Zhao Qiang said, "No matter what I did, your grandfather had better not hold my parents responsible, or I won't let him off the hook."
Yang Shiqi said, "I will talk to my grandfather, but I'm afraid he might not listen."
Zhao Qiang said, "Then let him send people to deal with me again."
Yang Shiqi said, "If that's the case, I'll fight him to the death. But I want to know what you're going to do?"
Zhao Qiang said, "Go find Wang Yipeng."
Yang Shiqi said, "You think Wang Yipeng is manipulating all of these things behind the scenes? He doesn't have that ability yet."
Zhao Qiang said, "We can't find anyone else right now, maybe we'll get lucky."
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Volume 2 [615] You've Been Chosen
[615] You have been selected.
Wang Shihui rarely appears in public. Currently, many affairs are handled by Wang Zhaoqiang, who is considered a de facto head of the family. Wang Zhaoqiang only has one son, so the Wang family will eventually pass on to Wang Yipeng. Therefore, no matter how incompetent Wang Yipeng is, Wang Zhaoqiang will not tell Wang Shihui. Otherwise, Wang Shihui's nephew would also become a candidate to succeed him.
Wang Yipeng sat with his legs crossed, listening to music and sipping coffee. He was captivated by Su Su's beautiful figure and melodious voice on TV. However, the thought that she was originally a star under his management, someone he could have enjoyed at his disposal, but now she was unattainable, infuriated him. Why hadn't he noticed her good qualities before? Otherwise, he would have acted long ago. It's always the case that you only appreciate something when you can't have it. But soon all these beauties would belong to him, and Wang Yipeng felt relieved.
Knock, knock, knock. Someone knocked on the door. Wang Yipeng abandoned his idea of sexually assaulting Su Su. "Come in."
A man in black appeared silently in front of Wang Yipeng: "Young Master Peng, Mr. Wang wants you to see him immediately."
Wang Yipeng put down his coffee. "Okay, I'll be right there."
Wang Zhaoqiang had already paced back and forth in the room dozens of times when Wang Yipeng barged in without knocking. Wang Zhaoqiang frowned and said, "Can't you have some manners?"
Wang Yipeng chuckled: "Dad, don't play these tricks on your son. Just tell me what's up."
"The mission failed." Wang Zhaoqiang seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when he said this, though he had been feeling really bad inside.
Wang Yipeng was very surprised: "How could we fail? We sent out our best experts, and we also had the assistance of people from the South. If we still can't succeed, then what other methods do we have?"
Wang Zhaoqiang said, "Do you think I would lie to you? This matter has already spread to the whole of Beijing. That vicious guy Zhao Qiang broke the neck of our gunman and threw him on the road. Some people recognized that one of our people was among the gunmen. Now our Wang family is in the eye of the storm, so you'd better stay put for a while. I'm afraid that people in the central government will gossip about us."
Wang Yipeng said, "How could our meticulously planned scheme fail? Did someone leak the information?"
Wang Zhaoqiang said, "Based on the analysis of the scene, it shouldn't be that someone leaked the information, but rather that we underestimated the other side's strength." Wang Zhaoqiang turned on his computer screen and then showed Wang Yipeng the processed footage. The reason he wanted to give his son a little analysis was not because he thought his son could give him any advice, but because he hoped his son could learn something from it.
"How could he possibly be that fast?" Wang Yipeng was astonished, as he thought the superhuman he sent was already fast enough.
Wang Zhaoqiang said, "The speed isn't the main issue. The key problem is that I don't understand why the attack hit other people, even though they're all fine." How could Wang Zhaoqiang know about the energy shield?
Wang Yipeng said, "If it wasn't our people going easy on us, then Zhao Qiang must be really capable."
Wang Zhaoqiang said, "That's right, that's what I think too. It's precisely because this person is too powerful that I feel it's necessary to change our strategy towards him, otherwise the situation will be unfavorable to us."
Wang Yipeng said, "Changing now? Dad, do you think it's too late? Do you think he's stupid?"
Wang Zhaoqiang said, "How will we know if we don't try? Maybe he really is stupid?"
Wang Yipeng pointed at the TV screen and asked, "How did this dark figure that suddenly blocked the bullet appear?"
