Su Qi stared blankly for a long time, thinking that this guy had probably run away.
After washing up, the door opened, and Wang Han walked in with heavy sandbags tied to his legs and arms.
"Breakfast is ready. Go eat."
Su Qi let out an "oh," then said, "We're getting our marriage certificate today. I bought you a suit yesterday, so go change into it later."
After the meal, Wang Han changed into the suit Su Qi had bought.
Buddha is made of gold, and people are made of clothes.
Wearing the suit, Wang Han looked breathtakingly handsome, leaving Su Qi in a daze for quite a while.
Su Qi had also dressed up specially today.
Beneath her snow-white shirt, her towering, soft mounds were proudly upright. Her waist was slender, her hips rounded and perky, and her long, tender white legs beneath her long skirt were a sight to behold.
The overall look gave off a fresh and stunning vibe.
She had to admit, this woman could pull off pretty much any style.
Civil Affairs Bureau.
As the two of them walked out from inside, they both still looked a bit absent-minded.
On the way to the company, Wang Han suddenly called for a stop. "I'm stepping out here. Got some business."
"Going to deliver food?" Su Qi asked coldly.
Wang Han grinned. "There aren't many orders right now, and since I've finally put on a designer suit, I need to put on some airs and go flirt with some young ladies."
Su Qi's face turned icy in an instant. "Get the hell out of the car!"
Chapter 15: The Ten Elders Association, Ninth Young Master
Wang Han watched the car drive away and leisurely lit a cigarette.
"Stinky bitch! Quite the temper!"
Black Dragon Group.
Wang Han stood at the entrance.
He glanced at the sign of the Black Dragon Group.
The predecessor of the Black Dragon Group was the Black Dragon Society, a local gang in Jiangning City. It was in the top three forces in Jiangning and could well be considered the local overlord.
With the changes of the times, the Black Dragon Society had transformed itself into a corporation, but it was still the same crew, running businesses like reselling used cars, debt collection, and loan sharking.
Wang Han walked inside.
A long-haired tattooed man was sitting in the first-floor lobby, flirting with the receptionist, a bubbly young woman.
Seeing a stranger walk in, the long-haired man gave a look.
Two thugs, one tall and one short, walked toward Wang Han. "Friend, what kind of business brings you here?"
"Collecting a debt." Wang Han gave the two of them a brilliant smile.
The tall and thin one immediately laughed. "Collecting a debt? Perfect! Our company handles that business. Come on, let's go to the second floor, and I'll walk you through the debt collection process."
Wang Han looked around. "You might have misunderstood. I'm here to collect a debt from your boss, Bald Liu."
The atmosphere instantly froze.
The long-haired man flirting with the receptionist stood up, grabbed a three-legged golden toad ashtray from the front desk, and walked toward Wang Han.
"This friend looks very unfamiliar. I didn't catch that clearly just now. What did you say?"
"I said, I'm here to collect a debt from Bald Liu."
The long-haired man burst into a laugh. "Where did this moron come from? Do you know what place this is?"
"I know."
"You know and you're still acting like a tough guy, motherfucker? Have you got a death wish?"
The long-haired man kicked at Wang Han's waist.
Wang Han sidestepped and stomped down on the back of the long-haired man's knee.
The moment the long-haired man dropped to his knees, Wang Han followed up with a knee strike straight to his face. The long-haired man hit the floor on his back with a loud thump.
The tall and short thugs cried out "Holy shit!" at the same time, charging at Wang Han in a pincer movement.
Wang Han executed a snapping kick, slamming the tip of his shoe hard against the tall guy's shin.
The tall guy instantly clutched his leg and dropped to the ground, rolling around in agony.
Before the short guy could react, Wang Han grabbed his ear and hooked his pinky finger against the short guy's chin.
A monkey-stealing-peaches maneuver made tears well up in the short guy's eyes instantly.
"Where is Bald Liu?"
