The light bulb in the room flickered and then went out.
Zhang Cheng went into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and only heard a few dry hissing sounds.
No water, no electricity.
He walked to the window and peered out; the lights in the other rooms were still on.
"Such a low-level tactic?"
Zhang Cheng twitched the corner of his mouth, too lazy to wait any longer.
He put on his coat, picked up his luggage, and opened the door.
Outside the door, Director Ma of the guesthouse was rubbing his hands together, his face a smile that looked more like a grimace.
"Mr. Zhang, oh dear, what bad luck! A water pipe burst, and I was worried about an electric shock, so I turned off the power to your house..."
Zhang Cheng didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, and walked past him with his bag in hand.
Director Ma quickly turned around and chased after him, his voice trembling with tears:
"Mr. Zhang, I...I'll find you a nice hotel nearby, I'll pay for it!"
Zhang Cheng didn't stop.
"Mr. Zhang!"
Director Ma almost knelt down, blocking his way.
"Boss Feng and the others have spoken. I'm just a doorman. My whole family is in Jiaxing, I..."
Zhang Cheng finally stopped, looking at the face that was about to burst with bitterness.
"Director Ma, I was arranged to stay here by Section Chief Gao."
His voice was calm, yet it sent a shiver down Director Ma's spine.
"You're afraid of Feng Sanyao, but not Director Gao?"
Zhang Cheng continued to ask,
Can the Jiaxing gang represent the Jiaxing municipal government?
After saying that, he ignored the ashen-faced Director Ma and strode out of the guesthouse.
A Santana sped past the entrance, and Feng Sanyao's profile, with a cigar in his mouth, flashed through the car window.
Zhang Cheng got into the Cadillac parked by the roadside and started the car.
Instead of going to the Jialong Hotel, he drove to a remote area of bungalows.
At this moment, inside the bungalow, Brother Dao, shirtless, was having hot pot with a group of young men around a copper pot.
The heat made him sweat profusely.
There was a knock on the door.
Who is it?
A young man named Hyena, carrying a piece of meat in his mouth, went to open the door.
The moment the door opened, the hyena's lazy expression vanished. He whirled around and shouted into the house:
"Brother Dao! Master Zhang is here!"
"Swish"
With a thud, Brother Dao sprang up from the bench, grabbed his greasy sleeve, wiped his mouth, and
He rushed to the door, taking two steps at a time, his face beaming with a humble smile.
"Mr. Zhang, why did you come over so late?"
"There's something I can't say over the phone."
Zhang Cheng walked into the room, his gaze sweeping over the group of young people who had stopped eating and stood up.
He walked to the table, stopped, and asked Brother Dao:
"You said before that you sold your life to me."
Does it still count now?
The air inside the room froze instantly.
Dao Ge's eyes sharpened, and without hesitation, he kowtowed to the ground.
"Master Zhang, give the order! I'd rather face any danger than this! If I, Daozi, even flinch, I'm not a son of a mother!"
"Yes! Big boss, who are we going to take down!"
The young people inside the room all had fierce glints in their eyes.
Zhang Cheng was very satisfied.
He took a piece of paper out of his pocket and threw it on the table:
“This is the guesthouse where I used to stay. Feng Sanyao had the water and electricity cut off for me.”
"Fuck the motherfucker!"
Brother Dao slammed his fist on the table.
Zhang Cheng smiled, his voice light and airy:
"Burn it down with a fire."
Dao Ge suddenly looked up, his pupils contracted sharply, and he opened his mouth but no sound came out.
The room was deathly silent.
"Master Zhang..."
Dao Ge's voice was a little hoarse.
“That…that’s public land. If it’s burned down, you’ll lose your head.”
"Only when someone is burned to death will their head be lost."
Zhang Cheng looked at him calmly.
"All I want is a fire, a fire that everyone can see."
Let Mayor Gao see how his guests were bullied in Jiaxing.
He paused, then added:
"Ten thousand yuan after it's done."
Dao Ge's breathing instantly became heavy. He glanced at his brothers behind him.
On those young faces, fear was being rapidly replaced by greed.
He gritted his teeth and kowtowed again:
"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang! We'll take the job!"
Meanwhile, inside the private rooms of the Baiyan Dance Hall, cigar smoke filled the air.
Feng Sanyao put his legs up on the table and gave an order to a burly man:
"Go find that brat surnamed Zhang for me. Tonight, he'll make sure he knows the streets of Jiaxing like the back of his hand!"
Just as the burly man stepped out, Zhao Shijie pushed the door open and walked in.
All the bosses in the private room turned their gazes away from Zhao Shijie and towards Feng Sanyao, who was standing there.
Feng Sanyao cursed inwardly, thinking, "These old foxes, they want me to be the one to stick my neck out again."
In the darkness, Brother Dao and several of his men covered their faces with headscarves and stuffed beer bottles filled with gasoline into their waistbands.
"Remember this: only burn the outer walls, don't throw things in the windows! If someone dies, no one will escape the consequences!"
Dao Ge lowered his voice, his eyes fierce.
Don't worry, bro!
The old man who guarded the guesthouse had just dozed off when he saw several dark figures rushing over.
What are you doing!
He had barely uttered a shout when a burning bottle slammed against the wall of the guesthouse.
"boom!"
Flames shot into the sky.
One, two, three... Molotov cocktails were smashed against the outer wall one after another, and the fire spread instantly, billowing thick smoke.
Screams and shouts filled the air, creating utter chaos.
"run!"
After throwing away the last bottle, Brother Dao let out a low growl and led the way into the night.
Director Ma stumbled and crawled out, and upon seeing the guesthouse's exterior wall engulfed in flames, his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground.
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