After going home to shower and change, Ning Qiang arrived at the Red Romance Club in record time. At the entrance of the club, he saw his cousin Ning Shan, who was already waiting for him.

Ning Shan was in the sand and gravel business and regularly dealt with the underworld, so he had naturally become part of that circle. Lord Hu was one of the top figures in this world, which made him the right person to approach.

"Bro, will Lord Hu agree to see me?" Having heard of Lord Hu's reputation, Ning Qiang was understandably nervous.

Ning Shan slapped his chest confidently. "With me here, you have nothing to worry about."

「Supreme Private Room of the Red Romance Club」

In a room spanning over a hundred square meters, more than a dozen scantily dressed women writhed sensuously. Lord Hu and a short man with explosive muscles were drinking and chatting.

Ning Shan and Ning Qiang stood off to the side, waiting quietly.

After about half an hour, Lord Hu gestured for Ning Shan to come over.

"Get straight to the point. No nonsense!" Ning Shan instructed. "As for the price, you're not short on cash, so start with a high bid. As long as you make Lord Hu happy, we'll establish this connection and you'll have some insurance for the future!"

Ning Qiang nodded repeatedly. As long as I can get Chen Yang killed, no price is too high!

Approaching Lord Hu, Ning Shan spoke first. "Lord Hu, my younger brother would like to ask for your help with a matter."

Zhao Yinghu glanced at Ning Qiang and lit a cigarette.

"Lord Hu, I want to kill someone!" Ning Qiang said bluntly. "I sincerely ask for your help. Here is eight million as payment for your troubles!"

"You've got some serious nerve!" Zhao Yinghu chuckled darkly, clearly tempted by the eight million.

Ning Qiang's eyes turned frosty as he said coldly, "He has humiliated me time and again. If I don't kill him, I can't eat by day or sleep by night!"

"Haha! Ning Shan, your little brother is far more ruthless than you are!" Zhao Yinghu took a drag on his cigarette, leaning back on the sofa with a laughing smile.

"Thank you for the compliment, Lord Hu! I hope you'll look out for this foolish little brother of mine in the future," Ning Shan said with a smile.

Zhao Yinghu gave a noncommittal wave of his hand. "Let's talk business first. Who do you want to kill?"

Overjoyed, Ning Shan quickly pulled Ning Qiang forward.

Taking a deep breath, Ning Qiang said with a sinister smile, "His name is Chen Yang, a worthless man who married into the Qin Corporation!"

In his mind, he could already picture Chen Yang being brutally killed by Lord Hu. I have to be there to watch it myself. That's the only way to quell the hatred in my heart.

However, he never anticipated what happened next. Zhao Yinghu shot up from the sofa, pointed at Ning Qiang, and demanded tensely, "Who did you just say?"

"Chen, Chen Yang! The pathetic husband to Lingjin City's most beautiful CEO, Qin Qiu!" Terrified, Ning Qiang clenched his teeth and repeated himself.

At that, Zhao Yinghu went rigid, and the atmosphere in the room solidified with him.

With trembling hands, Zhao Yinghu put the cigarette to his lips and took a deep drag. "You want to kill Chen Yang?" he asked in a low voice. "Do you have any idea who he is?"

"Just a piece of trash who only survived by marrying into a wealthy family!" Ning Qiang, caught up in his own fantasies and excitement, completely failed to notice the change in Zhao Yinghu's expression.

"Heh..." Zhao Yinghu laughed. He snuffed out his cigarette, turned, and shouted to his men nearby, "Get me my Mountain Splitter Blade! I'm going to chop up this blind fool!"

Ning Qiang and Ning Shan were speechless.

"You want me to kill Lord Chen Yang? Are you trying to set me up?" Zhao Yinghu glared furiously at Ning Qiang.

Ning Qiang was dumbfounded.

Soon, one of Zhao Yinghu's men brought out the Mountain Splitter Blade, which was over a meter long.

"L-Lord Hu, is there... is there some kind of misunderstanding?" Ning Shan stammered in a panic.

"Misunderstanding?" Zhao Yinghu said coldly, holding the Mountain Splitter Blade. "Lord Chen Yang is the man I respect most in this world, and you want me to kill him? Now you're telling me it's a misunderstanding?"

At these words, both Ning Shan and Ning Qiang felt their blood run cold, their limbs stiffening in terror.

Ning Qiang's legs went soft, and he collapsed to the floor. How could that worthless bum be the person Lord Hu respects the most?

"L-Lord Hu, are you sure you're not mistaken?" Ning Qiang could hardly believe his ears. This is Lord Hu of Lingjin City! How could a good-for-nothing like Chen Yang possibly intimidate him?

"Lord Chen Yang's wife is Qin Qiu of the Qin Corporation. There's no mistake."

Ning Qiang fell silent.

Fear, confusion, and terror surged through him like a tidal wave.

"For your brother's sake, I'll spare your life today! But while the death sentence is waived, a living punishment is unavoidable!"

"No! NO! Lord Hu, please spare me!" Ning Qiang begged desperately.

"Consider this just a warning!" Zhao Yinghu said somberly, handing the Mountain Splitter Blade back to his subordinate and lighting another cigarette.

"I-I won't dare again!" Ning Qiang said through gritted teeth.

"Get out!"

Ning Shan quickly ran over, apologized repeatedly to Zhao Yinghu, and then helped Ning Qiang leave.

Zhao Yinghu took a heavy drag from his cigarette, still shaken. "Trying to make trouble for Lord Chen Yang... they're really courting death."

After the two previous incidents, Zhao Yinghu now revered Chen Yang like a god.

The short but muscular man beside him asked, "Lord Hu, may I ask who this Chen Yang is?"

"He's a major figure. His methods are not to be underestimated," Zhao Yinghu said solemnly, taking a deep breath.

The young man, whose name was Qin Wu, suddenly became interested. "Someone Lord Hu calls a major figure? I wonder if you could introduce me?"

"Well..." Lord Hu hesitated, looking troubled. "I'd have to ask for his permission first. If Lord Chen Yang isn't interested, my hands are tied."

This only piqued Qin Wu's interest. He and Zhao Yinghu went way back, and he had never seen him so afraid of someone.

"How about this: ask him if he's interested in watching tomorrow's Unrestricted Fighting," Qin Wu proposed. "Tell him that besides human combatants, there will also be several Siberian Wolves. I'm sure he'll be interested."

Qin Wu raised his glass. The thick bones of his fingers looked astonishingly disproportionate to the rest of his body.

Zhao Yinghu pondered for a moment and finally nodded. "Alright, I'll try to get in touch with him."

"By the way, I heard that you, Mr. Qin Wu, might be stepping into the ring tomorrow?"

Qin Wu smiled. "It's been a while since I've gotten my hands dirty. I suppose it's time to stretch my muscles."

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