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Chapter 866 - Chapter 866 Chapter 866 Plowing the Courtyard and Sweeping the

Chapter 866: Chapter 866: Plowing the Courtyard and Sweeping the Dens (First Update to Celebrate the Western Divine Beast) Chapter 866: Chapter 866: Plowing the Courtyard and Sweeping the Dens (First Update to Celebrate the Western Divine Beast) Aside from a gang of thugs, there were also three or four noisy women acting boisterously in the private room.

They had expected a waiter to come in with dishes, but upon seeing strangers, they suddenly fell silent.

Someone shouted loudly, “What are you two doing here?”

The muscular man didn’t pay attention to them; instead, he stepped forward, scanning the room before saying in a deep voice, “Liu Jianbo and Wang Yonggang from Factory 543, step out… Don’t make a mistake.”

“Who the hell are you!” A thug sprang to his feet, grabbing a wine bottle from the table and spoke menacingly, “Are you blind, daring to make trouble here?”

The muscular man glanced at him indifferently and replied without emotion, “We’re only looking for these two. I advise you not to bring trouble upon yourself.”

“Go to hell!” the thug cursed loudly, smashing the bottle down hard.

Accompanied by the sound of whistling wind, the bottle aimed straight for the man’s head, indeed striking as soon as the opportunity arose.

With a swift raise of his hand, the man punched the thick bottle, shattering it before grabbing the thug’s arm and flinging his hundred-something-pound frame directly against the wall of the private room.

With a “thud,” the wall trembled, and the thug slid down it, collapsing onto the ground with fresh blood spurting from his mouth.

The other thugs were initially stunned, then exploded in fury, “Who the fuck… are you?” “Kid, are you looking to die?”

“Hold on!” In the midst of the chaos, someone shouted loudly.

If it were anyone else it might not have mattered, but the fact that it was Second Monk quieted the room instantly.

Second Monk didn’t look at the muscular man; instead, he turned towards the beautiful woman behind him. He frowned slightly and asked with a serious tone, “Beauty, have we met somewhere before?”

The woman shook her head, replying expressionlessly, “I don’t think so, but it’s not too late to get acquainted now… Are you interested in taking a trip to Macau? I’ll cover the plane ticket.”

“It’s you…” Second Monk’s face changed instantly, he stumbled backward, colliding with a chair, nearly falling over.

Managing to stabilize himself with both hands and feet, he stood up and bowed respectfully, “I’ve met Sister Hong.”

Sister Hong looked around and asked sternly, “Are you the leader of this group?”

“We don’t have a leader; we’re just a bunch of brothers fooling around,” answered Second Monk with a forced smile, “You’re different, Sister Hong. Your reputation is well-known in the underworld; please don’t stoop to our level.”

“I was just here to find someone,” Sister Hong spoke coldly, “but you had to make it difficult for yourselves, even taking the initiative to attack. Truly, the new waves of the Yangtze River push forward the old… I really am getting old.”

Second Monk, terrified, knelt down on one knee, “Sister Hong, we… we didn’t mean it. Just had a bit too much to drink and lost our heads. Please let this go…”

Just then, the muscular man spoke up, “If apologies worked, what would we need the police for?”

“Right…” Second Monk slapped his forehead and quickly stood up, grabbing the small bag containing 180,000 in cash, “Here is 180,000. Consider it my way of apologizing to Sister Hong.”

The muscular man scoffed again, speaking arrogantly, “Do you think we haven’t seen money before? I don’t want your 180,000. Come, let’s see you take a hit from a wine bottle, and we’ll call it even… Agreed?”

He was fixated on the fact that the other party had casually hurt someone. If it weren’t for his exceptional skills, the bottle could have cracked his skull open.

Where would Second Monk dare to take a hit from a wine bottle? This man could shatter bottles barehanded; one hit could potentially cause a comminuted skull fracture.

So, Second Monk reached into his pocket and took out a card, “Big brother, there are more than 300,000 on this card… Can you spare me this once?”

The muscular man took the card, looked it over, then threw it back on the table, “Withdraw 300,000… I’ll spare you this time.”

Two thugs promptly left to withdraw the cash, having realized that the incredibly beautiful woman was the infamous Sister Hong, the fearsome Liu Hong from the underworld. With stories of people scared to death by her plane ticket, they dared not delay.

As for the two security department staff, Liu Jianbo and Wang Yonggang, they watched in bewilderment. Who were this man and woman who could frighten the notorious Second Monk like this?

Of course, what mainly filled their minds was not curiosity but terror: why had such figures come looking for them?

The muscular man’s gaze had already shifted back to them as he asked coldly, “Is it you two?”

Even trembling, Liu Jianbo acted swiftly, standing up with a forced smile, “Big brother, I’m Liu Jianbo. I’ve worked at the factory for years and don’t really know much… may I ask what you need?”

“You’re asking me what I need?” The muscular man looked at him and laughed coldly, “You two have done something, and you have no idea what you’re guilty of?”

Liu Jianbo and Wang Yonggang exchanged glances, in their hearts, they already had the answer–people who hung around the factory year-round, how could they possibly dare to mess with a social figure of this caliber?

