Chapter 47: Unexpectedly Strong

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At that moment, Nangong Zhu, the squad leader of the Special Operations Group, was studying the twenty-seventh floor through a high-powered military telescope, along with Tong Chuchu and the others.

“Yang Dragon and Yin Phoenix—those two queer freaks. Working together, they can wield the Kunlun Sword Formation. Even I would have to put in quite a bit of effort to defeat them. I originally thought Chopstick Hero was only slightly stronger than the Thunder and Lightning Dharma King, Yang Feikuang. I thought he would be defeated after running into these two. But I never imagined Chopstick Hero would be this powerful. He killed them both in an instant.”

Nangong Zhu furrowed her brows.

She recalled all the police reports.

According to the analysis, when Chopstick Hero fought Li Jinguo, a typical One-Bag fighter, his strength had not been overwhelmingly greater.

When he faced Beggar Lu, a typical Three-Bag fighter, he had been only slightly stronger.

And when he fought the Thunder and Lightning Dharma King, Yang Feikuang, a typical weak Four-Bag fighter, he had still been only slightly superior.

Yet now, when Chopstick Hero faced the combined forces of Yang Dragon and Yin Phoenix, two powerful Four-Bag fighters, he had dispatched them with ease.

There were only two possibilities.

First, Chopstick Hero had always been concealing his true strength, revealing only a little more power than his opponent each time he fought.

Second, his strength was increasing at an impossibly rapid rate—so rapidly that it seemed almost unnatural.

But that could not be true. Nangong Zhu herself was a genius specially cultivated by the Special Operations Group, and she knew the rate at which the geniuses of other sects improved. No one could possibly advance as quickly as Chopstick Hero.

In the end, Nangong Zhu chose to believe the first possibility.

A cold smile lifted the corners of her lips.

“Chopstick Hero, you’re quite good at hiding your abilities. But this time, we’ve deployed four squad leaders. Every one of them is a Five-Bag fighter. On top of that, we have the Four Symbols Formation of the Special Operations Group. I refuse to believe we can’t bring you down.”

Tong Chuchu was also staring at Chopstick Hero after he had struck down the two queer fighters.

“Chopstick Hero is stronger than we estimated? We should capture him now and recruit him into the Special Operations Group. Then we can pull off his mask and see whether he really is the handsome man we imagine him to be.”

Tong Chuchu was skilled with the Emei daggers and had a fondness for mooning over handsome men.

In truth, even if the Special Operations Group captured Chopstick Hero now, they could not execute him.

His current strength already made him worth winning over.

Just then, the curtains on the thirty-third floor were drawn open.

Tong Chuchu raised her high-powered military telescope. Her mouth fell open so wide that it seemed capable of swallowing an egg.

“Qin Zhengtian actually managed to invite that man!”

“Good heavens…” Tong Chuchu swallowed with difficulty.

“With him here, Chopstick Demon is doomed to die!”

“He has absolutely no chance of surviving!”

…

Meanwhile, inside Wande Tower.

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Shen Ye continued charging toward the thirty-third floor.

He moved like a tiger and leaped like a dragon.

Boom!

From the bottom of the stairwell, he sprang upward and landed on the thirty-third floor.

Apart from the corridor, the entire floor held only a single red wooden door.

Shen Ye glanced at it, then kicked it directly.

The red wooden door was extremely heavy, and an ordinary person would never have been able to move it.

But now, it was sent flying.

With a crash, it slammed onto the floor.

Ordinary offices were usually paved with tiles; wooden flooring was rare.

But the thirty-third floor of Wande Group had been reserved for Qin Tiantian’s personal use, and the entire floor was covered in wood. With a sharp crack, the red floor shattered into countless pieces.

The floor was spacious and empty.

Two men were seated some distance away.

One had a broad, square face. Though he gave off not the slightest trace of a martial artist’s aura, he possessed an innate air of authority. He was Qin Zhengtian, the target of this operation.

