"Sister Flower, there’s no need. I'm all sweaty, I'll get your handkerchief dirty."

 

Qin Feng looked embarrassed to be wiped down by Sister Flower's brocade white silk handkerchief. Such a familiar action would leave a very unambiguous impression on the many onlookers.

 

"Oh, give me a break. You can clean it for me later." Sister Flower shoved the handkerchief into Qin Feng's pocket. The crowd let out a collective gasp - this was getting pretty intimate.

 

"Qin Feng," Kun came forward, "you... you don't have to move those last two barrels. Take a break."

 

Sister Flower was not satisfied with that. She cleared her throat, coldly glaring at Kun and motioned him to apologize properly.

 

It was shameful for Kun to apologize to a simple waiter in front of so many employees. Naturally, he refused to do so.

 

Seeing this, Qin Feng said, "Sister Flower, it’s nothing. I volunteered to carry them. I just wanted to stretch my muscles and bones."

 

"Quiet!" Sister Flower intended to increase Qin Feng’s prestige in front of everyone, and even more so, wanted to find an opportunity to get rid of Kun. That fellow, personally backed by Zhao Jun, never took her authority seriously. Today, everyone happened to be watching, so she was going to make things clear. "Kun, do you think you are in charge of the Free Man Bar? You think you get to decide what goes on here? If that's the case, I'll go to Brother Jun and let him give you the space to do whatever you want. Okay?"

 

Kun's face changed immediately. He bowed down in panic and said, "Oh, Sister Flower, what are you talking about? Who here does not know that you were the one who single-handedly held up the Free Man Bar and took it from near-bankruptcy to prosperity? If you left, there would be chaos! Sister Flower, you cannot speak in anger. If Brother Jun found out about this, he would certainly beat me."

 

He turned to Qin Feng and quite sincerely said, "Sorry, brother, I was wrong. I should not have punished you like this."

 

"It's all right, Brother Kun. I really was late. It's against the rules of the Bar and it should be punished," Qin Feng said magnanimously.

 

Sister Flower wanted to raise Qin Feng’s prestige in front of everyone, but Qin Feng did not accept it, which puzzled her greatly. This was the perfect opportunity to undermine Kun’s authority, so why did Qin Feng not dare to resist him? Was he afraid to mess with him?

 

He wouldn’t be. With her understanding of Qin Feng, he would definitely not give a guy like Kun the time of day.

 

After the storm subsided, Qin Feng and Sister Flower went to her office.

 

"That was such a good opportunity! Why did you-“

 

"Soon, Kun will be transferred, and I will take over his place, but you will have to forgive some people. You are very stiff with Ru Ru and Pei Xiang, but you might need their help when I’m gone."

 

Qin Feng's thoughts were far away. When he returned to HQ, he would surely take on a lot of difficult tasks. Once he got redeployed, he wouldn’t be able to look after Sister Flower.

 

People like Kun, in fact, were easy to deal with. He would naturally think well of anyone who gave him face. Just now, Sister Flower taught him a lesson in front of many of his subordinates, which put Kun in a very awkward position.

 

Small characters can’t do great things, but they can ruin another person's good fortune. Kun was such a man.

 

Hearing this, Sister Flower was stunned. "You're leaving? Where are you going?" she asked in a panic.

 

Although she hadn’t been in contact with Qin Feng for long, she had already developed a sort of dependence on him. The notion of his leaving made Sister Flower feel strangely vulnerable and anxious.

 

"Eh? No, I’m not going anywhere. I mean… just in case, right? You should know this better than me. In these circles, it is very necessary to strengthen our own forces and resources. In case you cannot count on the boss, you have to leave a way out for yourself," Qin Feng said.

 

"Yes, of course I know that. I just wanted to take care of you, and I was afraid that you might be wronged, and I also wanted to raise your status."

 

In a different tone, Sister Flower said, "Hey, Did you just say you’re taking over Kun’s position? Is he leaving? What do you mean? Is that what you talked to Brother Jun about?"

 

"Partially." Qin Feng smiled, "Would you mind if I stuck around?"

 

If he had a higher position, taking care of Sister Flower would appear more reasonable. Otherwise, as a small waiter always hanging around the boss, he wouldn’t be able to avoid drawing the wrong sort of attention.

 

"Of course not. It's just that Kun has been under Brother Jun’s wing for many years. Their relationship is very close. Kun wouldn’t dare to be so bold in front of me otherwise. If I hadn’t played the quitting card just now, he wouldn’t have stopped! He knows he doesn’t have the ability to run the business himself. The place would close in three months if he were put in charge," said Sister Flower.