Silent for a moment, Wang Yonggang mustered his courage to speak, “Big brother, we truly don’t understand, could you give us a hint?”

The muscular man didn’t give a hint, simply baring his teeth in a cold smile, “Have the guts to say that again?”

Wang Yonggang immediately shut his mouth, Second Monk snorted disdainfully, “Fucking now you’re playing dumb, think everyone else is an idiot? Even I can see you’re trying to deal with Sansheng Liquor, now they’ve come to deal with you!”

Thinking about how he had spent three hundred thousand for this, his anger grew increasingly intense, he stepped forward, raised his hand, and slapped Wang Yonggang hard across the face, twisting his body slightly, a palm print instantly swelled on his face.

Second Monk was still not satisfied, delivering another kick towards Liu Jianbo, “Fuck your mother, did I invite you to mess with me… You almost got me in trouble with Sister Hong, and I lost three hundred thousand.”

Sister Hong’s brow furrowed slightly, speaking coldly, “You don’t have to make the compensation, no problem, I won’t force you.”

Second Monk was startled at her words, then slapped himself across the face, smiling apologetically, “Look at my filthy mouth… I should compensate, I really should. It’s just so hard to make money these days, heh, it hurts a bit.”

Earning money had indeed not been easy for him lately, but a mere three hundred thousand really didn’t matter much to him, his actions, though were an outburst of anger, also held a hint of humbling himself, pleading for leniency.

If it were an average thug of similar rank, he surely wouldn’t have said this, probably something more like “Three hundred thousand is even considered money?”

Sister Hong glanced at him, too lazy to say more. Although she was known as “Society’s Sister Hong,” her underworld attributes weren’t very strong, more often seen as “having backers above and connections overseas,” absolutely not the kind to be provoked.

She turned and walked outside, the muscular man waved towards Liu Jianbo and Wang Yonggang, then also headed outside.

The two exchanged looks and followed out, their faces stiff.

Shortly after, the two thugs sent to withdraw money returned, holding a black plastic bag with three hundred thousand in cash inside.

Seeing fewer people in the room, one thug exclaimed, “Second brother, this money… we don’t have to give it?”

Second Monk swung his hand, sending a dish flying over, his eyes glaring as he spoke harshly, “Are you fucking farting… Am I, your second brother, the kind of person whose word means nothing?”

The thug dodged to the side, the dish exploding against the wall behind him, he continued with a smile, “Second brother, I didn’t mean that, I just saw that Crooked Neck got hurt… Shouldn’t they pay some medical expenses?”

“Pay your mother’s medical expenses!” Second Monk, fuming, nostrils flaring, “He was asking for it being so handsy!”

While he said this, he truly believed it. But considering that Crooked Neck had represented the brothers’ “spiritedness” in the incident, he felt he shouldn’t let his subordinates lose heart–if the team’s morale was gone, they couldn’t be led.

So he sighed, “The issue is Sister Hong, she’s not your average tough cookie. Know why no one bothers with Liu Hong’s disappearance or messes with her? She’s with the overseas Hungmen Sect. Those who had grudges against her, at least three are gone forever…”

Everyone fell silent upon hearing this; they knew that their second brother, when drunk, had no filter and could speak out of turn, but this kind of insider information was genuinely unheard of for them.

After a long pause, the thug bowed, “Thank you for your guidance, second brother. Otherwise, I might run into big trouble… I’m going to find them and send the three hundred thousand to settle the account…”

Liu Qiangsheng had sent out two hundred thousand, wholeheartedly waiting for someone to trouble Sansheng Liquor. But by the next day’s noon, he hadn’t received a call from the two, and they were not answering their phones either, a bad feeling started to creep up in him.

So he drove to Factory 543, seeking out the two for an explanation.

The two were indeed at the unit, showing no expression upon seeing him.

Liu Qiangsheng, holding back his fury, asked darkly, “So what’s your deal, you two?”

“Deal? Look at my face,” Wang Yonggang pointed to his swollen cheek, speaking somewhat slurred, “Young Master Liu, it’s not that we didn’t want to help you, we truly couldn’t handle it… can you let us off the hook?”

Liu Qiangsheng felt his anger nearly overwhelm him, “You took the money but did nothing?”

“If we hadn’t been so proactive after taking the money, we wouldn’t have incurred their wrath,” Liu Jianbo said emotionlessly, “Young Master Liu, drop it. They took the money, and even if you want to sue us, we won’t admit to taking your cash.”

I knew Zhengyang People were unreliable, Liu Qiangsheng sighed inwardly, lighting a cigarette.

After a while, he scoffed disdainfully, “Sue you over two hundred thousand? I really can’t afford that kind of embarrassment… go on, who’s the person involved? You can at least satisfy me with that, right?”

Two hundred thousand wasn’t even a blip on his radar; if it’s gone, it’s gone, getting mad over such a trifle would really demean his status.

You took the money but failed the job, letting slip some information shouldn’t be a problem, right?

(First update, congratulations to the alliance chief, Western Divine Beast Secretary Wu, added another chapter, where are your monthly votes?)