Extraordinary Soldier King in the City
Chapter 252 Get out of here

Chapter 252: Chapter 252 Get out of here

Emperor San, an infamous figure in the Coastal New Town, had been immersed in the underworld communities far longer than most.

He differed from other crime lords.

While most focused solely on one type of business, be it nightclubs or bars, Emperor San’s mind was more versatile; he ventured into any profit-fetching endeavor, lawful or not, as long as it involved money.

Indeed, he was audacious, having dealt even with contraband items strictly prohibited by law. Yet, he was cunning, never personally taking the frontline but instead directing his subordinates from the shadows.

If his people were caught by the police, it wouldn’t be traced back to him.

As the scrutiny over contraband businesses intensified, he shifted his focus to fraud.

He realized it was equally lucrative.

Thus, he created a fraudulent organization targeting individuals like middle-aged women, providing them with mobile phones and other gadgets to carry out scams and extortions.

He stayed behind the scenes as always, awaiting his cut of the illicit earnings, never dirtying his own hands.

Time and again, despite the police’s attempts to catch him, they couldn’t find direct evidence linking him to the crimes.

This allowed the utterly wicked Emperor San to remain at large even today.

Inside the VIP room at the end of the corridor on the second floor of Huayu Nightclub,

this was Emperor San’s exclusive chamber, off-limits to others without his permission.

At that moment, on the large leather sofa sat a man with incredibly dark skin and a rather skinny stature.

He appeared to be about forty years old, with noticeable white hair and a slightly hunched back.

To anyone else, he would seem just another farmer; dropping him in a rural area, no one would recognize him.

However, observing his eyes revealed another story, not as simple as he appeared on the surface.

Though his face was ordinary, his eyes resembled those of a venomous snake or a fierce predator, filled with malevolence and icy chills—an expression not commonly found.

This dark-skinned middle-aged man was none other than Emperor San, the owner of the nightclub!

Emperor San squinted his eyes, leaning back on the comfy sofa.

Beside his legs, two beauties in black cheongsams were busily massaging them, each meticulously focusing on one leg.

Just then, there came a knock from outside the room.

"Come in!"

Emperor San called out, without even opening his eyes.

As his words fell, the door was pushed open, and a burly man in a black suit with dark sunglasses entered.

He was carrying a silver briefcase in his hand.

"Emperor San, last month’s earnings are all here, a total of five hundred fifty thousand!"

The burly man placed the briefcase on the coffee table in front of Emperor San, opened it, and respectfully pointed to the stacks of cash inside.

"Oh? Only five hundred fifty thousand? That’s rather low,"

Emperor San opened his eyes briefly to glance at the money inside the briefcase, a flicker of displeasure crossing his face.

"We had no choice. The police have been cracking down hard, and the guys couldn’t make their moves. Some got arrested while extorting, otherwise, we could have easily taken seven to eight hundred thousand!"

The burly man shook his head in a helpless gesture, explaining.

"Is that an excuse? If the police are strict, let them figure it out themselves. If they can’t go after people in buses, let them switch locations. Use their heads; there’s nothing that can’t be solved!"

Emperor San glared at the burly man and coldly said.

"San Ye has enlightened us indeed!" the burly man hastily lowered his head, daring not to retort any further.

"Go back and tell those people that I don’t harbor idlers here. If you don’t meet my standards next month, all of you can damn well go feed the fishes in the sea!"

Hei San Ye’s face was cold as he said this viciously.

After speaking, he waved his hand at the burly man and said, "Alright, you may leave now. Take my words to them and let them reflect on it thoroughly!"

"Yes, San Ye!"

The burly man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, nodded, and quickly turned to leave the private room.

"Humph, they’re all useless, can’t even handle such a small matter properly!"

Hei San Ye looked at the suitcase full of money on the table, slammed his hand down on the sofa in anger, and shouted.

The two cheongsam-clad beauties who were massaging Hei San Ye’s legs were startled and immediately stopped the massage, kneeling on the ground, heads bowed, not daring to breathe loudly.

"Why did you stop? Continue!"

Hei San Ye glanced at the two cheongsam-clad beauties and said coldly.

Encouraged, the two women dared to continue massaging Hei San Ye’s legs.

Hei San Ye leaned back on the sofa, squinting his eyes, ready to continue enjoying the Emperor-like service.

"Bang Bang Bang!"

However, just as he had laid down for no more than three seconds, the room’s door was knocked on again.

"Didn’t I damn tell you to go deliver the message? Why are you back here? Get out!"

Already in a bad mood, Hei San Ye’s temper flared up due to being disturbed repeatedly and he directly shouted.

"Bang Bang Bang!"

Yet, the knocking continued.

"I see you’re really asking for it! Knock one more damn time, and I’ll chop off your hand!"

Hei San Ye’s face instantly turned extremely grim as he shouted angrily.

This time, the knocking obediently ceased.

Seeing this, Hei San Ye snorted coldly, just about to lean back into the sofa.

"Bang!"

But just then, a loud noise suddenly erupted as the door to the private room was kicked open from the outside.

Immediately after, a figure walked into the room.

"You’ve got some nerve..."

Hei San Ye was startled by the loud noise and stared intently at the direction of the door, his face darkening as he was about to rebuke.

However, he had only gotten halfway through his sentence when he froze.

Because he realized that the figure walking into the room wasn’t the burly man from before but a strange, young man.

The young man had neatly cut short hair and a handsome face, with a faint smile still hanging on it.

He wore a black short-sleeve on his upper body and camouflage pants below.

This simple attire did not affect the strong aura he was emanating at the moment.

This young man was none other than Chen Feng.

"I presume you must be Hei San Ye? I’ve heard much about you!" Chen Feng walked further into the room while looking at Hei San Ye and said with a light smile.

"Who are you? Who let you in? Get out!"

After a brief stupefaction, Hei San Ye quickly snapped back to reality, glaring at Chen Feng as he shouted angrily.