However, things didn’t unfold as Feng Zhi had expected.
Feng Zhi led his men with great momentum to the Sixth District docks, fully prepared for a confrontation if negotiations failed. However, they encountered no obstacles along the way.
With a sufficient number of men and weapons, and having seized the initiative, Yang Huaijin’s side was definitely not prepared to counter them. So, while the situation seemed ‘crazy,’ the disparity in manpower between the two sides was too significant. If they really engaged in a confrontation, the Sixth District docks would only retreat to avoid conflict, preventing any major disturbances. Feng Zhi’s objective was to meet Yang Huaijin, and by taking a strong stance, he could control the situation and options.
Unexpectedly, there wasn’t even the expected minor confrontation. Feng Zhi’s car drove directly to the apartment building where Yang Huaijin lived.
At the entrance, Zhou Qing stood there with a dark expression.
“Master Jin is right. The Second Master of Crimson Alliance Hall isn’t just crazy; he’s a mad dog. You never know when he might strike.” Zhou Qing didn’t mince words when he saw Feng Zhi, feeling no goodwill towards any Alpha.
“As long as the objective is achieved,” Feng Zhi replied calmly, extending his hand with a smile. “Lead the way, Young Master Zhou.”
He deliberately addressed Zhou Qing as ‘Young Master Zhou,’ a title used by underworld figures to mock Zhou Qing, implying that he was as delicate and effeminate as a young nobleman from a bygone era.
Naturally, Zhou Qing was infuriated, but he couldn’t do much about Feng Zhi. After all, Master Jin had spoken: if the Madman came with his men, don’t obstruct them. Instead, bring them directly to him to avoid unnecessary harm to their own people.
Zhou Qing led Feng Zhi up to the top floor and arrived at the entrance of Yang Huaijin’s apartment, just as Lao He came out.
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Lao He glanced deeply at Feng Zhi and then stopped Zhou Qing, who was about to follow him inside.
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“This Alpha clearly has ill intentions towards Master Jin!” Zhou Qing lowered his voice. “Master Jin is… you know what I mean. What if he’s bullied by this Alpha?”
“Nonsense!”
“Alphas aren’t anything good!”
Lao He pressed the elevator button to go down and glanced deeply in the direction of Yang Huaijin’s door. Feng Zhi’s figure had already disappeared behind the door.
“It’s precisely because I know that I don’t intervene,” Lao He sighed. “This is Master Jin’s own affair. I trust he knows what he’s doing.”
Alphas have highly sensitive senses, especially when they want to gather information. As Feng Zhi entered Yang Huaijin’s apartment, he slowed his pace and listened intently to Lao He and Zhou Qing’s conversation word for word.
He glanced back at the closed door and sent a message: Investigate Lao He around Yang Huaijin.
Yang Huaijin wasn’t feeling well, and he usually went to bed early. At this moment, he had heated a cup of milk for himself. As he waited for it to boil, he started feeling drowsy. Lazily resting his chin on his hand, he sat on a bar stool.
When Feng Zhi found Yang Huaijin in the kitchen, he saw the man wearing pajamas, leaning half of his body on the bar counter. His shorts had ridden up due to his sitting posture, revealing half of his calves. The warm yellow light inside the room softened Yang Huaijin’s features, making him look gentle and approachable.
Seeing Feng Zhi walk in, Yang Huaijin pointed to the refrigerator and said, “There’s cold water in the fridge, but no alcohol.”
Feng Zhi didn’t respond, instead he stared at Yang Huaijin and approached step by step.
“Master Jin, are you not avoiding me this time?”
Yang Huaijin pressed the stop button, took the milk off the stove, and poured it into a cup. He said, “The rabies vaccine is too expensive. I can’t afford the medical expenses, so it’s better for me to get bitten alone and reduce some team losses.”
Feng Zhi unlocked his phone and tossed it onto the bar counter. “I want to talk to you.”
“Mmm…” Yang Huaijin lifted the cup and glanced at the phone on the table. Just as he took a sip of the milk, he belatedly realized that it was too hot and scalded his mouth.
“…” He hurriedly put down the cup, covering his mouth as he looked around, trying to find some cold water.
Feng Zhi moved the cup away and fetched a bottle of mineral water from the fridge for him. “Be careful.”
Yang Huaijin took a sip of water to cool down his injured tongue for a moment. Then, he tapped on the dial of his wristwatch and pointed to his head, indicating: I’m not focused due to staying up late, and it’s all because of your troublemaking!
He picked up Feng Zhi’s phone and flipped through the photos of himself, his expression cold as he sneered, “Why investigate me? Everyone knows I graduated from A University and then joined a gang. Don’t you recognize Yang Huaijin from the Qingyan Gang?”
“I still think the investigation isn’t thorough enough,” Feng Zhi said, unusually serious. “What happened to you in the last semester of your junior year?”
“You can ask Ryan Anelli about that,” Yang Huaijin sneered coldly. “I thought the small-time thugs in A City were trafficking in people, but it took me over a decade to realize it was an overseas organization. Haven’t you seen me pulling the nails out of Ryan recently in A City? As the second in command of the Crimson Alliance Hall, if you didn’t want to help, fine, but why come to the Sixth District Docks to cause trouble in the middle of the night?”
After speaking, he raised his hand to order Feng Zhi, “Hand me the milk.”
Feng Zhi stared at the lips of the person in front of him, a trace of milk foam still clinging to the corner of his mouth, and the upper lip slightly reddened from the scalding, making it even more captivating.
He handed over the milk cup. “Yang Huaijin, I’m your Alpha,” he said, raising his hand to preempt any objection. “At least, I used to be. Our pheromones merged together, and whether you want to admit it or not, it’s a fact.”
Yang Huaijin didn’t respond, he turned his face away and slowly drank up the milk in the cup.
“I really can’t remember what happened between us,” Feng Zhi continued, “If I ever betrayed you, hurt you, can you give me a chance to make amends? You’re avoiding me, but deep down, you don’t actually dislike me, do you?”
Yang Huaijin set down the milk cup and looked up at Feng Zhi.
There was still a ring of milk foam on his upper lip, but he squinted his eyes and smiled in a very seductive manner, saying, “Want to make out?”
“…”
