Chapter Six: The Chopstick Hero Who Burst Through the Door

Qin Yan stood up to answer the door.

Wang Tiecheng shook his head and rose as well. “I’ll get it. You stay seated. Also, don’t sit directly facing the door.”

Wang Tiecheng approached the door, but did not check the peephole. The reason was simple—during his missions in Africa, there had been an incident where one of his teammates had looked out through the peephole, only for the enemy to press a gun right against it.

And then—

Bang!

That teammate had his brains blown out on the spot.

Wang Tiecheng opened the door. Standing outside were five young women, all with the signature faces of internet celebrities. Their outfits varied, but they all shared one thing in common: they were provocative. Even Wang Tiecheng, who had spent years on the harsh African continent, felt his interest stir.

“We’re here, Young Master Qin,” one of them greeted.

“You’re looking more handsome than ever these days, Young Master Qin,” another chimed in, none of them displaying any shyness as they greeted him.

Qin Yan looked at the five women and laughed heartily. “You’ve finally arrived. Come, drink with me.”

Someone like Young Master Qin didn’t seek mere physical pleasure—he found that boring. He preferred to have the girls drink with him first, then indulge in wild games afterward. He particularly enjoyed playing Russian Roulette. The girls would line up, and he would take them one by one. Whoever he finished with would be rewarded with ten thousand yuan.

Wealthy, willful, and generous—that was Young Master Qin.

Otherwise, why would so many internet celebrities be eager to play his games?

The girls immediately gathered around him, but as they passed Wang Tiecheng, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the last girl with a swift, practiced hold. She was ready, though, and quickly retreated, but Wang Tiecheng was even faster. He swept his leg toward her.

Smack!

His powerful kick struck her leg. Though she was skilled, she was no match for his strength and was knocked off balance, tumbling backward. Still, she managed a quick roll. However, Wang Tiecheng pounced like a tiger, pinning her down and locking her throat in a firm grip.

This sudden, fierce struggle left everyone else stunned.

Qin Yan was no fool. He immediately realized what was happening and turned to the fifth girl. “Who sent you? Are you here to avenge those two people I just ran over?”

The fifth girl ignored him, looking instead at Wang Tiecheng. “How did you spot me?”

“There are clear signs you’ve trained your body. When you saw me, your pupils contracted involuntarily. And I could sense your killing intent,” Wang Tiecheng sneered coldly. “You gave yourself away in so many ways. Did you really think you could fool me? How naive.”

“Damn you.” Qin Yan, angered by her disregard, kicked her hard in the waist. His body was weak from excessive indulgence, so though he kicked her with all his might, it was neither especially heavy nor light. He delivered a few more kicks, leaving bruises along her body.

After venting his frustration, Qin Yan looked at the girl now tied up by Wang Tiecheng. His eyes gleamed with depraved anticipation. “I’ve played with countless starlets, internet celebrities, escorts, models, but I’ve never had a female assassin before. This will be a treat.”

The fifth girl glared at him with such hatred that if looks could kill, Qin Yan would have died a thousand deaths.

“Don’t look at me like that—it only excites me more,” Qin Yan laughed, then walked over to his medicine box, took out a blue pill, and swallowed it. Sitting leisurely in front of the girl, he said, “This little blue pill kicks in half an hour. I hope you can still glare at me with so much hatred once I’m done with you.”

He jeered, “Don’t give me that look. Your dead relatives dared to send you for revenge? I’ll make sure the rest of their family pays for it too.”

—

Suddenly, a thunderous crash erupted.

Everyone’s ears felt as if they’d been violently assaulted by the sound.

The security door at the entrance was blasted more than a meter inside, hitting the floor with a heavy thud that shook the wood beneath it.

Everyone—Qin Yan, Wang Tiecheng, the fifth girl, and the four genuine internet celebrities—was frozen in shock by the turn of events.

Dust filled the air. Through the haze, they could barely make out the silhouette of a person standing upright.

Was this even human? Who could possess such strength?

As the dust settled, they saw him more clearly—a man about six feet tall, wearing a jet-black mask shaped like the face of Justice Bao, with a crescent moon between his brows.

A mask like that—was he serious? Who would wear such a ridiculous mask?

Wait a second.

Qin Yan and the women suddenly remembered something. Not too far from Yang City, in County N, there was someone known as the Chopsticks Fiend—a man who liked to wear a mask and… kill people.

Realization dawned, and Qin Yan’s face turned ashen. “Are you the Chopsticks Fiend from County N?”

“You guessed right,” Shen Ye nodded. In truth, when he’d found the security door blocking his way, he’d hesitated a moment. This was the thirtieth floor, so climbing in through the window wasn’t realistic. Left with no other option, he’d tried kicking the door in. With strength five times that of an ordinary man, it hadn’t been a problem. Unfortunately for Qin Yan, his ten-thousand-yuan high-end security door was more for show than substance. It was fine against normal thieves, but its thin steel was no match for brute force. Had it been a truly solid, well-made door, even Shen Ye’s strength wouldn’t have sufficed.

“Aren’t you always operating in County N? What are you doing in Yang City?” Qin Yan asked.

“I never said I was confined to County N. Where there is evil, I will act. Where there is villainy, I will bring justice,” Shen Ye replied coolly.

Qin Yan’s heart sank. He knew the gravity of his own crimes; there was no point pretending innocence. Glancing at Wang Tiecheng beside him—a seasoned fighter from the African battlefield—he pinned his hopes on him now.