Chapter 327

It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning that Qi Xiaolong, with the help of one of his subordinates, managed to leave the Oriental Night Club. Near forty years old, he lacked the stamina of Wei Ming and Tan Xiaochun; staying up all night was beyond his capacity. He had drunk quite a bit that day and also taken some heroin, leaving him dizzy. His subordinates weren’t much better off—each of them was red-faced and unsteady on their feet, walking in an S-shaped pattern. Once outside the club, the night breeze helped clear Qi Xiaolong’s head a bit. After getting into the car, he told his subordinate, “I drank a lot—drive carefully. It’s okay if it’s slow, just don’t get me into trouble.” The driver was a young man in his thirties, burly with broad shoulders and a thick waist, from the Northeast, with a rough demeanor. He laughed and said, “Bro Qi, don’t worry. A little alcohol isn’t a big deal.” “Mm!” Qi Xiaolong trusted his driving skills and tolerance for alcohol, nodded, and said, “Let’s go home.”

It was deep at night, with few pedestrians on the road, only occasional cars speeding by. The driver really listened to him, staying in second gear and driving slowly. Since Qi Xiaolong’s car wasn’t fast, the two other cars following him also had to move slowly. When the cars entered Qi Xiaolong’s territory, the car in the front suddenly stopped. By the bus stop on the right side of the road stood a young woman with smooth, silky hair that flowed down her narrow shoulders, swaying gently in the wind—exuding an indescribable grace. She wore a tight black leather jacket and skirt, highlighting her attractive figure. Her fair, delicate, long legs, visible beneath the skirt, contrasted sharply with her black clothes, making her look like an elven maiden in the darkness. No one could deny she was a beautiful woman. That’s why the car stopped. The people in the car frowned in surprise and said, “Damn, where did such a pretty girl come from?” Saying this, he rolled down the window, poked his head out, and said with a playful smile, “Miss, it’s late now—there are no buses.”

The woman in the night simply glanced at him without saying a word and turned away. “Hey, she’s quite bold!” The man opened the car door and got out.

Feeling no movement from the car, drowsy as he was, Qi Xiaolong slowly opened his eyes and asked, “Why are we not moving?” The driver turned around and smiled, “Bro Qi, there’s a pretty girl over there.” Following the driver’s direction, Qi Xiaolong glanced over. His blurred, drunken eyes suddenly brightened, and he blurted out, “She is indeed pretty.” Through the car window, he looked around.

The driver noticed his thoughts and said with a smirk, “Bro Qi, it’s already past midnight. There’s no one around. Why not bring her over and enjoy her? Damn, I’ve never seen such a beautiful woman in my life.” His lecherous gaze wandered back and forth over the girl. Qi Xiaolong remained cautious. In the dead of night, a beautiful woman standing on the street instead of going home seemed suspicious, but everything around was quiet, not a single shadow in sight. It seemed unreasonable to think there was a trick, yet… After some thought, he pretended to be serious and said, “Go and bring her here.” The driver happily agreed. Qi Xiaolong’s words suited his plans perfectly. He quickly got out of the car, stepped past his companion, and strode toward the girl. Upon getting closer, the driver almost drooled—she had a oval face, fair and delicate skin without a single blemish, sexy red lips slightly parted, and large, bright almond-shaped eyes like two shining stars set on her cheeks. Even when she wore a serious expression, her eyes seemed to be smiling.

“M-Miss… may I ask your last name?” The driver seemed momentarily speechless, stammering. “What my last name is seems to be none of your business,” the girl replied, her voice soft yet slightly hoarse, pleasant to hear and giving off a coquettish vibe. The driver could only see her lips moving; he didn’t even catch what she had said. “My boss… he wants you to come with me.” “If he wants to see me, let him come himself,” the girl said, glancing at him. That glance sent chills down the driver’s spine, though it also brought a sense of pleasure.

After a while, the driver finally remembered his task. He composed himself and said loudly, “The person who wants to see you is the boss here. It’s better for you to come with me.” As he spoke, he stepped forward to grab her wrist. But the girl quickly turned around, her black hair swirling, with a few white ribbons slipping past the driver’s eyes. He let out a cry and quickly covered his eyes, tears streaming from the pain. Unfortunately, the pain in his eyes was his last sensation. As she turned, she swiftly pulled out a pocket knife about an inch wide and two inches long from her waist and stabbed it hard at the driver’s throat. Before he could even scream, she had pierced his trachea. The strike was fast and precise—clearly, the girl had received special training. Blood gushed from his neck as his body collapsed straight to the ground, his bright red blood drawing a rainbow in the air.

