Urban Martial Saint

Just after having his meal, the guard came over and opened the door, saying, ”Ye Qing, come out.”

Ye Qing stood up and approached, and the guard glanced at him, saying, ”Change rooms.”

Without a word, Ye Qing followed the guard to another detention room.

This detention room was slightly larger than the one Ye Qing had been in, containing five or six burly men. Seeing Ye Qing enter, they all turned their heads in unison and sized him up.

With his skills and bravery, Ye Qing nonchalantly walked in and sat down on an unoccupied bunk.

A few of the men sat opposite, eyeing Ye Qing. No one spoke, and the room was very quiet.

In the back of the room sat a skinny old man. The old man appeared to be in his sixties, with sharp and shrewd glimmers in his eyes, clearly no stranger to the ways of a thief.

In such an eerily tense detention room, anyone would become vigilant upon entering. Ye Qing, however, remained unperturbed; these men meant nothing to him. If it came down to a fight, he didn’t even consider them a threat.

The situation persisted until late into the night when the skinny old man suddenly stood up, walked over to Ye Qing, looked him up and down, and asked, ”Young man, have you had your meal?”

The question was abrupt. Ye Qing looked at him and nodded, ”I have.”

”Oh.” The old man nodded, then suddenly waved his hand and ordered, ”Attack!”

The five or six men behind him immediately charged forward, aiming to pin Ye Qing down.

Ye Qing frowned and said in a deep voice, ”What’s going on?”

No one paid him any attention, and as the first man approached, Ye Qing raised his hand to throw a punch at his face. However, the instant he threw the punch, Ye Qing realized something was wrong; his body was completely devoid of strength, making the punch weak and feeble, with no force behind it.

The man had been hit by the punch, but he reacted as if bitten by a mosquito, feeling no pain at all. Instead, he directly rushed up to Ye Qing, grabbed his neck, and pressed him down onto the bunk.

”Black Lord, this guy is no good!” The man turned his head and said, ”Just like a woman, he has no strength at all. If I had known, I would have come alone and taken care of him!”

”You don’t know shit!” The old man looked at Ye Qing, his eyes flickering sharply, and said, ”They said over there that this lad is quite capable and has great strength. He’s weak now because he ate the drug they sent. Otherwise, you guys probably wouldn’t have been able to hold him down!”

”Really? He seems flimsy to me, no different from a waste!” Another man clamored, slapping Ye Qing’s head several times, cursing, ”With him like this, how strong can he be? I’ll give him a hand, I don’t believe he can turn the tables!”

The old man took out a camera and fiddled with it, saying, ”Cut the crap, kill him. Show your face, let me get a clear shot.”

With no strength in his entire body, Ye Qing was pinned down by several men and completely powerless to struggle. He glared at the old man and asked in a low voice, ”Why?”

”Why?” The old man laughed, saying, ”Don’t you understand why? There are plenty of bosses outside who want your life. If I kill you and take this video out, it’s money no matter which boss I sell it to. Why? In this day and age, you do such things for money, of course. Haven’t you heard?

Money talks. In this society, having money means you’re the boss. Without money, no matter how good a fighter you are, what’s the use? You’ll still end up dead here!”

Ye Qing struggled and said, ”I’ve done nothing to you...”

”I know you’ve done nothing to me, but there’s no helping it, this is the business we’re in.” The old man patted Ye Qing’s face and said, ”Young man, be smarter in your next life, figure out who you can afford to offend and who you cannot. Actually, there’s no one you really can’t offend, but at least you should know better than to flaunt it. Do you really think those big bosses can’t handle you?

They have money to burn; tossing it out, they could hire hundreds of assassins to chase after you.”

Caught up in his own words, the old man simply sat at the edge of Ye Qing’s bunk and continued, ”You’re not subtle enough. You’ve offended so many big bosses and still don’t know to hide? You keep causing trouble out in the open, isn’t that just asking for death? With your attitude, how can you fight those bosses? In this society, it all boils down to who can be more despicable.

Everyone’s dirty, and if you want to fight someone, you have to be worse, blacker, and more shameless than they are. If I were you, with so much trouble, I’d have hidden away and looked for a chance to take those bosses down first, instead of flaunting around on the street waiting to die. Don’t think you’re so capable; there’s a saying, isn’t there?

Open spears are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are hard to defend against. You just made it easy for someone to drug you. Speaking of despicableness, you’re far from matching those bosses, what can you possibly use to fight them with!”

A light flickered in Ye Qing’s mind, and he finally found an answer to the problem he had been pondering for so long. To fight a villain, you have to be even more villainous. Because since ancient times, the gentleman has never outwitted the scoundrel; only a more despised scoundrel can do that!

But now that he had figured it out, was it already too late?

The old man aimed the camera at Ye Qing’s face and instructed, ”Come on, look this way, smile. Good, now slowly cover with the pillow, I need to capture the process. Yes, just like that, perfect, press down slowly, push harder, don’t let him breathe!”