 

"Well, you don't have to use that card again. I have my ways to make Brother Jun more agreeable," Qin Feng grinned.

 

"Do you have some kind of evidence that implicates Brother Jun? I’m telling you, you must not provoke him. If you plan to take Kun’s place by threatening Brother Jun, I urge you to quickly stop what you’re doing. That’s only asking for trouble," Sister Flower worriedly said.

 

"Ha-ha, how come? Don’t worry, you’ll find out later."

 

Qin Feng did not want to discuss the specifics. It was related to Jia Quan, the Director of Public Security, and out of Sister Flower’s league. Moreover, he still had to call the provincial military headquarters and negotiate with the military officials. All of these things needed to be done on a top secret basis. The slightest leak would expose the delicate relationship between the military and civic authorities. That would be a massive disaster.

 

"Well, I won't pry, but you have to be careful, and don't be impulsive," Sister Flower said seriously.

 

"Well, I'll get busy, then."

 

After Qin Feng went back downstairs, he happened to come across one of the Free Man Bar’s ladies, Li Xiuju. She was from Sichuan, not very tall, but her appearance was particularly handsome. Her smooth skin was so tight it looked like she could squeeze water out of it, and her towering breasts made Qin Feng forget where he was going for a moment. Seeing her carrying a large, heavy crate filled with tissue paper boxes, Qin Feng hurried to her aid. "I’m coming, I’m coming."

 

"Thank you, Brother Feng." The tired and sweaty Li Xiuju gratefully handed the box over. "Lucky I ran into you, or I would have been crushed to death."

 

"Why are you doing this crude work? What about the waiters?" Qin Feng said, pressing the button for the elevator. He threw the box on the ground, "To the private rooms on the second floor?"

 

"Yeah, two boxes in each room."

 

Li Xiuju pinched his willowy waist and said, "Humph, the waiters are all playing cards in the private rooms. They usually do not work at all, and even when they do they steal the drinks left over from the customers."

 

"Really? Doesn’t anyone care?"

 

Qin Feng had been working on a part-time basis. He would only come to work at eight o'clock in the evening. Two days ago, his ‘trial period’ ended. He now had to come to work at 2 p.m., but he still did not know that things were like this. The men played cards and drank, while the women worked tirelessly.

These days, no one could be trusted 100%. A little carelessness could send one into an early grave.

 

"What's the matter?"

 

Zhang Hui was puzzled. "Do you have a feud with Xiao Jinhua?"

 

"No, this is actually for your benefit."

 

"In short," continued Green Dragon, "arrange for your revenge on her as soon as possible, and wait for things to proceed. Do you understand?"

 

Zhang Hui didn't understand, but he nodded thoughtfully.

 

!!!

 

Night time in Tianhe.

 

Qin Feng was on the early shift that day. He left work just after ten o'clock.

 

He changed out of his work clothes and passed the bar room on purpose. That night, the Free Man Bar was very hot and popular, and the men and women on the dance floor swayed in the dim light, driven by the heavy metal DJ. A bikini-wearing supermodel rhythmically danced to the music in front of the stage, attracting a frenzy of whistling, alcohol, smoke, and roars that filled the room, everyone who got into it was excited. To be there was to relax, to get on a high. Because the Free Man Bar belonged to the relatively clean part of the nightlife industry, most of the guests who came there were relatively literate. Among them, white-collar workers were the majority. This was also a major feature of the Free Man Bar. A lot of beautiful white-collar girls came to play in groups, and naturally would attract a lot of male guests.

 

The time was still early, and Qin Feng did not want to go back to rest. He gave Zhu Fei a phone call. Nothing of interest had happened in the hospital. Her father had woken up again for a few hours, and was now sleeping again. She hired a nurse and rented a bed. The two people took turns taking care of the sick old man.

 

"Xiao Xu, give me a bottle of Jack Daniels, no black tea."

 

Qin Feng, sitting at a small table in the corner, moved with the deafening music. He had been working at the Free Man Bar for a long time, but this was the first time he had come out to play during rush hour. He felt that every cell in his body was excited. It was a rare relaxation.

 

He was human, and he needed to vent.

 

Just then, a dancing girl came down from the stage. The girl, who had been working with the bar for a long time, came several times a week, dressed sexy, and looked beautiful, with a great figure. Girls like her were always there to attract attention. Outsiders who did not understand the inner workings of the establishment would think she was a guest. In fact, she was an employee, and naturally attracted a lot of drunk men.

 

"Handsome man, are you by yourself?" Because he had met her a few times before, she was familiar with Qin Feng, "Can I drink with you?"

