"Sister Flower, I know what you mean. You're afraid that Brother Jun will use me as a pawn for his own benefit, right? Don't worry. I'll talk to him."

 

"I promise, you and I will be absolutely safe," he said with certainty.

 

"What do you have in mind?" Sister Flower was surprised, looking at him strangely. Her mind was a bit confused.

 

"You'll find out."

 

---

 

At the Youpeng Teahouse.

 

Sister Flower made a phone call to Brother Jun. He immediately agreed to Qin Feng's request to meet him.

 

In the private back room, Brother Jun yawned. He had gone to a brothel to play with girls last night and did not rest well.

 

"Sister Flower, you should wait outside. I have something to discuss with Brother Jun in private."

 

"But..." Sister Flower glared at Qin Feng. You idiot, I can help you! How come you’re kicking me out?

 

Brother Jun waved his hand, "Jinhua, wait outside. I will call you in a moment."

 

Sister Flower reluctantly turned away. Before leaving, she shot Qin Feng one last look and gestured him to be careful with what he said.

 

"I hear you're a good boy. Good in a fight?" Brother Jun, lying obliquely on his Luo Han bed, said. "Where have you worked before?"

 

"I have spent a few years in the army. I hauled bricks in a construction site. I can’t really fight, I just have a little strength," Qin Feng said.

 

"Well, do you know what you got yourself into?"

 

"Yes. What does Brother Jun want to do about it?" Qin Feng went straight to the point. He first had to discern Zhao Jun's limits in order to carry the discussion forward to his advantage.

 

"Well, I'd like to hear your opinion first."

 

Qin Feng’s words made Zhao Jun a little flustered. How could he say he would send him to Ji Dongchen and let him handle Qin Feng however he saw fit? In any case, faced with such an unusually confident waiter, Zhao Jun was agreeable to hear what he had to say.

 

Qin Feng said: "I think Brother Jun is under some outside pressure, right? Meng Zhaolin wants to break into the nightlife industry with a new club, which would be the largest in Tianhe. If he succeeds, Brother Jun's three nightclubs would lose much of their customer base. Moreover, as for last night's arson incident, I assume you’ve been informed of what happened. It had to have been Meng Zhaolin's doing. Brother Jun has been operating underground in Tianhe for many years and has deep roots, but business isn’t as good as it used to be these days. You would know this better than anyone. If you allow Meng Zhaolin to become that strong, he will drive your venues out of business one by one. In the end, I am afraid you will be forced to withdraw from the industry."

 

Every sentence poked at Zhao Jun's heart. He listened with a stern face, his mouth opening and closing a few times. Eventually, he said, "That is none of your concern. Now, as for Ji Dongchen’s matter, how do you explain yourself?"

 

“To put it bluntly,” said Qin Feng, “you are not afraid of Ji Jiangshan, but of Jia Quan. I can handle him, but you must be tough on Ji Dongchen. There must be a punishment, as a warning to others. Let those who think you are old, useless, and outdated see who the real master of Tianhe’s underworld is!"

 

Qin Feng continued, "I have the ability to take care of Jia Quan, so that he does not get involved in this. As for the rest, it’s up to you. What do you say?"

 

The core problem with both the matters of Ji Dongchen’s and Jia Dapeng’s was actually one and the same. That problem was Jia Quan, director of the Tianhe Public Security Bureau.

 

Although Qin Feng did not know this local kingpin, he planned to use his military contacts to suppress this prefecture-level city’s public security chief, which was very simple for him to do.

 

If Qin Feng’s usage of government influence for private use was illegal, he was willing to pay for it for the sake of Sister Flower’s safety.

 

Meng Zhaolin, in turn, was suspected of selling drugs. Qin Feng would report this to his commander, but the time to face him would be when he was ordered to by HQ. Taking down one of Shark Kun's third-rate suppliers would be easy.

 

"What? Are you insane?" Zhao Jun suddenly sat up and stared at him with an incredulous expression. "Don’t you know who Jia Quan is? You think you can handle him? Bullshit!"

 

"Oh, I’m not yanking your chain; I mean it." Qin Feng smiled lightly. It seemed as if he didn’t take this matter seriously at all.

 

"Well, if you can do it, I'll take care of the rest. Hell, without Jia Quan's protection, Ji Jiangshan will be easy pickings. Yesterday, he had Meng Zhaolin call me. He can go to hell! He wants to shit all over me? He should look in the mirror and see where he’s standing!"

 

Zhao Jun was surprisingly excited. Qin Feng’s confident eyes projected determination, while he let out a long sigh of relief.

 

Zhao Jun had felt suffocated as a result of this incident, but there was nothing he could do with Jia Quan involved. Even if he did not want to, he had to keep his head down.

 

"Yes, I believe Brother Jun can handle it," Qin Feng said. "To tell you the truth, if I successfully get Jia Quan to stay out of it, I hope to get a position on your team. I do not want too much, I just need a position that can replace the Free Man Bar’s Kun."

 

When he heard this, Zhao Jun said, "Are you serious? You haven’t done anything yet. You want a deal with me now? Kun has been with me for more than ten years. We have been like brothers through thick and thin. You want to step on him the moment you get your foot through the door? Don’t you think that’s pushing it a little?"

 

"Hehe, I don't mean that, I just... like Sister Flower. I want to be a little closer to her.”

 

There was a subtle warning behind his words. He wanted to let Zhao Jun, who had been trying to conquer Sister Flower’s body for years, know that he should keep dreaming. Because if Qin Feng could subdue Jia Quan, he could also subdue Zhao Jun!

 

Zhao Jun burst out laughing. "You... You son of a bitch. You have eyes for Jinhua? Hahaha! I've been looking at her for years, but even I haven’t had a chance to get close to her."

 

As he spoke, he did not forget to use his finger to draw the outline of a curvaceous female body in the air. “Oh, her curves, the small waist, the big ass… Haha, if I could just..."

 

Whoo!

 

A very fast dart embedded itself in the coffee table near Zhao Jun's hand, its sharp point only half an inch away from his thumb, and the whole table slid back an inch from the force of the impact. If it had hit Zhao Jun’s palm, it would have definitely penetrated it.

 

The color drained from his startled face, his pupils dilating severely. He dared not breathe as he stared at Qin Feng. "You... Who are you?"

 

"Someone who likes Sister Flower."

 

Qin Feng spoke slowly, with a calm demeanor, "I hope this is the last time you disrespect Sister Flower. If I hear something like this again, don't blame me if my dart hits its mark."

 

After that, he left Zhao Jun, whose forehead was covered in cold sweat, and stepped out of the room.

 

---

 

On the outskirts of the city, in an unassuming, somewhat dilapidated villa, the main hall and bedrooms were filled with gambling tables that mimicked a Macao casino. A professional dealer was overseeing the card games on each table in an orderly manner. The gamblers gathered around the tables looked nervously at the chips in front of them.