Ye Qing’s mouth and nose were smothered tightly by a pillow, the inability to breathe caused an oppressive feeling in his chest. His limbs flailed wildly, but he had no strength at the moment, and his struggles did nothing. The suffocating feeling only grew stronger, and eventually, his mind was in disarray, his only thought to struggle desperately. But how could he possibly break free?

Gradually, Ye Qing’s struggles ceased, and his arms dropped limply to his sides.

Even so, the men beside him dared not relax and continued to smother him with the pillow for a long time. Only after at least ten minutes did they finally remove the pillow.

Ye Qing’s eyes were closed, and he had stopped breathing altogether.

The old man let out a long sigh of relief and took a few photos of Ye Qing in his current state before finally rising to his feet and saying, ”Young man, we take money to dispel disaster for others; there is no grudge between us. Every debt has its debtor, every grievance its perpetrator. If your spirit is watching from heaven, listen clearly. Your enemies are Boss Lin and Yang Shitao, not me.

Make sure not to seek revenge on the wrong person!”

After bowing repeatedly at the bedside, the old man stood up, walked to the door, and knocked on it.

The guard opened the door, saw the situation inside, and waved his hand, whispering, ”First, bring those two in.”

A few men ran to the neighboring detention room and carried two men, who were fast asleep, into this detention room.

”How is it?” the old man asked in a low voice.

The guard replied, ”No problem, they took sleeping pills, will sleep till dawn. By the time they wake up tomorrow, Ye has been dead for several hours; they won’t be able to explain anything!”

”That’s good,” the old man nodded, smiling, ”Then we’ll go get our money. Remember to call us if there’s anything like this in the future!”

The guard waved his hand impatiently and said, ”Go on, go on, be careful not to be seen!”

The old man and his subordinates left quietly. The guard watched their figures disappear into the night, a cold smile flickered on his lips, and he murmured softly, ”A next time? I don’t think there will be a next time for you!”

Carrying the recorded video, the old man and his people left the detention center quietly and drove to a secluded villa in the suburbs under the cover of night.

The old man got out of the car and knocked on the villa door, waving the camera at the villa’s outdoor camera. Shortly after, the villa door opened automatically, and the old man and his people entered the villa.

In the living room, Boss Lin was sitting on a sofa with a glass of red wine, enjoying the company of a buxom and pretty young woman whose hands were wandering over him. Boss Lin relaxed into the sofa, enjoying the sensation.

Seeing the old man come in, Boss Lin put down his wine glass and smiled, ”How did it go?”

”Done,” the old man replied obsequiously, handing over the camera to Boss Lin.

Boss Lin reviewed the content and nodded slowly, ”Very good, very good!”

Elated, the old man asked, ”Boss Lin, our money?”

Boss Lin gestured and said, ”Take him down to get the money.”

A man came over and said, ”Follow me!”

”Thank you, Boss Lin! Thank you, Boss Lin!” The old man nodded and bowed repeatedly, following the man with his men toward the backyard.

The backyard was pitch dark, a garden, empty and devoid of anything.

”Where are we going?” the old man asked, puzzled.

”Home,” the man replied without looking back.

”Home? What home?” The old man didn’t have time to understand before suddenly, from the concealed areas of the garden, more than twenty people rushed out and surrounded them.

”What... What does this mean?” The old man’s face drastically changed; as an experienced man of Jianghu, he knew they were in trouble now.

”Eldest Brother said that this matter must be kept absolutely secret. So, I’m sorry!” said the man. At his signal, the twenty-odd people around him swung their machetes, knocking the old man and his companions to the ground.

”Boss Lin! Boss Lin! You despicable, shameless villain!” the old man shouted loudly, forgetting that not long ago, it was he who had said the same to Ye Qing. In this society, to survive, one must be darker, more vile than the rest.

Unfortunately, many can talk the talk, but few can truly walk the walk.

As the sky began to lighten, Mu Qingrong arrived at the base of Lin Corporation’s building.

Having heard about Lin Zhen Nan’s plans to make an example out of Ye Qing from Zhao Chengshuang the day before, she immediately thought to come and clear things up with Lin Zhen Nan. Even though Zhao Chengshuang told her repeatedly that Lin Zhen Nan would certainly not be swayed by her, she still decided to try because she truly couldn’t bear to see Ye Qing go to jail.

Around eight o’clock, many employees hurried to the entrance of Lin Corporation. Standing in the alley across the street, Mu Qingrong waited a long time before finally seeing a few cars slowly driving over, the leading one being Lin Zhen Nan’s vehicle.

Mu Qingrong took a deep breath and walked over. But as she approached the car, she was shocked to find that the person who got out was not Lin Zhen Nan but a beautiful girl who looked to be around eighteen or nineteen years old.