Wang Zhaoqiang said, "This should be the Spider-Man that's been circulating recently. It has the ability to become invisible, and it was it that helped Zhao Qiang at a crucial moment, so Zhao Qiang will definitely pay the price this time." Wang Zhaoqiang didn't know Spider-Man's gender, so using 'it' to refer to him was appropriate.
Wang Yipeng said, "How could those two get involved together? This is not good for us."
Wang Zhaoqiang said, "We don't know who Spider-Man is, and he has the ability to become invisible, which is definitely bad news for us. That's why I need to keep a low profile and prevent the invisible man from doing something even more detrimental to us. You know that we have no way to defend against his invisibility. Nobody knows when or where he will appear."
After Wang Zhaoqiang finished speaking, he looked around as if there were people hiding in the air. Wang Yipeng also got goosebumps. He crossed his arms over his chest as if a chill was coming. "Dad, I understand. It would be best to win Spider-Man over."
Wang Zhaoqiang said, "Yes, I was just afraid you wouldn't be able to resist, so I had to remind you not to offend it."
Wang Yipeng said, "I know, you mean we should be on good terms with them from now on and stop fighting, right?"
Wang Zhaoqiang sneered: "Wrong. Do you know what it means to hide a dagger in a smile? Not fighting is just preparation for fighting."
Wang Yipeng chuckled slyly: "Dad, you're going to lull them into a false sense of security first, and then find an opportunity to kill Zhao Qiang."
Wang Zhaoqiang said, "That's pretty much the idea. A true man can bend and stretch. Alright, you can go now. Just know what to do."
Wang Zhaoqiang left after his son left his office; he needed to go back and explain the events of the day to Wang Shihui.
Sanlitun is a great place in Beijing, everyone knows that. It's a street full of bars. As the saying goes, where there's light, there's darkness. Some bars do legitimate business, but others offer prostitution services. In today's materialistic society, this is a popular trend. Even with countless crackdowns, the huge profits involved mean that prostitution can never be completely eradicated.
Wang Hua, a distant cousin of Wang Yipeng, was practically one of his confidants and used to be a powerful figure in Beijing. However, after being frightened once, Wang Hua quieted down for a while. But a lecherous man can't resist temptation, and this night he appeared at a bar in Sanlitun. He had one arm around a young, beautiful girl, supposedly a university student working as a prostitute. Wang Hua was pinching one girl's breast and touching another girl's buttocks with his other hand, saying, "The music here is too loud, let's go to a private room."
The girl said coquettishly, "Handsome, we're very delicate, you know."
Wang Hua pulled out about a dozen red bills from his pocket, then stuffed them into the low-cut bras of the two girls, chuckling, "How delicate are you two?"
One girl said, "We're delicate and need your pampering, handsome guy. Since you're so generous, let's not treat ourselves like human beings tonight. Handsome guy, you can do whatever you want."
The three entered a private room. The loud music outside subsided considerably. Wang Hua chuckled lewdly as he took off his clothes. The two girls pretended to be shy and sat on the sofa. One of them said, "Handsome, we can't play this game here. There are security cameras."
Wang Hua looked up and saw a camera hanging overhead. He picked up a chair from the ground and smashed it to pieces, startling the two girls: "Handsome, you can't do that! Security guards will come in and fine you. The security guards here are very fierce."
Some security guards did try to come in, but they were blocked by the bodyguards outside. Wang Hua was a thug in Wang Yipeng's hands, but outside he was a big shot. Moreover, because he was worried about being retaliated against, bodyguards always protected him. The bar's security guards were fierce, but when they encountered Wang Yipeng's people, they were still a pile of dog shit, letting him smash things up in the bar.
Then, Wang Hua tore open a girl's top, her bra hanging halfway on her shoulder, revealing one snow-white breast. Wang Hua had already stripped naked from the waist down. He grabbed a girl's head and pressed it down beneath him. The girl was very sensible and immediately opened her mouth to begin servicing him. Before long, Wang Hua's penis was full. He patted another girl's buttocks, and the girl bent over and assumed a doggy-style position.
“If C isn’t a virgin, she’s loose.” Wang Hua complained. Although the two girls looked pretty, they were probably wearing heavy makeup and had probably been with other men countless times. Wang Hua suddenly lost interest and had no desire at all.
