Chapter 137: Chapter 80: The County’s Wind and Cloud Stirs Waves

After the man’s subordinates left the room and went downstairs, Zhao Rui released his collar.

He asked in a low voice, “What’s your name?”

The man had a round, flat face. Though not tall, his frame was stout and fleshy. He had very short, choppy hair and a thick gold chain around his neck. One look was all it took to see he was the kind of thug who was used to bossing people around.

“Ge Dazhuang! On the streets, they all call me Master Zhuang. No, no, you’re the master. Just call me Little Zhuang.”

Ge Dazhuang said with a fawning smile, not looking like a gang leader at all.

“Do you have a grudge against us?”

Zhao Rui asked with a frown.

Hearing this question, Ge Dazhuang looked at Zhao Rui with a conflicted expression.

“If you have something to say, spit it out!”

Zhao Rui said coldly.

“Well, uh, Master… shouldn’t you know better than me who you’ve offended? I’m just a guy who takes money to get things done.”

Ge Dazhuang said, exasperated.

“I told you to talk, so talk!”

Seeing him trying to be slick, Zhao Rui kicked one of his acupoints that induced numbness and itching.

Ge Dazhuang immediately started rolling and rubbing himself on the ground, frantically scratching his ears and cheeks.

In no time, his face and body were covered in scarlet scratch marks.

“Master, I’ll talk, I’ll talk.”

Zhao Rui pointed a finger through the air, releasing the pressure on his acupoint. Ge Dazhuang exhaled a foul breath, his face twitching as he spoke:

“It’s Master Hou the Fifth from the county. Didn’t you beat up his grandson? I was just paid to do a job. Please be magnanimous and let me go.”

“This Fifth Master, where is he now? What did he tell you to do?”

“Well…”

Zhao Rui gave him no chance to hesitate. He reached out and tapped him, and a jet of profound, icy energy shot into his body.

Ge Dazhuang felt a piercing cold, like steel needles, tearing through his Meridians. The pain made him grimace and howl miserably.

“Master, Master, I’ll talk.”

’Ge Dazhuang was completely cowed. This kid didn’t look old, but he was truly ruthless. He’d resort to vicious means at the slightest displeasure.’

’Of course, it’s not you who’s in pain!’

“Fifth Master is at the Gathering Talent Pavilion. Your father went there to apologize, but Fifth Master isn’t planning to let it go that easily. He told me to bring some men to give you a beating—no, no, how would I dare beat you!…”

“Is this Fifth Master a Martial Dao expert? Are there any formidable people with him?”

“That, I don’t know about that. But he definitely can’t beat you.”

Ge Dazhuang said with an awkward laugh.

“Is that so? If I couldn’t beat him, would you have to come and stomp on me a couple of times?”

Zhao Rui sneered.

Ge Dazhuang forced an awkward smile and quickly waved his hands. “Absolutely not! I would never!”

But before the word “never” could even leave his mouth, Zhao Rui had already grabbed his chin and stuffed something into his mouth.

It was the exact same Technique he had used on the train.

’It works so well, after all!’

Ge Dazhuang’s eyes bulged. He trembled, a constipated look on his face, and stammered, “Master, Master, what did you make me eat?”

“I was afraid that if I couldn’t win, you’d come stomp on me a couple of times.”

“…”

In his mind, Ge Dazhuang had already cursed eighteen generations of Zhao Rui’s ancestors.

But on his face, he could only manage a sheepish smile, fighting the urge to vomit while repeatedly insisting he’d never had such a thought.

Zhao Rui didn’t care whether he had the thought or not.

’As long as he’s obedient for now.’

“Third Aunt, I’m heading out for a bit. Take care of yourself!”

After speaking, Zhao Rui kicked Ge Dazhuang and dragged him out the door.

…

In a bustling district of Yishui County Town, there was a place called Juxian Pavilion Restaurant. It wasn’t large, but its entrance was never short of customers.

This wasn’t because the food was particularly delicious or the service especially attentive, but because this was Master Hou the Fifth’s territory.

For people in the underworld, eating here was a mark of prestige.

At this moment, in a massive private room in the Gathering Talent Pavilion, Master Hou the Fifth sat upright in a solid wood Grandmaster’s Chair, sucking on a cherry.

Beside him, a beautiful young woman with sparkling eyes and pearly teeth was diligently massaging his thighs.

The warmth of the girl’s palms slid slowly over Fifth Master’s body, nourishing his aging soul.

Fifth Master was a man who loved nature.

In the summer, Fifth Master was always surrounded by young girls holding large cattail-leaf fans, standing by his side to fan him and relieve the heat.

Although air conditioning was now commonplace, Fifth Master disliked its artificial chill.

He loved the natural breeze from the large fans, which carried a young woman’s fragrance and was exceptionally refreshing.

Fifth Master was a man of refined tastes!

Ptoo!

Fifth Master spat the cherry pit into a nearby tray, then reached out and gave the softest part of the girl’s body a squeeze.

The girl’s pretty face flushed, and she lowered her head shyly.

“Fifth Master truly knows how to live!”

There were five other men in the private room, seated on either side of Fifth Master. One of them, a refined-looking middle-aged man with glasses, spoke with a hearty laugh.

“When you get old, what else is there to do but enjoy yourself!”

Fifth Master’s round old face was shiny and smooth, showing no signs of his age.

“That’s right. When it’s time to enjoy life, you have to enjoy life. Fifth Master is right.”

On his left, a man with a scarred face picked at his gums with a toothpick and added nonchalantly.

As his words faded, a knock came from the door.

“Come in!”

“Fifth Master, Zhao Jinze is here!”

A subordinate strode in and announced.

“Oh? Did he come alone?”

“No, he came with Peng Laohu from the Martial Arts Association and Boss Zhang from Hengsheng Real Estate.”

“Peng Laohu? Limp Zhang? It seems Zhao Jinze has put in quite a bit of effort.”

Fifth Master said coldly, “Let them in.”

Hearing this, the subordinate quickly turned and left the private room.

A moment later, the door to the private room opened again. The same subordinate led three middle-aged men inside.

The man in the lead was none other than Zhao Rui’s third uncle, Zhao Jinze.

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