Yang Huaijin went to the Crimson Alliance Hall.
Xing Tian still had that cold and icy demeanor, standing with his hands behind his back in the study, his spine straight like a lonely but powerful javelin.
This Xing family head had a mysterious background, wealthy and influential. No one knew what kind of power stood behind him. Several years ago, he swiftly replaced the old heads of the Crimson Alliance Hall with new ones like Feng Zhi, turning the Crimson Alliance Hall from an obscure small gang into a major gang that could rival the Qingyan Gang today. Speculation about Xing Tian’s identity could only be inferred from his appearance; he was likely of military background and must have held absolute power in the army for many years, or else he wouldn’t exude such an aura.
Xing Tian turned around and nodded to Yang Huaijin, “Master Jin.”
Xing Tian’s purpose in inviting Yang Huaijin this time was only one—to not interfere with Ryan Anelli.
Yang Huaijin sneered, “Doesn’t Master Xing reach too far with those words?” His gaze suddenly became sharp, “A City is not your Crimson Alliance Hall’s domain!”
“Master Jin, the Crimson Alliance Hall and the Qingyan Gang have always kept to their own territories. I indeed didn’t consider this matter thoroughly. In the future, the Crimson Alliance Hall is willing to cede a portion of benefits to the Qingyan Gang as compensation. I also hope Master Jin can consider giving me face and make things easier.”
“Since when has Master Xing been so accommodating to foreign forces? I’ve long heard about the reputation of the Anelli family in the underworld. To let you make such concessions, it seems the rumors are true. However…” Yang Huaijin stared at Xing Tian and said slowly, “I don’t agree.”
“…”
“Xing Tian, the Crimson ALliance Hall and the Qingyan Gang have never interfered with each other. Whatever I, Yang Huaijin, want to do, I don’t need anyone to meddle.”
“Master Jin, I really can’t compromise on this matter. If you insist on not stepping back, then I’ll have to keep you in the Crimson Alliance Hall for a few days.” Xing Tian was not a patient person. His principle was very simple and straightforward—if there was an obstacle in front of him, he would remove it.
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“…” Xing Tian frowned. People on the streets often said that Yang Huaijin was good at handling things and was extremely skilled in knowing when to advance and retreat. However, he didn’t expect the other party to be so stubborn in this matter.
Just then, the door was pushed open with a bang.
“Should I give each of you a dagger so you can settle your differences?” Feng Zhi strode in.
He had just stood by the door with a splitting headache, listening to the commotion inside the study. As a result, when he saw the two men in the study on the verge of a fight, he barged in.
Feng Zhi’s complexion was not good at the moment. He abandoned his usual playful attitude and pulled Yang Huaijin back a few steps, positioning himself between the two men. “One is the head of the Crimson Alliance Hall, and the other is the head of the Zhuque Hall of the Qingyan Gang. Just for that psychopath from the Anelli family, what? Do you want to stir up trouble in A City?”
“A-zhi.” Xing Tian called out to Feng Zhi, giving him a look that indicated it was his turn to deal with this tough nut, Yang Huaijin.
“Xing-ge, please spare me! Whatever Master Jin says is right, I unconditionally support him!”
“…” Xing Tian suddenly felt that he didn’t quite understand what Feng Zhi meant.
Turning around, Feng Zhi checked Yang Huaijin up and down. “Are you alright?”
Yang Huaijin initially didn’t want to pay attention to Feng Zhi. He was still angry, and as far as he was concerned, these two from the Crimson Alliance Hall were birds of a feather. However, something seemed off about Feng Zhi today. Yang Huaijin noticed Feng Zhi’s grim expression and then glanced at the back of his neck—although it was covered by his collar, a small piece of medical gauze was still visible.
“What happened to you?” Yang Huaijin asked.
Feng Zhi hesitated for a moment, instinctively moving his hand to cover it. “Nothing, it’s just a minor surgery.”
Xing Tian also noticed the bandage behind Feng Zhi’s neck, to be precise, at the back of his head. That was a location near the occipital bone, where Feng Zhi…
Frowning, Xing Tian asked coldly, “What kind of surgery did you have? A-zhi, have you lost your mind?”
Feng Zhi shot him a glance, but with Yang Huaijin present, Xing Tian immediately restrained himself and didn’t pursue the matter further.
“Xing-ge, I just had surgery. Can you let me have some peace today?” After speaking, Feng Zhi turned to Yang Huaijin and suggested, “It’s already late today. Master Jin, why don’t you rest at my place tonight? I’ll send you back tomorrow.”
Yang Huaijin glanced at Xing Tian, silently questioning the relationship between these two. However, he didn’t oppose Feng Zhi’s proposal; he was really exhausted from the day’s events.
As Feng Zhi escorted Yang Huaijin out, he soon returned.
Xing Tian waited in place, facing the direction of the gate as if he had anticipated it. As soon as Feng Zhi entered, he frowned. “A-zhi, did you remove the chip?”
“Ge, please don’t interfere in Yang Huaijin’s affairs anymore…”
Both spoke simultaneously but fell silent afterward. Feng Zhi felt somewhat guilty; he had been preoccupied with preventing Xing Tian from causing trouble for Yang Huaijin, while Xing Tian was most concerned about Feng Zhi’s health.
Xing Tian was not one to express emotions frequently; once he spoke, he rarely did so again. He found Feng Zhi’s behavior today very strange, especially his attitude towards Yang Huaijin. He had some suspicions in his mind, but he also felt it couldn’t be true.
“Yes, I removed the chip,” Feng Zhi nodded. “Damn it, I haven’t had such a headache in years. I forgot how terrible it feels without the chip.”
“Pointless impulse.”
“Not impulse,” Feng Zhi frowned in pain but chuckled. “I need to know what happened in the past, even if there’s only a glimmer of hope.”
“Yang Huaijin,” Xing Tian said coldly, no need for further explanation. Feng Zhi’s attitude had already confirmed Xing Tian’s answer.
“Yes, Yang Huaijin, just as you thought. So don’t touch him. If there’s any issue, I’ll go and explain to him.”
“He’s the ‘Master Jin’ of the Qingyan Gang,” Xing Tian reminded — Yang Huaijin is not to be trusted.
Feng Zhi shrugged indifferently, looking Xing Tian straight in the eye. “Who is A-jiu?”
“…”
