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Chapter 130 - 130 105 The Eve of School Starting A Storm Is Brewing Second Update!
130: Chapter 105: The Eve of School Starting, A Storm Is Brewing (Second Update!) 130: Chapter 105: The Eve of School Starting, A Storm Is Brewing (Second Update!) Three days passed in a flash, as community workers carried supplies from house to house, the commotion on Old Factory Street completely settled down.
The biggest change in Dangyang East Suburb was probably the series of closures of Midnight Imperial Palace and several places owned by Qin Lihao, and several rounds of power reshuffling on Beiguan Street.
Frightened by the warnings from the Inspection Department, those gang members didn’t go too far.
Most of them divided the spoils in teahouses, and when negotiations failed, they reverted to the old method of settling disputes in the ring.
This made fighters popular with bosses once again.
Many punks who had lost their leaders flocked to sign up, making the training classes boom, with flyers being handed out to recruit students every day.
But all of this had nothing to do with Qin Shi.
He waited patiently for the upcoming start of the school term.
“Cheng, Yuan, it’s time for the gym meal!”
Qin Shi walked out of the shed with four plates of unappetizing large chicken breasts and boiled broccoli.
As for why there were four plates, of course, it included his close friend Zhou Ning, and himself.
It seemed that the boss of Silver Horse Gym, Cao, was being invited by the Inspection Department for tea due to Qin Lihao’s sudden death and the debacle with Yu Hai City Construction.
It was hard for him to clear his name and wash his hands of the whole affair.
“Another source of income lost.”
Qin Shi felt light-hearted.
Before going to bed every day, he calculated the bonuses and sponsorships he could receive, carrying that sense of security and satisfaction into his dreams.
“Shi, your gym meal is nasty as hell, but it does seem to work.
I’ve been feeling stronger and my muscles are more defined recently.”
Xie Yucheng made a face like he was facing death, chewing the unappetizing chicken breast with difficulty.
“Little Zhou has been eating one meal a day for nearly half a month now, and his Life Force has slightly increased by a bit.”
Qin Shi smiled.
The gym meal he made seemed to have a similar effect to nutritional paste, with a notable muscle-building effect.
For “students” like Li Yuan and Xie Yucheng, whose Life Force started off low, the effect was immediate.
“When we start making money from fighting…”
Li Yuan struggled to swallow the broccoli.
“Why bring this up, Yuan?
We’re practically family.”
Qin Shi shook his head.
Beiguan Street was more chaotic than usual after losing Cheng Ze, and the people at the bottom had their own survival rules.
No matter how beautiful the world, there always needed to be sewers.
Organizations like gangs and clubs would never disappear; they would only keep evolving.
Though lacking a big boss, Li Yuan and Xie Yucheng hadn’t given up on fighting their way to success.
Recently, they had teamed up with members of the Righteous Fist Society from the old folks home, fighting in the ring for small shop owners.
Qin Shi didn’t interfere.
Everyone had their own path.
The future choices for the workers’ offspring on Old Factory Street were limited, and the opportunities for success were even scarcer.
Xie Yucheng closed his eyes, consumed the last bite, and breathed a long sigh:
“Yeah, Yuan, Shi is one of us.
Just eat and forget about it…
Man, this stuff tastes like crap.”
Li Yuan elbowed Xie Yucheng in the shoulder, nearly knocking him off his chair.
“I haven’t even finished yet, don’t gross me out!”
Xie Yucheng grinned, looking admiringly at Qin Shi, who had finished his meal swiftly:
“No wonder you’re progressing so fast, Shi.
You’re tough on yourself.”
Honestly, Xie Yucheng wasn’t sure how long he could stick to eating that food every day to develop his Life Force.
Qin Shi’s expression stayed calm.
For someone from the Old Martial Sect who could endure the pain of tendon-burning practices, eating a bit of boiled food was nothing.
He said:
“Rest for ten minutes, then we’re heading to Cheng’s place to practice.”
From his current perspective and understanding, teaching Li Yuan and Xie Yucheng was no problem.
On one hand, he genuinely hoped that Yuan and Cheng could succeed and avoid premature deaths in the ring; on the other, it met the professional certification requirement for fighters, helping him enhance his progress and unlock the next stage of Wind Fist Stream skills.
“Got it, Shi.
I’ll go get Old Zhou, that guy’s always dawdling.”
Xie Yucheng got up and jogged away.
Still struggling with his broccoli, Li Yuan looked up:
“A Shi.”
“Hmm.”
“Aren’t you starting school soon?
Spending so much time on us, won’t it affect your progress?”
“Yes, school starts in two days, at New No.1 High.
Don’t worry, Yuan, my progress…”
Qin Shi paused, the morning sun not so glaring, its rays shining on the boy’s tall figure, making him appear even more vibrant.
“My progress is beyond what my classmates can catch up to.
My competitors are probably at top-tier academies like Qiguang Heng University.”
Li Yuan was stunned, then revealed a genuine joy and a hint of barely noticeable envy:
“A Shi, good luck!
Show those folks in the Urban Circle that Old Factory Street isn’t just about punks and miners, we can make it too!”
…
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Yan City, Liaoyuan Tower.
Qin Renying stepped into the luxurious suite belonging to Qin Yixiong, gazing coldly at the large, comfortable boss chair for a long time.
After about seven or eight minutes, a young man with short hair and a sharp demeanor pushed open the door.
Initially taking big strides, he slowed down as he neared Qin Renying, as if to avoid making noise and disturbing the boss.
“Has the autopsy report come out?”
Qin Renying’s voice was hoarse.
In less than a day, this leader who had lifted Mang Village out of poverty and into organized management seemed to have aged considerably.
The young man licked his lips, nervously replying:
“The doctor said that Brother Xiong’s brainstem functions had irreversibly stopped, with his time of death at around 6:20 PM.”
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