Seeing this, a girl said ingratiatingly, "Handsome, do you want to get a virgin? There are a few in our school. Just don't scold them for being clueless. You know, virgins don't know anything."
Wang Hua's eyes lit up: "Really? Don't worry if you don't know, as long as she's a virgin, that's the kind of girl I want."
The girl said, "Really, we'll help you lure them out, and then you can figure out how to sleep with them, okay?"
Wang Hua pulled out a thick wad of RMB from his bag again: "This is a small token. Go and do it right away. If you really manage to lure them out, I'll give you a reward. If I've verified that they're genuine virgins, then each of you will receive a reward of 10,000 RMB."
The two girls' eyes lit up: "Really? Let's go trick her into coming here right away!" So what if they tricked their friend into selling her virginity for money? Maybe their friend would fall in love with this kind of life, the enjoyment, and they could even get money. Who wouldn't be tempted?
Wang Hua casually sat down on the sofa, leaving his "thing" shining brightly. He lit a cigarette and said, "Whether it's real or not, you'll know once you bring the person here. But I'm warning you, if you try to fool me with artificially restored virginity, you can imagine what will happen to you." With that, Wang Hua slammed his hand on the table.
The two girls turned pale with fright: "No, we wouldn't dare lie to you, she's a real virgin."
The two girls left, and Wang Hua chuckled. He never expected that college students these days were so easy to seduce. They would sell everything for a little money. It was still better to be rich and powerful. Even though he had to risk his life, it was still worth it.
The door creaked open, and Wang Hua was startled. Back so soon? His bodyguard wouldn't have let him in if it were anyone else. But looking up, he saw the person wearing a cap, but judging by their build, they were definitely not a bodyguard, and certainly not a woman. Wang Hua was furious: "Who are you?" At the same time, he cursed the bodyguard inwardly—letting someone like that in? While asking the question, he frantically pulled on his pants.
Zhao Qiang took off his hat. It was early autumn, so wearing a hat wasn't too much to ask. He put the hat on the coffee table and sat down next to Wang Hua, watching Wang Hua's white buttocks swaying in front of him.
"I heard you're looking for a virgin college student?" Zhao Qiang asked with a chuckle.
Wang Hua was most afraid of seeing Zhao Qiang. He trembled and said, "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. When she comes, I will definitely let you enjoy her first."
Zhao Qiang waved his hand and said, "I can't accept that. By the way, I have a question for you."
Wang Hua shrank back: "Ah, I don't know anything about Wang Yipeng's affairs, it's pointless for you to ask me."
Zhao Qiang said, "Oh, I'm not asking anyone else, I just want to ask if you are Wang Yipeng's right-hand man?"
Wang Hua said with a hint of smugness, "Of course! What, you want to befriend Wang Yipeng? I guarantee I can put in a good word for you."
Zhao Qiang said, "Sorry, you've misunderstood. I just wanted to confirm your status in Wang Yipeng's eyes. Since you're so important, then congratulations, you've been chosen. This day next year will be your death sacrifice."
Volume 2 [616] Assassination
assassination
Wang Hua was stunned for a moment, then cursed, "Are you out of your mind? A death sacrifice? We don't even know who will die yet," Wang Hua thought.
Without another word, Zhao Qiang flashed a cold light in his hand, and Wang Hua felt as if he had been pricked by a needle on his neck. Then his head spun, and his last vision seemed to be of his own body before he lost consciousness completely.
Zhao Qiang sheathed his sword, put his cap back on, and walked out of the private room. The two bodyguards were still lying on the ground. Zhao Qiang left without looking back. The music outside was deafening. As long as no one came to check, no one would know what had happened inside.
Leopard Head, whose real name is Lin Nan, is said to be descended from Lin Chong. This Lin Nan is a fearless fighter, and it is said that he often personally wields a machete to fight people. He is also a figure in Wang Yipeng's circle. Which entertainment company doesn't cultivate a few gangsters?
Lin Nan didn't like going to noisy bars. He preferred to get together with a few friends for drinks. When he drank too much, he liked to find someone to fight. Today he was in a good mood, so he invited a group of friends. The eight of them went to a barbecue stall, ordered over a hundred meat skewers, and each of them was drinking a basket of beer in front of them.