The short guy glared with murderous intent. "You mother—let me g—"
Wang Han pressed down, driving his knee into the short guy's face.
"Where is Bald Liu?"
"Let me g—"
Wang Han stepped down on the back of the short guy's knee. Just as the short guy dropped to his knees, Wang Han delivered a whip kick, sending the short guy's head crashing to the floor, knocking him out cold.
The receptionist was scared out of her wits.
Wang Han picked a piece of candy from the front desk candy bowl. "Don't be scared, little sister. Big brother is an honest man. You just need to tell me where Bald Liu is..."
"Seventh floor!"
The receptionist sold Bald Liu out before Wang Han could even finish.
Just as the long-haired man was trying to get up, Wang Han walked right over him, stepping on his back.
"Call people! Rally the troops! Rally the troops! I'm gonna kill this bastard today!" The long-haired man roared in anger, his face covered in blood.
Seventh-floor office.
Bald Liu was lounging in the chair behind his desk, with a woman squatting in front of him, her head bobbing up and down. Bald Liu took a sip of red wine.
A rapid knock at the door sounded, and Wen Long, the second-in-command of the Black Dragon Society, burst in. "Boss, someone broke in!"
Bald Liu said impatiently, "Can't you see I'm busy? This is my turf! Who the fuck dares to break in?!"
"Boss, he..."
Before he could finish, there was a loud crash.
The henchman outside the door burst through the double doors, sliding across the floor for a few meters before slamming into the desk.
Bald Liu gave a startled shudder, going limp instantly.
Then his face contorted with rage as he pulled open a drawer and drew a gun.
"Which stray dog has the guts of a bear! Daring to break into my turf!"
A streak of black light sliced through the air.
Another object appeared on the desktop.
Bald Liu looked closely and saw it was a pitch-black card.
The card had embedded itself nearly three centimeters into the solid wood tabletop.
The back of the card featured ten hazy figures.
The front bore a scarlet name:
Bald Liu.
After seeing it clearly, Bald Liu stood straight up in shock.
His pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks.
Panic-stricken, he gasped out a few words.
"The Ten Elders Association!"
There was a terrifying organization in the Jianghu known as the Ten Elders Association, formed by ten major bosses of the underworld.
And the initiator of the Ten Elders Association happened to be the old man.
Looking across the entire domestic Jianghu, there were very few factions that dared to go head-to-head with the Ten Elders Association.
Bald Liu had only dared to scheme against that shipment of goods belonging to the Ten Elders Association because the association's main base wasn't in Jiangning City, and he was the local overlord here.
Yet he still underestimated how quickly the Ten Elders Association would track him down.
Pulling out the card and seeing that tiny character "Jiu" on it, Bald Liu turned ashen with terror. "Ninth Young Master! It's actually the Ninth Young Master!"
Wang Han walked in, brushing off his clothes.
He flashed a benign smile at the utterly shocked Bald Liu.
"Not bad, you've got some discerning eyes. I've been out of the Jianghu for many years, yet people still remember my moniker."
The old man had taken several disciples, and Wang Han was ranked ninth.
He was also the only disciple who had received the old man's true teachings.
Known in the Jianghu as Ninth Young Master.
He was also one of the next generation's Ten Elders.
His ruthless reputation had long since echoed loudly throughout the Jianghu.
Yet having disappeared for nearly a decade, many had almost forgotten this title.
Bald Liu kicked away the woman squatting in front of him.
Terrified, he stared at Wang Han walking in from the door.
Wang Han pulled a cigarette from his pocket. When he fished out his lighter, Bald Liu hurriedly rushed over to light it for him.
Thick smoke billowed into Bald Liu's face.
Bald Liu stood on the spot, trembling.
Wang Han pulled over a chair and sat down, noticing the courtesan-like woman standing up while wiping her mouth. "You sure know how to play wild."
Bald Liu forced a smile. "What brings the Ninth Young Master here?"
