58: Chapter 053: Self-important Yelang 58: Chapter 053: Self-important Yelang At dusk, as the sun gradually set behind the hills, a stretch Hummer, flanked by two Jeep Wranglers, arrived at the entrance of the Purple Gold Garden Noble District.

Looking at the domineering stretched Hummer, the security guards at the entrance of the Noble District didn’t say a word, saluted immediately, and let them pass, their eyes filled with admiration.

The admiration was because they knew the owner of the stretched Hummer was Qiao Bazhi.

Like all the hoodlums on the streets, he believed that living in a mansion, driving luxury cars, sleeping with beautiful women, and having everyone at his beck and call on the streets—even if it meant dying twenty years earlier—was absolutely worth it!

Of course, it was just a thought.

He knew he wasn’t even qualified to carry Qiao Bazhi’s bags!

“Master Eight, do you think that Ye kid has eaten the gall of a leopard?

It was bad enough that he crippled that scion from the Gou Family, but to lay hands on He Fenghua too?”

Inside the stretched Hummer, the glamorous Liu Qin, clinging to Qiao Bazhi’s arm and leaning against him, fluttered her seductive phoenix eyes, “Does he think the Su Family can cover the sky with one hand in Hanghu?”

“You’re wrong, his reliance isn’t the Su Family, but himself.”

Upon hearing this, Qiao Bazhi slowly snuffed out his cigar, chuckling as he spoke, “As the saying goes, ‘With great skill comes great courage.’ There are too many people in this world who believe they’re the best after learning a little Kung Fu, disrespecting everyone.”

“That’s also true.”

Liu Qin, being Qiao Bazhi’s woman, also knew that before the establishment of the ‘Yanhuang Organization,’ many half-baked martial artists who hadn’t even reached the threshold of martial arts disregarded the law and committed crimes, all eventually meeting King Yan.

In her view, Ye Fan belonged to this category.

“Although that kid can fight, I don’t think we need to have Wu He make a move, right?”

Seeing that Qiao Bazhi didn’t speak, Liu Qin thought of Qiao Bazhi planning to send Wu He to deal with Ye Fan, and felt it was overkill—using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

Although she hadn’t interacted much with the man called Wu He, she knew that Wu He had once made a name for himself in the black fist realm, was later spotted by a Jianghu person, joined the sect of that Jianghu person, and after some training, his strength soared.

Now, he was the sharpest knife in Qiao Bazhi’s hand!

“To completely drive the Dong Hai Gang out of Hanghu and even Jiangnan, relying solely on beating and killing isn’t enough, we must find a big tree to cool off under.

Han Guodong is not only powerful in Jiangnan but is also associated with the Beijing Bai Family, and Mr.

Lin has an extraordinary relationship with the Bai Family.

Therefore, no matter the cost, we must forge a connection with Han Guodong!”

When mentioning Mr.

Lin, Qiao Bazhi spoke very respectfully, “So, this matter is crucial.

To be safe, let Wu He do it, lest He Fenghua complains that our actions weren’t clean enough.”

“Master Eight is indeed far-sighted.”

Realizing this, Liu Qin quickly flattered, her whole being almost pressing against Qiao Bazhi, her expression as seductive as it could be.

Seeing this, Qiao Bazhi chuckled and gave Liu Qin’s buttock a pinch, causing her to pant with desire, almost wishing she could spread her legs right then for Qiao Bazhi.

Facing Liu Qin’s temptation, Qiao Bazhi remained indifferent.

If he lacked even this bit of control, he wouldn’t have become the leader of the underworld in Hanghu, let alone the entire Jiangnan.

A few minutes later, the stretched Hummer stopped at the front of a villa in the mountainous area of Purple Gold Garden.

The driver immediately got out of the vehicle and opened the door for Qiao Bazhi.

Qiao Bazhi and Liu Qin stepped out one after another and entered the villa under the escort of a group of black-clothed men.

Once inside the courtyard, the black-clothed men tactfully didn’t follow any further, except Liu Qin who continued to follow Qiao Bazhi to the villa’s main hall.

Unlike ordinary villas, this villa’s main hall wasn’t decorated luxuriously, and didn’t even have the usual furniture like sofas or a TV.

Instead, it had been converted into a small martial arts training ground, with a wooden dummy placed in the middle.

When Qiao Bazhi and Liu Qin entered the villa, a young man dressed only in shorts was standing in front of the wooden dummy, squatting in a horse stance, his muscles taut, continuously striking the wooden dummy with his fists, elbows, and other parts of his body, the “thumping” sound incessant.

“Master Eight.”

Seeing Qiao Bazhi and Liu Qin enter, the young man halted his actions and turned around, completely ignoring Liu Qin and only greeting Qiao Bazhi.

In response to this scene, Liu Qin showed no dissatisfaction.

On one hand, she clearly understood that this young man named Wu He, apart from being polite to Qiao Bazhi, paid no mind to anyone else, and on the other hand, Qiao Bazhi’s emphasis on Wu He was no less than on her.

In other words, if Qiao Bazhi wanted to take over Hanghu and Jiangnan, he could do without her, but definitely not without Wu He!

“Xiao Wu, it looks like your Kung Fu has progressed again.”