“Yah!” Everyone present, including Qi Xiaolong, was shocked to the core. Instinctively, they drew the weapons they carried, ready to charge forward. The girl’s attack was just the beginning—suddenly, a roar came from the end of the street. In the blink of an eye, several motorcycles sped toward them, their riders wearing masks and wielding gleaming knives. “Bad news! There’s an ambush!” One of Qi Xiaolong’s men stood in the middle of the street. Realizing they were under attack, he tried to raise his knife to strike the riders on the motorcycles, but his movements were too slow—at least compared to those on the bikes. As soon as he raised his knife, the rider gently turned the handlebars, swung the knife, and severed the man’s arm along with half of his head. It wasn’t until the motorcycle had gone ten meters away that the body collapsed to the ground, its head lying scattered like flowers—white and red—on the ground. Qi Xiaolong had been in the underworld for nearly twenty years, but this was the first time he had seen such a scene. He shut his eyes in terror, frantically climbing into the driver’s seat. Just as he was about to start the car, there was a soft knock on the window. Turning his head, he was terrified half to death—the woman in black was standing beside the car, tapping gently on the window, still holding the bloodstained pocket knife. “If you try to run, I guarantee you’ll die even faster,” she said in her soft, hoarse, lazy voice. What sounded like heavenly music to others now sounded like a call to death in Qi Xiaolong’s ears. He trembled and asked suspiciously, “Who are you?” “Blood Killers! The Blood Killers of the Wendong Gang!” Another voice came from his other side. Instinctively, he turned his head and saw a short but extremely muscular man pull open the car door and sit in the passenger seat, a faint smile appearing on his ordinary face. It’s over! Qi Xiaolong naturally knew what the Wendong Gang was, and he also knew what the Blood Killers were. He knew even better who this ordinary-looking young man sitting next to him was. Trembling, he said, “I… I’m a business partner of Mr. Xie. You… you can’t…”

“Sorry,” the young man said with a smirk, tilting his head. “Brother Dong told me to take your life.” “W-why?” Qi Xiaolong couldn’t understand. Why would Xie Wendong want to kill him? Hadn’t they agreed to deal with Xuan Zidan together? “I always just follow Brother Dong’s orders without asking questions. As for why, you might as well ask the King of Hell.” With that, the young man pulled out a dagger from his leg. “No… stop…” Qi Xiaolong regretted it now—regretted having approached Xie Wendong on his own. He still held out a glimmer of hope that his subordinates would come to save him. But when he looked around, he was utterly disappointed. There were several corpses lying scattered on the road, and those standing there were cold-hearted strangers armed with steel knives. “You can pray now.” Before he could finish speaking, the young man grabbed Qi Xiaolong’s hand, while the other hand holding the knife flashed swiftly at his neck. The motion was so fast that it seemed the dagger never even entered or left. Then, he forced Qi Xiaolong to press his hand on the wound on his neck and said, “If your will to live is strong enough, you might survive for five minutes.” After that, the young man calmly got out of the car and said to the girl, “Not bad. Such a clean and efficient first strike. Maybe Brother Dong will like you.” The girl lowered her head, her almond-shaped eyes seeming to smile as she said calmly, “I’ll try my best.” The young man waved at everyone and said, “Let’s go.”