With the cigarette dangling from his lips, Wang Han raised a hand, and Bald Liu immediately cupped the black card with both hands and offered it into Wang Han's grip.
Flipping the black card between his fingers, Wang Han said, "I heard Boss Liu swallowed a shipment of goods these past couple of days."
Bald Liu's body shook violently.
"Ninth Young Master, it's all a misunderstanding! This must be a misunderstanding!"
Wang Han took a puff of his cigarette. "There aren't that many misunderstandings. When you engaged in a dog-eat-dog robbery, you should have anticipated the consequences. But I must say, I admire your nerve. Even things belonging to the Ten Elders Association, you dared to swallow."
Bald Liu was trembling like chaff in the wind, his five fingers gripping the gun in his hand tightly.
"Ninth Young Master, I can return the goods to you right now."
Wang Han played with the black card.
"Once the black card is out, gods and ghosts are struck down.
Those are the rules, and I am a man who does things by the rulebook."
With a ferocious expression, Bald Liu abruptly raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at Wang Han's head. "Ninth Young Master! We're all men of the underworld! You dared to walk alone into my turf—did you ever think about whether you'd make it out alive?"
Wen Long, the second-in-command of the Black Dragon Society, pulled out a butterfly knife and aimed it straight at Wang Han.
The black card, a size smaller than a playing card, danced between Wang Han's fingers like a nimble little fish.
Wang Han smiled brightly, clamping the cigarette butt. "Boss Liu, I don't like having guns pointed at me."
"A dead man doesn't get to talk about what he likes!" Bald Liu's eyes bulged, and he pulled the trigger instantly.
Bang!
At that very instant, the cigarette butt in Wang Han's hand snapped forward.
It struck Bald Liu right on the wrist.
The heat made Bald Liu's wrist twitch.
The muzzle veered off.
The bullet grazed past the tips of Wang Han's hair.
Wang Han surged forward, swinging his arm in a hammer fist.
The black card in his hand drove straight into Bald Liu's glabella with a *thwack*.
Blood trickled down in a steady stream. Bald Liu's eyes bulged, his pupils dilated, and his body crashed heavily to the floor.
The sultry woman covered her head, squatted on the ground, and shrieked.
Wang Han pulled the black card out.
Miraculously, after being stained with blood, the scarlet characters of "Bald Liu" on the black card vanished completely.
Wang Han flicked the blood off the card.
Twirling the black card, he looked at Wen Long, the second-in-command of the Black Dragon Society.
"I'll give you two choices."
Chapter 16: Who's Your Brother
A crowd surged in from outside, rowdy and loud.
Upon seeing the corpse of Bald Liu lying on the ground, everyone wore varying expressions of shock.
Wen Long raised a hand to signal everyone not to act rashly just yet.
Wang Han smiled at Wen Long. "First, return the goods to me, and I can provide you with appropriate assistance to let you take over the Black Dragon Society and sit in the top chair. Second, return the goods to me, and go keep him company."
Wen Long stared at the deceased Bald Liu on the floor, then put away his knife. He smiled at Wang Han and said, "Ninth Young Master, from start to finish, this matter was orchestrated entirely by Bald Liu. We were merely following orders. I will return the goods to you, and from this day forward, I am willing to follow your lead."
Wang Han flicked the black card and kicked Bald Liu's corpse. "Clean this up properly. I have things to do, so I'm leaving."
Scarcely had Wang Han walked out the front door of the Black Dragon Group when a commercial Mercedes-Benz pulled up to the entrance.
Qin Hao stepped out aggressively, his head wrapped in bandages.
Behind him followed the scar-faced man leaning on crutches.
Hopping along behind Qin Hao, the scar-faced man said, "Young Master Qin, that Wang Han might not be someone to mess with. We should think twice before acting."
Qin Hao kicked the scar-faced man to the ground with a single blow. "Think twice my ass! I'm going to kill him today! I'm here today to see the boss of your Black Dragon Society! As long as Boss Liu kills that food delivery guy, I'll pay whatever money it takes!"
