72: Chapter 66: The Torrents of a Stormy Night 72: Chapter 66: The Torrents of a Stormy Night Three minutes later, only Qin Shi was left standing in the hallway.
The teenager had his hands in his pockets, his eyes calm.
The tough-looking blond thug, his head hanging low and waist bent, hung weakly on the handrail.
The remaining dozen or so lackeys were sprawled on the ground like poorly planted seedlings.
“They’re all useless fighters.”
Qin Shi’s tone was regretful, as if he hadn’t had enough.
This bunch of rookies absorbed by the Righteous Fist Society couldn’t even force out his Wind Fist Stream.
With just eighteen points of Life Force, he had already achieved absolute dominance.
“A Shi, what’s the commotion outside…”
Li Yuan walked out of the director’s office and couldn’t help but widen his eyes when he saw the scene.
Xie Yucheng, having witnessed the battle, was extremely excited:
“Luo Jie’s men came looking for trouble.
They wanted to shut down the nursing home, not only disrespecting Brother Ze but also attacking people.
Luckily, A Shi was here!
He took them down like it was nothing!”
A Shi, you took on a dozen men by yourself?
He and Xie Yucheng had attended Lao Liang’s cram school and were well-versed in foundational techniques, excelling in various aspects.
Even so, the two of them could only handle three or four adults at most.
Taking on this many thugs alone was indeed impossible.
After all, those absorbed into the Righteous Fist Society generally knew some fighting techniques and weren’t weak.
“Wow, it’s Luo Jie’s subordinate Dao Zai Ming!
Heard his Sanda is pretty good…”
Li Yuan took a closer look at the blond thug with a broken nose, his face covered in blood, showing the same surprise as Xie Yucheng:
“A Shi, is your Life Force over fifteen points now?
Otherwise, there’s no way you could have taken down Dao Zai Ming!”
He could kick through three arm-thick wooden poles with his legs, Luo Jie’s top hitman.”
Ever since he had seen the elite students of Qiguang Heng University’s Martial Arts System, he had lost all interest in the rotten thugs of Old Factory Street.
Their techniques were poor, weaknesses numerous, and physical qualities insufficient.
I had to admit, those top students of the Urban Circle had overall higher standards.
Understand that the same people, with the same Life Force, represent very different significances.
For example, experts in the inspection team typically had around fifty points, but without ample resources or extra opportunities, their lifetime limit would likely be around sixty points.
However, students of Qiguang Heng University’s Martial Arts System, if they had fifty points of Life Force in their sophomore year, seriously competing in physical contests for several years or luckily being noticed and mentored by a professor, would have a good chance of breaking through a hundred points before graduation.
This fight didn’t even count as a warm-up.
The only benefit is that it can increase my Fighter certification skill level, making it easier to unlock the next skill bar sooner.
Qin Shi collected his thoughts and turned to Li Yuan:
“Brother Yuan, how should we handle this?
According to your street rules?”
Li Yuan frowned, surprised at the audacity of Luo Jie’s men, even stomping on the place where Brother Ze cared for the Righteous Fist Society members.
“First, throw them out.
Then I’ll talk it over with Brother Ze.
This time, it’s Luo Jie causing trouble; they’re in the wrong.
The big boss shouldn’t favor them…”
Qin Shi’s eyelids lowered.
He had captured and observed the breath of Northern Street’s Brother Ze several times using Introspection.
He felt the other wasn’t someone without fire, a clay figurine to be easily manipulated.
“Deliberately enduring, huh?”
Qin Shi pondered silently.
“Rest assured, A Shi.
It won’t involve you.
Brother Ze is very loyal.
You stood up for him, he’ll definitely protect you.”
Seeing Qin Shi lost in thought, Xie Yucheng thought he was worried about retaliation, hurriedly patting his chest:
“Brother Yuan and I can join you in taking the heat.”
“Thanks, Brother Cheng.”
He hadn’t thought about this problem.
Not to mention Brother Lin Yunqing was the director of the General Affairs Department at Qiguang Heng University, a bona fide rising star in the establishment.
Last time, at the gym, the watchdog casually called the inspection team leader over.
Such backing cannot be underestimated!
Holding tightly to the big thigh, eating soft on the hard, is enough to cope.
Brother Ze and Brother Ji, compared to Lin Yunqing, a second-generation academic figure in the Urban Circle, are not worth mentioning.
Old Factory Street is ultimately a neglected, rundown place, unable to nurture any impressive characters.
Those big shots mostly treat it as a spot for a feast, occasionally visiting.
Li Yuan returned from the call, looking grim:
“Brother Biao is gone!
Brother Ze drove to the big boss!”
Xie Yucheng was stunned:
The baby-faced youth Brother Biao had always been Brother Ze’s right-hand man.
Their relationship was as close as siblings!
“The big boss’ club had an important client come over yesterday, suddenly interested in a life-or-death match, sent his bodyguard to fight.
After winning two matches, the big boss lost face and sent Brother Biao to step in, and the result was…”
Li Yuan clenched his teeth.
Standing in the hallway, Qin Shi tilted his head, looking out the window, seeing the gathering dark clouds and the thunderstorm breaking across the summer sky.
“It’s going to rain.”
The car tires screeched loudly against the ground, like a furious beast suddenly stopping at the entrance of Black Flame Hotel.
Without waiting for the doorman, a short-haired man with a sharp aura strode out.
He walked briskly to the reception desk, his eyes fixated on the lobby manager:
“I’m Cheng Ze, I want to see Brother Hao.”
Although Yu Hai City Construction’s business has grown increasingly larger over the years, taking on several major projects in the Urban Circle, the boss Qin Lihao had no plans to stay permanently.
Each time he visited, he often chose to stay at the Black Flame Hotel, where the Qin Family had a stake.
The call connected, directly reaching the presidential suite’s phone.