The other wore a red shirt and carried a faint scent of blood. His appearance was utterly ordinary, yet his bearing suggested that he was anything but. He was lighting a cigarette with his right hand while counting money with his left, flicking through red Mao banknotes one after another.

“The feeling of counting money really is wonderful.”

Then he looked at Qin Zhengtian.

“Old Qin, the three-bit fighters you hired earlier—those useless men willing to risk their lives for thirty million each—have all lost. Chopstick Demon has already fought his way up to the thirty-third floor. So? Are you ready to accept my price now?”

Qin Zhengtian clenched his teeth.

“Fine. Kill Chopstick Demon here, and I’ll give you two hundred million. Get to work.”

The man in the red shirt, around thirty years old, smiled and took a deep drag on his cigarette. Yet he remained completely still.

Qin Zhengtian asked, “Why haven’t you made your move?”

“Boss Qin, have you forgotten the saying: circumstances change?”

The man in the red shirt shook his head.

“Two hundred million was my price when the situation wasn’t urgent. Now I want three hundred million.”

He was truly demanding an exorbitant price.

Under normal circumstances, the red-shirted man’s fee for risking his life once—especially when dealing with an outsider—would have been no more than seventy or eighty million.

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If the client were someone from the same line of work, the price would be cut even further.

It was much the same in the entertainment industry. The moment people caught someone from outside the circle, they would deceive them mercilessly and demand an outrageous price.

Qin Zhengtian might have been worth several billion, but personal wealth was one thing; the payment to this man had to be made in cash. Two hundred million had already drained Wande Group’s entire cash flow. Three hundred million would mean selling off assets.

His anger erupted.

“You’re taking advantage of my misfortune.”

“Boss Qin is right. That is exactly what I’m doing.”

The man in the red shirt nodded.

“After all, Boss Qin, no one values your life more than you do. Given how desperate the situation is, buying your life back really isn’t expensive. So? Do you agree?”

Qin Zhengtian was, after all, a ruthless tycoon who had fought his way to the top of the business world. After only a moment’s hesitation, he said, “Fine. Kill Chopstick Demon.”

“Done. Everything is easier when there’s money involved.”

The thirty-year-old man in the red shirt smiled and rose to his feet. Only then was his height apparent—around six feet three. Though he wore a shirt, the solid, powerful muscles beneath it were unmistakable.

He looked toward Shen Ye.

“So you’re Chopstick Demon, the man who has stirred up the greatest turmoil in the martial world of the two Guangxi provinces recently. I’ve heard a great deal about you. You escaped that ridiculous mechanism from Lu Ban’s Gate and even defeated Yang Dragon and Yin Phoenix, that pair of queer fighters. Your strength is impressive.

“And I should thank you. If you hadn’t been strong enough, those useless men downstairs who were willing to risk their lives for thirty million would have killed you. Then I wouldn’t have been able to earn this three hundred million.”

“Three hundred million…”

Even Shen Ye felt dazzled by the figure.

His restaurant business was already quite profitable.

But compared with three hundred million, his earnings were separated by an astronomical gulf.

Still, he would never, ever do something so unconscionable as rescuing wealthy scum for money.

At the same time, he activated his Eye of Justice and examined the man in red. A line of words appeared above the man’s head:

“Du Sha, professional assassin. For money, he will do anything and kill anyone. He even murdered his own younger brother for money. Nicknamed the One Who Recognizes No Kin. Sin value: eighty-two.”

When Shen Ye saw the man’s sin value, he was struck speechless.

This man’s sin value was comparable to that of Old Beggar Lu. Yet Old Beggar Lu was ninety-eight years old and had spent more than eighty years committing evil deeds. This man, by contrast, was at most thirty, meaning he had committed crimes for no more than a decade or so.

Impressive.

Du Sha, the One Who Recognizes No Kin.

A professional assassin.

Sin value: eighty-two.

For money, he could kill anyone—including his own younger brother.

Shen Ye could only admire him.

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