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Chapter 228 - 228 229 Do You Still Want to Go Back

228: Chapter 229: Do You Still Want to Go Back?

228: Chapter 229: Do You Still Want to Go Back?

And at this moment, on the second floor, there was an entirely different scene.

The company, Fugue Architecture Co., Ltd., was owned by a wealthy thug named Song Fugui.

Most people working here were thugs, and there was even a billiard table inside.

Several people were playing billiards, cigarettes hanging from their mouths.

Sounds of “smack, smack, smack” were everywhere,

the moment Tang Zhong stepped onto the second floor, he was spotted.

“Who are you?

You look unfamiliar, not one of us.

Where did you come from!” Suddenly, someone came up and shouted at Tang Zhong.

“Where’s Boss Song?” Tang Zhong asked directly upon seeing people.

“What do you want with Boss Song?

You must be here to collect a debt.

We just got a call from upstairs, saying someone broke into our company.

Must be you, eh, kid?

Got quite the nerve!” At this point, a man, holding a billiard cue, swung it directly at Tang Zhong.

The billiard cue whistled through the air.

Tang Zhong’s eyes narrowed as he reached out to catch the falling billiard cue.

“Trying to block with your hand?

I’m going to break your hand right now!” the man said.

But the next second, they saw Tang Zhong’s hand tightly gripping the falling billiard cue.

Tang Zhong’s hand was like a vise; the seemingly swift billiard cue abruptly stopped.

“I’m asking you, where is Boss Song?

Otherwise, don’t blame me for not being polite!” Tang Zhong said coldly.

The man’s face turned unsightly; he hadn’t expected the intruder to be tough.

He tried to pull back his billiard cue, only to find that no matter how hard he tried, it seemed impossible.

Seeing this, Tang Zhong exerted a sudden force with one hand, and with a “snap,” the exceedingly sturdy billiard cue turned to dust.

“I said, where’s the man?”

The cold voice made the surroundings feel as if they’d fallen into an ice cellar.

The man who tried to strike Tang Zhong was petrified.

To break a billiard cue with one hand—what immense strength that must be.

The others who had been looking down on Tang Zhong now didn’t dare to speak; they looked at Tang Zhong as if he were the god of plague.

“Big…

Big Brother, we were wrong, we were wrong!”

The person closest to Tang Zhong immediately knelt on the ground.

The others were also frightened.

Being a thug was one thing, but if they lost their lives, what was the point?

The strength displayed by that hand breaking objects—it was lethal.

If it had been bones, they surely would have snapped!

At this moment, at the entrance to the second floor, Ren Jing had just come up, holding a DV and broadcasting live, she captured everything.

She caught the image of everyone kneeling before Tang Zhong.

Ren Jing was dumbfounded.

The live broadcast image went out, and people in front of televisions and computers were also dumbfounded.

How did these people kneel down as soon as this figure showed up?

But still, they could not see the face of the figure.

Even Ren Jing couldn’t see; she was especially eager, so she quietly moved closer.

The other people did not notice Ren Jing’s presence.

At this moment, Tang Zhong’s face was icy, “I said…

where is the person?”

“Up…

Upstairs!”

Tang Zhong didn’t make a move, preparing to go upstairs.

But when those people saw that Tang Zhong had let go and turned his back on them, they became vicious.

A large group of them, holding pool cues, struck towards Tang Zhong’s back.

There were more than a dozen of them; they didn’t believe this person could block them all.

Ren Jing’s face turned grim upon seeing this, and she shouted, “Watch out!”

But how could Tang Zhong have not noticed?

With a cold glare, he suddenly turned around and, facing the dozen pool cues coming at him, he swept out with his foot.

They saw that, as Tang Zhong’s foot swept by, all the billiard cues snapped in half.

Then he spun in place and kicked out again, this time sweeping across the faces of more than a dozen men.

Several men were sent flying and landed on the ground or on the pool tables.