With those words, Qin Hao stormed upstairs aggressively.
The body on the seventh floor had already been cleared away.
Wen Long sat in the chair that used to belong to Bald Liu, spinning it around. Looking at the henchmen inside the office, he held Bald Liu's gun in his hand. "I am taking over the Black Dragon Group now. Who's for it, and who's against it?"
"Brother Long!"
With someone taking the lead, the rest of the men chimed in, calling him Brother Long.
Wen Long let out a hearty laugh.
A commotion came from outside as Qin Hao shoved his way through. "Where's Boss Liu?! I've got business with him!"
Wen Long lit a cigar. "Young Master Qin, what kind of business needs help?"
"I'm not looking for you, I'm looking for Boss Liu!"
Wen Long's face dropped. "Young Master Qin can just tell me whatever business you have. There is no Boss Liu here."
Qin Hao had no idea what had happened.
His face grew gradually pale.
Wen Long clamped his cigar between his fingers. "What brings Young Master Qin to our Black Dragon Society?"
Qin Hao snapped back to his senses. "I want you guys to take someone out for me! Once it's done, I'll give you thirty million... No! I'll give you fifty million!"
Hearing this, Wen Long leaned forward slightly. Having just stepped into the position, he indeed needed an event to establish his footing among the brothers.
Fifty million was a massive payday.
"What kind of person?" Wen Long asked.
Qin Hao's expression turned ferocious. "A food delivery guy!"
Wen Long propped his two feet on the desk. "A food delivery guy is worth fifty million? If Young Master Qin came here to joke around, then you've come to the wrong place today!"
"I'm not joking! This food delivery guy beat me up like this, and he even stole my woman! I have to make him die!" Qin Hao roared.
Wen Long's expression relaxed somewhat. "Fine, Young Master Qin, give me his details, and I'll have men go take care of him right now!"
"No! I want you to go do it yourself! This guy's got some decent combat skills!" Qin Hao was consumed with hatred.
Thinking of the fifty million, Wen Long didn't refuse. "Alright! Give me his photo!"
"I don't have a photo, but I know where he lives, and I'm going too—I want to watch him die with my own eyes!"
Qin Hao's eyes looked as though they were about to pop out of their sockets.
"Fine! I'll take Young Master Qin along, and make sure this job is done to your satisfaction!"
Gathering a few dozen men, they aggressively rolled out of the company.
Wang Han called the old man, telling him to send people over to collect the shipment. Then he scanned a shared yellow bike by the roadside, rode home, changed back into his delivery uniform, and got ready to deliver food.
Just as he got downstairs and put on his helmet,
more than a dozen men closed in from all directions, every single one of them wielding steel pipes and machetes.
"Our boss wants you to come with us."
Wang Han turned his head and saw the commercial Mercedes-Benz not far away.
The vehicle looked very familiar.
The car door slowly slid open, revealing Qin Hao's face, twisted into a smile.
Qin Hao hopped out of the car and spat out a wad of phlegm. "Bastard! Didn't expect me to track you down this fast, did you?"
Wang Han nodded with a cold smirk. "A bit unexpected, indeed."
Qin Hao snatched a steel pipe and pointed it at Wang Han. "On your knees for me!"
Wang Han lit a cigarette. "I'm not very good at that. Care to teach me?"
"Fuck your mother! Even now, you're still acting tough in front of me?!"
Qin Hao lunged forward, swinging at Wang Han.
The moment Wang Han sidestepped to dodge, he plucked the cigarette from his mouth, flicked it straight into Qin Hao's open mouth, and clamped a large hand over Qin Hao's mouth.
Preventing Qin Hao from spitting out the cigarette.
Pain wrung a miserable shriek from Qin Hao's throat.