 

"No dancing tonight?" Qin Feng raised up a finger to have the waiter, Xiao Xu, send another fruit plate, a wine cup, and a pack of Budweiser. "Just drinking some beer."

 

The girl sat on a high chair, her long, white thighs exposed, black lace panties peeking from under the miniskirt, attracting a few stares from the surrounding tables.

 

The bar was really noisy. Even if the two people were only separated by a dozen centimeters, it was difficult for them to hear each other.

 

After chatting for a while, Qin Feng vaguely remembered that her name was Jiang Xiaowen, a sophomore at the Tianhe City Art Institute. Every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday night, she would come to the Free Man Bar, and each time she would be paid 200 Yuan to show up, and she could drink whatever amount of wine as long as she showed up during rush hour and danced on the stage for an hour. There were more than a dozen girls like her who came every other day, six or seven of them present on any given night. Of course, those were from a single Academy of Art.

 

This was the industry's open secret.

 

Qin Feng was naturally interested in this beautiful girl in front of him, but he was not as obscene as those men who only thought of getting drunk and then going to a private room.

 

He felt able to chat, and then try his luck. If the chat was not positive, he’d just forget about it. He did not like feeling forced.

 

The real reason why Qin Feng wanted to drink and pick up girls that night was to help Sister Flower hold the fort. He knew that the boy, Ji Dongchen, would definitely not give up. He would be there to cause chaos, and there were a lot of people in the bar during rush hour. If something went wrong, it would be a huge blow to the Free Man Bar and Sister Flower.

 

Around 12:30 people would begin to slowly make their way home, and Qin Feng would leave.

 

Soon, the bottle Jack Daniels was emptied by the two. Jiang Xiaowen chatted quite a lot, and asked him a series of personal questions, as if to attempt understanding his entire situation.

 

Qin Feng also joked, fooling around, casually chatting with her.

 

Then, a man came up to him.

 

He seemed to have nimble legs, and his body was very solid. He was not tall, but he could probably lift a thousand jin.  

 

Qin Feng was gifted with an extraordinary retentive memory. He recognized him at a glance. This was the helper who stood beside Jia Dapeng when he beat up Zhu Fangguo.

 

This was Zhang Dali.

 

Whoo!

 

Qin Feng clearly knew that the guy did not come out of good will, and since he dared to come alone, he must have had a lot of self-confidence; he seemed to want to deal with the matter in a low-key manner. He’d been walking around the crowded compartments, touching the shoulders of other guests, and they were all leaning back to apologize in a friendly manner, which showed good form. He was better than Jia Dapeng or Ji Dongchen, but the more respectable the man, the stronger the killing intent!

 

Sure enough, he came straight to Qin Feng’s table with a smile on his lips. A powerful voice said, "Qin Feng."

 

His eyes were bright, and his words were straight and to the point. According to Qin Feng’s judgment, this was definitely an elite soldier who had been in the army for many years.

 

Zhang Dali had encouraged Jia Dapeng to hide when Qin Feng and Zhu Fei went to the hospital. After all, the matter was getting out of control and bystanders could get involved or hurt. Jia Dapeng was afraid of causing trouble for his father, so he took a step back for the time being. However, this vengeance had to be obtained, and Zhang Dali gave him a reassurance: "As long as you don't go out and get into trouble, I'll avenge you."

 

Zhang Dali had been waiting at the back door of the Free Man Bar since 9:30, after learning about Qin Feng's off-duty hours, but he did not expect that Qin Feng would not go out after work. Zhang Dali grew impatient and entered the bar to look for him.

He found Qin Feng in the hall, drinking with girls at ease.

 

"Where is Jia Quan’s kid?"

 

Qin Feng lit a cigarette, lightly smiled, and said, "Want to drink something first? Waiting outside dries your mouth, doesn’t it?"

 

As he spoke, he opened the Budweiser pack.

 

Zhang Dali, ignoring the beautiful girl beside him, picked up a bottle and drank it in one gulp without further discussion.

 

He picked up another bottle and leaned towards Qin Feng, "This matter has to be solved."

 

"I agree."

 

Qin Feng laughed, "It does have to be solved, but not by you. I need to see the kid."

 

Jia Dapeng brutally wounded Zhu Fei's father. This matter naturally could not be ignored. According to his sentiment and reason, Qin Feng had to seek justice for Zhu Fei’s sake.

 

Even if he had had nothing to do with Zhu Fei, just looking at the elderly sanitation worker, out of conscience, Qin Feng would have had to act on behalf of God.