The black motorcycle gang vanished like a whirlwind, disappearing without a trace in less than two minutes. This was the Blood Killing Squad, of which Xie Wendong was so proud—led by the young man known as the boss of Blood Killing, Jiang Sen. “No, don’t go!” Qi Xiaolong pressed his hands tightly against the wound on his neck, not daring to relax even for a moment. Yet blood continued to flow down his fingers. His face was as pale as paper, as if he were being strangled and unable to breathe. His mouth was wide open, gasping for air, his eyes wide with fear. This was the state in which Qi Xiaolong was found when discovered. By the time Wei Ming and Tan Xiaochun arrived, Qi Xiaolong had already been dead for some time. Many of Qi Xiaolong’s subordinates were stomping their feet and pounding their chests in grief. “What a cruel method!” Wei Ming forcefully pulled apart Qi Xiaolong’s fingers, revealing a shallow wound on his neck that had precisely cut off the artery leading to the heart. He turned and asked darkly, “Who did this?” Qi Xiaolong’s subordinates exchanged glances, and one of them mustered the courage to answer, “We don’t know. By the time we arrived, Brother Qi was already like this…” “Damn it!” Wei Ming slammed his fist hard against the car window, breathing heavily. Tan Xiaochun said, “The only one who could have a grudge against Old Qi and use such a cruel method is probably him.” “Who?” “I heard there were over 300 wounds on Bo Zhanhui’s body when he died.” “Ah!” Wei Ming gasped in shock. “Could it be that he already knew we were planning to harm him, so he sent someone to assassinate Old Qi?” Tan Xiaochun sneered, “It’s very likely.” “Hmm…” Wei Ming let out a long groan, then raised his head and asked Qi Xiaolong’s subordinates around him, “Do you want to avenge your boss and your fallen brothers?” “Yes!” they replied in unison. “Good! Very good!” Wei Ming nodded repeatedly, saying “good” several times, then added, “Then cut off Xuan Zidan’s head as an offering for your boss!” “Kill Xuan Zidan!” “Avenge our boss!” Qi Xiaolong’s subordinates were filled with rage, gritting their teeth as if they wanted to tear Xuan Zidan apart alive right away.

Chungyi Gang was in full chaos, while Xie Wendong was quite relaxed. Jiang Sen returned with the Blood Killers intact—no one hurt, and their identities remained hidden. Xie Wendong was very pleased. Looking at these men from Blood Killers, all with different appearances but equally exceptional skills, he felt an indescribable fondness. From start to finish, his gaze finally settled on the young woman. He was slightly stunned and looked at Jiang Sen in confusion. The latter understood what he meant and explained with a smile, “Brother Dong, Blood Killers have never lacked heroic women among them.”

Hearing this, Xie Wendong laughed. Jiang Sen’s words triggered his memories, and he sighed deeply, “Yes! Like Ying and Wenzi.”

“Unfortunately, one is already married, and the other has gone to America,” Jiang Sen said cautiously, “Brother Dong, you really do need a personal bodyguard right now.”

Xie Wendong smiled, “Lao Sen, with you here, I’m already very at ease.” Jiang Sen shook his head, “That’s different. In some situations, it’s not convenient for me to follow you. If you have a female ‘secretary’ by your side, others will be less vigilant.” “Haha!” Xie Wendong laughed heartily and turned to the woman, asking, “What’s your name?” “Feng,” the woman replied with a nod, adding softly, “Everyone calls me Xiao Feng.” “She’s a little madman,” Jiang Sen explained. “Don’t be fooled by her pretty and delicate appearance—when she gets mad, she’s even crazier than a real madman.”

Xie Wendong smiled wryly. The people Jiang Sen assigned to him had always been special—first Ying, then Wenzi, and now this “madman.” But one thing he was very satisfied with was that they got more and more beautiful. He wasn’t a lecher, but he never rejected beautiful women either. Everyone likes to admire beautiful things, and Xie Wendong was no exception. Having a beautiful woman around to look at from time to time was a pleasant experience. He raised his eyebrows and said, “It’s up to you. Anyway, I can never outmaneuver you in this regard.” Jiang Sen laughed heartily and pretended to be reluctant, saying, “Sending away such a beautiful woman… I really feel a bit…” Xie Wendong shrugged and imitated his tone, “Blood Killers have never lacked heroic women among them!” Jiang Sen sighed and said to Xiao Feng, “Being by Brother Dong’s side, you’ll definitely learn a lot.” “Learn what?” Xiao Feng frowned delicately. “For example, how to be a villain, or how to act innocent after gaining an advantage.”

Qi Xiaolong is dead, but whether he goes to heaven or hell, he won’t be satisfied. His two closest friends have already identified Xuan Zidan as the killer, while the real mastermind is watching the whole thing with delight from the sidelines. It’s a pity the dead can’t speak; otherwise, he would surely greet all of Xie Wendong’s direct descendants for eight generations. When the news of Qi Xiaolong’s death reached Xuan Zidan’s ears, his first reaction was confusion. As far as he knew, Qi Xiaolong was a smooth-talking person who rarely offended anyone, let alone tried to kill him. The only one who had an interest in this matter seemed to be himself. Qi Xiaolong, together with Wei Ming and Tan Xiaochun, had planned to compete with him for the top position, and with the former dead, it was Xuan Zidan who would benefit. But whether he had actually done it, he knew best. That’s why he was a bit puzzled and couldn’t figure out the mystery behind it.