that hasn't changed is the cigarette burn scar on his face.
"Little Eagle, your Chaos House is in the business of selling information, and you employ many highly skilled hackers, right?"
Ning Zheyuan leisurely found a chair and sat down. The bar's unique dark environment and dazzling light pollution shone on him, as if draping this underground emperor of Jiang City in a majestic and luxurious dragon robe.
After he sat down, while the man was deep in thought, he felt that something was missing from just sitting there. He looked around, then smiled gently and waved to the trembling waiter who was trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.
"Come here, I don't eat people, prepare something for me."
Ning Zheyuan said with a smile.
"Sir... what would you like?"
Where had the waiter ever seen anything like this? It's a testament to his strong mental fortitude that he didn't wet himself in fear.
One man stormed into the headquarters of their Chaotic House, effortlessly defeating all their hired thugs as if he were just buying a bottle of water at the supermarket.
He's practically a superman...
The waiter's legs were trembling.
"Open a bottle of Ace of Spades, and a cigar, any brand will do, but it has to be cut up."
After Ning Zheyuan finished speaking, he seemed to have thought of something and raised his head towards the man who was slumped on the ground and still unable to stand up: "Put it on his tab."
"Okay... okay, please wait a moment."
The waiter dared not show the slightest hint of unease and hurriedly turned to prepare.
As for Ning Zheyuan's mention of bookkeeping...
Not only did Ning Zheyuan not take it to heart, but neither did the waiter.
joke.
The person who was knocked to the ground by Ning Zheyuan and couldn't get up...
He is the third-in-command of their Chaos House.
People in the underworld call him Blood Eagle, and only senior figures like Ning Zheyuan, who have enough experience, can call him Little Eagle.
He truly deserves the title of Third Master.
His combat strength ranks among the top five in the entire Chaos House, yet he couldn't even withstand a single punch from Ning Zheyuan.
With someone as ruthless as Ning Zheyuan, how could the waiter dare to take his words seriously?
I doubt even the Third Master Eagle, who's sitting on the ground, would take this matter to heart...
"hiss……"
Blood Eagle, who was sitting on the ground, seemed to have recovered. He was thinking about Ning Zheyuan's words when he suddenly frowned and let out a soft "hmm".
Ning Zheyuan, who was idly waiting for the wine and cigars to arrive, glanced at him upon hearing this and said indifferently, "What is it that you remembered?"
"No."
Blood Eagle shook his head honestly, a hint of anger rising on his face: "Even if our Chaos Clan does this kind of thing, so what? We've never had any conflicts with the Yan Yun Gang!"
"No?"
Ning Zheyuan frowned slightly.
Just then, the waiter brought over what Ning Zheyuan had ordered. He carried a tray in his hand, walked quickly over, and then bent down and carefully placed it on the coffee table in front of Ning Zheyuan.
"Would you like me to open it for you?"
The waiter braced himself and asked, trying to mentally prepare himself.
Just treat him as a regular customer, just treat him as a regular customer...
"Open it."
Ning Zheyuan waved his hand casually, then looked at Xue Ying and frowned, saying, "What's done is done. You dare to do it but not take responsibility?"
"Let me tell you, the information about the person you're selling this time is very unusual. If she finds out what you're up to, then not only the Chaos House, but the entire underground forces in Jiang City will be reshuffled. I'm only keeping this under wraps because of our past relationship. That person doesn't know about it."
"Otherwise... do you really think you can still talk to me normally right now?"
"This is your last chance. Admit it yourself or wait for me to find it. If it's the latter... then there's no need for your Chaos House to continue existing."
With the help of the waiter, Ning Zheyuan lit a cigar, picked up the glass of wine, took a puff, exhaled the smoke into the glass, and then drank it all in one gulp.
He likes this way of drinking; the liquor becomes very strong with the help of a cigar.
It was so intense that Ning Zheyuan could temporarily forget the fact that he was old, and it gave him a feeling of being young again.
"No means no! I don't understand what you're saying at all."
Blood Eagle was enraged.
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