Not only Liu Qin, but even Qiao Bazhi didn’t show any displeasure, seemingly accustomed to Wu He’s attitude.

“There are too many worldly distractions, progress is very slow, and I have yet to break through,” Wu He frowned, then said, “Master Eight, did you come to see me today because we’re making a move against the Dong Hai Gang?”

“Not yet.” Qiao Bazhi shook his head, “But there is someone you need to kill.”

“Who?”

At these words, Wu He’s gaze sharpened instantly.

Since following Qiao Bazhi to Hanghu, he had not yet had a chance to freely fight someone, and he somewhat missed the taste of fresh blood.

“Xiao Qin, show Xiao Wu the video,” Qiao Bazhi smiled and gestured for Liu Qin to take out the surveillance footage of the day Ye Fan acted at the entrance of CC Bar.

Without a word, Liu Qin quickly took out a tablet from her handbag, opened the surveillance footage of that day, and let Wu He watch.

“Reaction speed is too slow.”

As the scene flashed, Wu He watched Gou Wei drive his car towards Ye Fan.

Ye Fan only dodged at the last moment, prompting Wu He to immediately give his evaluation.

Hearing this, Qiao Bazhi remained silent, planning to wait until Wu He had watched everything before speaking.

“The speed is not bad though.”

Seeing that Ye Fan had appeared in front of Gou Wei in a flash and sent him flying with a slap, Wu He said disdainfully, “However, his strength is too weak.

He hasn’t reached Postnatal Great Success yet — he’s only slightly stronger than the typical Early Postnatal realm Martial Artist, having perfected his outer strength to the extreme.”

“Why?”

Qiao Bazhi had learned some martial arts too, but he couldn’t learn meditation and had not stepped into the realm of Martial Arts, so he couldn’t gauge Ye Fan’s strength.

“If he had reached Postnatal Great Success and used his power, that slap would have been enough to kill the man,” explained Wu He, his enthusiasm fading quickly, as he seemed to lose interest in a confrontation with Ye Fan.

Qiao Bazhi saw through Wu He’s thoughts immediately and chuckled, “What’s wrong?

You think his strength is too weak?”

“It’s not that he’s too weak; it’s that he’s simply not worth my effort — I could kill such a guy with one slap,” Wu He said blandly, “Master Eight, I think you should let somebody else take care of this rookie.”

“Haha!”

Upon hearing Wu He’s arrogant words, Qiao Bazhi couldn’t help but laugh, “Xiao Wu, although this person is somewhat weak, killing him is crucial for our next step against the Dong Hai Gang.

To be safe, you should handle it yourself.”

“Fine then.”

Although he felt it was beneath him to kill Ye Fan, Wu He knew he had to follow Qiao Bazhi’s orders and agreed reluctantly.

“Make it clean, leave no trace,” Qiao Bazhi thought for a moment, then added, “Also, behead this young fellow and bring his head to me.”

“Master Eight, you know I don’t have the habit of using weapons,” Wu He chuckled, his smile filled with a bloodthirsty air, “I prefer to twist off my enemies’ heads.”

“Hiss~”

As Liu Qin heard Wu He’s words and remembered the scene of Wu He tearing apart an opponent, she felt a chill run down her spine and instinctively shrank her neck.

Qiao Bazhi, on the other hand, wore a relaxed smile.

He had long gotten used to Wu He’s bloodlust, and in his memory, ever since Wu He had been with him, he had never failed!

…

When darkness enveloped the earth, Ye Fan and Su Yuxin walked out of a private restaurant, nearly shoulder to shoulder, looking every bit the enamored couple to outsiders.

However—

To the surprise of the passersby, after stepping out, they didn’t get into the same car.

Ye Fan entered his unremarkable Audi, while Su Yuxin got into a stretched Mercedes.

Hmm?

As the cars started, Ye Fan was about to steer his wheel when he suddenly became aware that someone was watching him.

Glancing through the rearview mirror, he was shocked to see a Buick Lacrosse parked behind him, its headlights on, seemingly ready to depart at any moment.

This discovery made Ye Fan feel uneasy.

He thought for a moment, opened his window, and told Su Yuxin to go ahead.

Su Yuxin nodded and drove out of the parking lot first.

Until Su Yuxin’s car entered the street, Ye Fan did not leave.

Instead, he keenly observed his surroundings to see if anyone else was following Su Yuxin.

“Has he noticed us?”

In the Buick Lacrosse behind, Wu He furrowed his brow slightly, almost unable to believe that Ye Fan had spotted him so quickly.

After all, he hadn’t even started trailing yet!

“Buzz!”

Just as Wu He was puzzled, Ye Fan’s car suddenly started.

“I knew it; how could he possibly notice?”

Watching Ye Fan’s car drive off, Wu He laughed sardonically.

After Ye Fan entered the street, he followed.

Seeing this in his rearview mirror, Ye Fan squinted slightly.

After thinking it over, he first called Su Yuxin to say he’d be back late, then deliberately slowed his speed and headed for the Jiuxi Rose Garden Noble District.

“Little rookie, to die at the hands of Master Wu, you should consider your life well-lived!”

Watching Ye Fan, who hadn’t noticed him at all, Wu He bore a ferocious grin, resembling a bloodthirsty beast.