Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 11

“Yes, Brother Hao!” Ah Hu responded crisply, bowing deeply.

Zhou Zhenghao then stood up, stretched lazily, and said nonchalantly, “Let’s go, Fatty Cheng. We’ll head over together. Watch how I handle this today and get you your revenge!”

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While Jiang Qiushui and Hu Feng were busy boasting without a care in the world, the door to their private room was suddenly kicked open with a loud bang.

A dozen burly men quickly flooded into the room, blocking all exits. Leading them was Ah Hu, who glanced coldly at Jiang Qiushui and Hu Feng and said, “I heard you two were causing trouble. Everyone, kneel down!”

“Who the hell are you? You want me to kneel? Yeah, I hit someone, so what? You looking to die?” Hu Feng, fueled by alcohol, was feeling particularly bold and arrogant.

“You want to die?” Ah Hu’s eyes flashed with menace, his expression fierce.

“No, you’re the one who’s going to die!” Hu Feng, a self-proclaimed taekwondo expert, thought he had the upper hand. Without warning, he lunged forward, aiming a high kick at Ah Hu’s neck.

“Pathetic!”

Ah Hu sneered, his hand shooting out like a steel claw, catching Hu Feng’s leg mid-air. With a swift motion, he delivered a powerful kick to Hu Feng’s chest.

Whoosh! Hu Feng was sent flying over three meters, crashing to the ground and vomiting everything he had eaten that night. Clutching his chest, he grimaced in pain, staring at Ah Hu in fear, not daring to utter another word.

In that instant, everyone in the room turned pale with fear.

Girls like Zhao Qianru and Wu Fangfei, who had been pampered by their parents and never exposed to such violence, were especially terrified. Wu Fangfei let out a scream, her face drained of color.

“Are you all going to kneel willingly, or do you want to end up like this loser?” Ah Hu’s cold gaze swept across the room as he spoke calmly.

“Brother Hu, I know your boss, Brother Hao. Just take me to see him, and let my friends go!” Jiang Qiushui, however, remained composed, his hands clasped behind his back, a hint of arrogance in his eyes.

“Ha! How much did you drink tonight? Talking nonsense like that! You think a little punk like you knows Brother Hao?” The thugs burst into mocking laughter, their faces full of disdain.

Seeing that Ah Hu and his men weren’t buying it, Jiang Qiushui’s expression stiffened. He grew angry and retorted, “How dare you speak to me like that? I’m Jiang Qiushui! My uncle is Jiang Jun from the Drug Administration. Even Brother Hao would give me some face!”

“Oh, so I’m supposed to give you face, huh? Your face must be pretty big then!”

A mocking voice came from the doorway, causing Jiang Qiushui to freeze.

Zhou Zhenghao, a towering figure with a dark expression, walked into the room flanked by several bodyguards. Behind him, Fatty Cheng followed with a sinister grin.

“Brother Hao, I didn’t mean any disrespect! I would never dare to offend you!” Jiang Qiushui quickly changed his tone, his face full of flattery as he noticed Fatty Cheng’s presence.

“Kid, you’ve got some nerve, causing trouble in my territory…” Zhou Zhenghao sat down on a chair brought over by Dongdong Jie, crossing his legs and smirking.

“Brother Hao, we were in the wrong today. Please, for the sake of my uncle, let us off this once!” Jiang Qiushui tried to maintain his composure, but his trembling hands betrayed his fear.

“Your uncle? Your uncle means nothing to me! Call him right now and ask if he dares to take this ‘face’ from me!” Zhou Zhenghao’s voice boomed like thunder, causing Jiang Qiushui to turn pale and shiver uncontrollably.

“Brother Hao, I admit I was wrong. We can compensate Fatty Cheng—how about 100,000 yuan?” Jiang Qiushui pleaded desperately.

“100,000? You think that’s funny? I wouldn’t care if you offered me a billion! Today, it’s all about settling the score!” Fatty Cheng sneered from his seat next to Zhou Zhenghao.

“All the men here, kneel before Fatty Cheng and slap yourselves twenty times. Otherwise, I’ll start cutting fingers!” Zhou Zhenghao lit a cigar, the flickering flame of his lighter casting an eerie glow on his face.

Ah Hu and his men tossed a dozen small knives onto the floor in front of the group.

Everyone was petrified with fear.

“As for the women… well, our Emperor’s Palace is always in need of new ‘entertainers.’ You girls aren’t bad-looking. You can start working there tonight. But first, let’s have a little ‘trial run.’ Kneel and crawl over here to service Fatty Cheng!” Zhou Zhenghao puffed on his cigar, completely unfazed.

Women like Wu Fangfei and Ding Yahan came from modest backgrounds with no powerful connections. Zhou Zhenghao had ruined countless such “respectable” women before. Even someone like Zhao Qianru, a young heiress, wasn’t enough to make him think twice. To him, humiliating her was no big deal.

“Qiushui, help me! I can’t do this!” Wu Fangfei trembled, her face pale as she looked to Jiang Qiushui for help.

But Jiang Qiushui avoided her gaze, swallowing his pride as he slowly knelt down and began slapping himself.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

The sharp sound of each slap echoed through the room, striking fear into everyone’s hearts. The atmosphere was suffocating, and the tension was unbearable.

“Haha, music to my ears! So crisp, so satisfying!” Fatty Cheng laughed arrogantly, pulling down his pants and pointing at Wu Fangfei. “Come on, Miss Wu, you’re up first!”

Wu Fangfei felt a wave of despair wash over her, tears welling up in her eyes. Is my innocence going to be destroyed here today?

“No! I don’t want to be a prostitute!” The most timid girl in the group fainted on the spot, collapsing to the floor.

“Hurry up! If you don’t come over, I’ll chop you up and feed you to the dogs!” Fatty Cheng barked viciously.

Wu Fangfei burst into tears, running to Jiang Qiushui and grabbing his arm. “Jiang, save me! I can’t let them ruin me!”

“Fangfei, just do it. Otherwise, we’ll all end up crippled. We won’t judge you…” Jiang Qiushui, already terrified by Ah Hu’s display of strength, lowered his head in shame, wishing he could disappear.

“You! Zhao Qianru, you too! Get over here and service me! You pushed me earlier, didn’t you? You really have a death wish!” Fatty Cheng pointed at Zhao Qianru, his voice dripping with malice.

“What do I do?” Zhao Qianru was trembling, her mind racing in panic.

She hadn’t expected Fatty Cheng to have someone like Zhou Zhenghao backing him. Even her father wouldn’t dare to cross such a powerful figure.

“What do you do? Fight, of course!”

Just as everyone felt utterly helpless, Jiang Tian stepped forward with a calm smile.

No matter what, Zhao Qianru was his sister-in-law. He couldn’t just stand by and watch her be humiliated. If Xueqing found out, she’d be heartbroken.

In that moment, everyone’s hearts skipped a beat, completely stunned.

“Jiang Tian, what are you doing? Didn’t you see what happened to Hu Feng? You’re just asking to get killed!” Jiang Qiushui screamed.

Right now, they were only being forced to slap themselves. If they provoked Zhou Zhenghao further, they might all end up severely beaten or worse.