And this scene was all captured by Ren Jing.

In an instant, with the broadcast going live, everyone was struck by Tang Zhong’s words, and in front of TVs and computers, the screams were all for Tang Zhong.

Unexpectedly, the person fighting for the migrant workers’ wages turned out to be such a powerful figure.

However, what was more urgent was that the audience had not yet seen Tang Zhong’s face clearly.

After Tang Zhong had downed a dozen men, he finally noticed Ren Jing behind him, “Who are you?”

Ren Jing finally saw Tang Zhong’s appearance, and she became excited, “I…

I am a reporter, do you remember me?

We’ve met before, last time you jumped off a rooftop and landed right in front of my car!”

Tang Zhong shook his head; he had truly forgotten.

Of course, Ren Jing wouldn’t forget to broadcast Tang Zhong live with her DV, letting everyone recognize this brave person.

But just as she was about to raise her DV camera,

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind Ren Jing, dodged her DV camera with ease, and grabbed Ren Jing with one hand.

“Hey, beauty, what are you doing with that DV over here?”

The newcomer was Qing Lang.

The DV found its way into his hands and was immediately smashed to the ground.

In an instant, the live broadcast was over.

The people in Jianghai City, who were in front of their TVs and computers, became anxious the moment they saw the black screen.

“What’s going on?”

“Why is the screen black, where’s the broadcast?”

“I don’t know!”

…

At this moment, Qing Lang, holding Ren Jing’s hair, had a lascivious gleam in his eyes, “Beauty, come, into my arms.

You must be a reporter, right?

I haven’t defiled a reporter yet!”

Ren Jing, her hair being pulled, couldn’t move, and at this time, she could only call for help, pleading with those nearby, “Help!”

Upon hearing this, Qing Lang burst into laughter, “Help?

Shouting for help here?

You could scream your throat raw, and no one would pay you any mind.

I get it, someone barged in, and you must be calling for him, right?

Fine, I’ll deal with him first, then have some fun with you, oh my, such smooth and tender skin.”

“Is that so?” Just then, a voice came from behind Qing Lang.

Qing Lang had been laughing, but suddenly his smile froze.

That voice was so familiar to him.

…

In a flash, an image that drove him mad flashed through his mind.

Could it be that bad!

“You sure you want to deal with me?”

Qing Lang couldn’t stand it, sweat instantly breaking out on his forehead as he turned around swiftly.

Upon seeing the person speaking, he instantly released Ren Jing and fell to his knees.

“Dragon…

Dragon Head, what…

what are you doing here!”

The ‘Dragon Head’ he was referring to was Tang Zhong, who was looking at Qing Lang serenely.

Ren Jing, after being released, rubbed her hair and, shocked by the scene before her, wondered what on earth was going on.

“I remember, when I let you and your Crippled Wolf gang go that year, didn’t I say that if you ever did anything wrong again, I would come and butcher you myself?” Tang Zhong said.

Qing Lang’s voice trembled, and he stuttered as he spoke, “Dragon…

Dragon Head, we…

we haven’t done anything bad!”

“You haven’t done anything bad?

Then what were you just doing?” Tang Zhong said.

“I…

we, Dragon Head…

you said not to kill anymore, and we really haven’t killed anyone since…

we’ve never broken Dragon Head’s word.

Dragon Head, please spare me!” Qing Lang knelt on the ground, his head touching the earth.

Ren Jing was stunned.

It was simply…

too…

incredible that such a strong man was begging for mercy to that silhouette, and even calling him Dragon Head.

Qing Wolf, all of that, what was it all about?

Then Ren Jing looked at Tang Zhong, seeing his face for the first time, this man with powerful backing, who at this moment, seemed captivating.

Upon hearing Qing Lang’s words, Tang Zhong’s eyes narrowed, and after a long while, he said, “Do you still want to go back then?”

(What’s the point of all this fighting and killing?)