The barbecue stall owner was in a terrible predicament. He knew these people never paid for their barbecue and drinks, but he still had to treat them lavishly, otherwise he couldn't keep the stall open. These people were backed by high-ranking officials and had countless followers. How could ordinary people fight against someone like Leopard Head? He said, "Coming to your stall is an honor."
"Brother Nan, I heard the boss sent word that we should be more discreet these days?" one of the brothers asked, emboldened by alcohol.
Lin Nan nodded: "President Wang said, especially about this guy named Zhao Qiang, everyone should stay away from him and not provoke him for no reason."
Someone else asked, "Who is Zhao Qiang? We don't know him either."
Lin Nan showed a photo: "Everyone can see clearly. In short, if you hear his name or see him, stay away. This person is not easy to deal with. Right now, President Wang also needs to conserve his energy. It's not time to make a move yet."
One of the younger brothers picked up the photo, looked at it, and said, "This person looks familiar."
My friend asked, "Oh? Where have you seen this before? I don't know where."
The guy holding the photo pointed ahead and said, "Look, doesn't he look just like him?"
Not far from here, a man was drinking beer alone, with several skewers of meat in front of him. He wasn't looking this way, but it gave the impression that he was monitoring the group of drinkers.
Lin Nan snatched the photo, compared it with the picture in surprise, and said, "It looks very similar. Could it really be him?"
One of the brothers asked, "Brother Nan, what do we do? Should we leave now?"
Another brother said, "We keep to ourselves, why should we leave? We haven't even had our wine and meat skewers yet."
Lin Nan considered for a moment: "How about I go over and offer him a toast? This person, whom even President Wang has to be wary of, is no ordinary person. Since President Wang doesn't want us to offend him, can't we just offer him a toast?"
Lin Nan was the eldest brother of this group, and since he had this idea, his brothers didn't dare to object. So Lin Nan picked up a glass of wine and walked over to the man who was drinking alone.
"Brother, what's your name?" Lin Nan pretended not to know him, even though he was already certain of the man's identity.
Zhao Qiang said calmly, "Zhao Qiang, are you Lin Nan?"
Lin Nan stood somewhat awkwardly to the side: "Yes, so it's Brother Zhao Qiang. Hello, hello. It's fate that we meet. How about we have a drink?"
Zhao Qiang raised his glass and said, "Okay, consider this a farewell gift."
Lin Nan was taken aback: "Seeing you off? I didn't plan on going far. Brother Zhao Qiang's words are a bit puzzling to me."
Zhao Qiang said, "Because this day next year is your death anniversary, so we're seeing you off. May you have a safe journey." With that, Zhao Qiang downed his drink in one gulp, then stared at Lin Nan with a cold smile. Lin Nan was also on the list Zhao Qiang had obtained from the invisible man. Since that was the case, Zhao Qiang wouldn't hold back. If the Wang family wanted to deal with him, let them keep busy.
Lin Nan's expression changed, and he shook the glass in his hand a few times, spilling the wine inside. "Brother Zhao, I sincerely want to befriend you, don't be ungrateful." With his own face at stake, Lin Nan forgot Wang Yipeng's instructions. He hadn't been treated like this for several years, so he couldn't hold back any longer.
Zhao Qiang said, "Blame Wang Yipeng! Go to hell and settle the score with him!" With that, Zhao Qiang conjured a sharp sword from his sleeve. Lin Nan was no pushover; he wouldn't let Zhao Qiang kill him so easily. He smashed his wine cup at Zhao Qiang, then pulled a cleaver from his waist and, with a shout, slashed at Zhao Qiang, striking first.
Zhao Qiang raised his hand to block the wine glass and wine that were thrown at him. A surge of energy enveloped them, and with a flick of his wrist, the wine and glass fell to the side. At that moment, Lin Nan's machete came down. Zhao Qiang did not dodge at all. Lin Nan's machete seemed to have struck an indestructible piece of cork. After sinking slightly, it stopped ten centimeters away from Zhao Qiang's body. Lin Nan could not believe his eyes. He had clearly given it his all, but why was the machete hovering in the air, unable to move?