Wang Han delivered a knee strike right to Qin Hao's lower abdomen. As Qin Hao doubled over in pain, Wang Han slammed an elbow into his upper back, dropping Qin Hao to his knees on the spot.
Qin Hao opened his mouth and spat out the cigarette.
Screams mingled with furious roars.
"Boss Wen! What the hell are you waiting for?! I'm paying you to help me! Not for you to stand there and watch the show!"
The car door slowly slid open.
Wen Long stepped out of the vehicle.
He swaggered as he pulled out a cigar, tilting his head to let a nearby henchman light it for him.
Surrounded by a crowd, he walked aggressively toward Wang Han.
Qin Hao scrambled to his feet, looking ferocious. "Don't kill him yet! I want to toy with him slowly! I have to torture him to death! I want to make him wish he were dead. And I'm going to have my way with that bitch Su Qi right in front of him!"
Swaying side to side, Wen Long strolled over. "Friend, you..."
Before he could finish,
Wang Han lashed out with a vicious backhand slap.
The cigar flew right out of Wen Long's mouth.
"Who the fuck is your friend?"
Wen Long flew into a rage.
Wang Han pushed up the plastic visor on the front of his helmet.
"Boss Wen, you've only been a boss for a few minutes, and you're already acting arrogant in front of me?"
Wen Long looked closely, his mind going completely blank as his bravado instantly deflated.
In his wildest dreams, he never expected this food delivery guy to be Wang Han.
Earlier today, when he first laid eyes on Wang Han, the man had been wearing a designer suit.
How could he possibly be lumped together with the deliveryman standing before him?
Wen Long felt like crying.
What kind of big shot goes around delivering food?!
"Ninth Young Master, I didn't know it was you! If I had known it was you, I wouldn't have dared to come even if you gave me ten guts!" Wen Long stammered, clutching his face.
Qin Hao's expression instantly froze.
Seeing that Wang Han's anger hadn't subsided, Wen Long spun around and delivered a kick straight to Qin Hao, sending him sprawling flat on his back. Qin Hao's head was ringing; after all, the Black Dragon Society was a local overlord in Jiangning City—how could they possibly be terrified of a mere food delivery guy?
Wen Long hauled Qin Hao up by his collar and kicked the back of his knees, forcing Qin Hao to drop to his knees right in front of Wang Han. "Ninth Young Master, it was this grandson who wanted to move against you!"
Wang Han stepped down hard on Qin Hao's wrist. With a sharp *crack*, Qin Hao's wrist was broken on the spot.
"Ahhh!"
A blood-curdling shriek tore from Qin Hao's throat.
"This is the last time, understand?" Wang Han lowered his head.
Qin Hao nodded like a pecking chick.
Wang Han fished out another cigarette and put it between his lips.
Wen Long hurriedly stepped forward, bending at the waist to light Wang Han's cigarette.
Wang Han straddled his electric bike.
"Right, Su Qi is my wife. Stay away from her from now on. This time it's just a broken hand; next time you won't be so lucky. Got that?"
Qin Hao nodded frantically. "Got it, got it!"
Watching Wang Han ride off into the distance, Qin Hao clutched his broken wrist. "Boss Wen! What is the meaning of this?!"
"He is someone you can't afford to provoke!" Wen Long cast a cold glance at Qin Hao. He had almost been screwed over completely by this fat idiot today.
Qin Hao's body and mind were suffering from severe trauma. "Our Qin Family is the richest in Jiangning City! We still can't afford to mess with a mere food delivery guy?"
Chapter 17: Wuwuwu
Wen Long sneered. "Do you really think your Qin Family is invincible under heaven? There's always someone better, mountains beyond mountains!"
Qin Hao still refused to accept it. "He's just a delivery guy! He can throw punches, sure! Why are so many of you afraid of him?"
Wen Long's temper flared up instantly. If he didn't still need to milk money out of this moron in the future, he would have beaten him up right then and there. "Young Master Qin, do you know who killed Bald Liu?"