Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1093: You little rascals, you must be wishing for my death!

Chapter 1093: Chapter 1093: You little rascals, you must be wishing for my death!

Qin Ruan couldn’t restrain herself and cursed upon hearing those words. She quickly stepped in front of Chou Le, looking down on him from a superior position, her expression as cold as water, "Le Ge, Weng En has been in West City since he was a child. He didn’t climb to his current status by luck alone. He poses a significant threat to me, are you sure you want to shelter him?"

From the previous conversation, she was certain that Le Ge knew Weng En’s situation clearly, including the forces behind him.

Chou Le met her stern eyes, his aura sharp and resolute. He said coldly, "For this matter, go find Sixth Master. I’m afraid I can’t help you."

"Yo! What’s all this commotion today?"

A shout came from the entrance of the underground boxing ring.

Su Wang, Li Zilan, and Shen Ran sauntered in, with the shout coming from the casual air of Su Wang.

The trio’s eyes glistened as they looked at Qin Ruan, their gazes filled with the warmth reserved for a long-lost relative, seemingly desperate to rush over and embrace her.

Seeing them appear, Chou Le’s face was full of disdain as he waved Qin Ruan off, "Beat it, beat it. Seeing you guys gives me a headache."

As he waved his hand, he made a strange gesture to Qin Ruan, pressing his thumb against the first joint of his middle finger, his fingers forming a ninety-degree bend.

Seeing this gesture, Qin Ruan’s pupils narrowed sharply.

That was the secret signal she and Le Ge had created in the past when making such a gesture meant there was danger for her in the ring, signaling that her opponent was a tough bone to crack.

In fact, every time Le Ge made such a gesture, she never once came off the platform unscathed.

Qin Ruan instinctively looked at the six people standing below the platform and the two boxers leaning over the edge of the ring, gripping the ropes.

After a careful look, she noticed that one of the boxers was surrounded by a faint Evil Qi, barely perceptible, and easily overlooked if inattentive.

Qin Ruan finally understood why Le Ge had spoken so cryptically: the enemy had already infiltrated their ranks.

Her eyes sharpened coldly as she focused on the boxer who responded to her with a friendly smile, appearing completely harmless.

At that moment, Li Zilan rushed behind Chou Le and leaped onto his sturdy back with ease.

She hooked her arms around his neck, complaining boisterously, "Old man Le! You’re spouting lies again! You clearly can’t wait for us to keep you company, you lonely old man, yet you always say the opposite of what you mean!"

Chou Le didn’t drag her off by her legs to let her play around as he usually did but instead forcefully pried her hands free and adeptly flipped Li Zilan onto the ground.

Even while doing so, his large hand protected Li Zilan’s head to prevent her from knocking it.

Su Wang and Shen Ran were taken aback by this scene.

Le Ge was in quite a bad mood today; the two glanced at Qin Ruan subconsciously, wondering if this little ancestor had irked him.

Qin Ruan, under their watchful eyes, casually tossed the file she was holding into Huo Zhi’s arms, then swiftly ran to the front of the platform, and a golden whip appeared in her hand from thin air.

The Golden Whip, conscious of itself, lashed out at the boxer surrounded by a faint wisp of Evil Qi. The whip, spreading Nether Power, bound him tightly.

Qin Ruan raised her arm, and in an instant, pulled her opponent off the platform.

Li Zilan, just getting up from the ground, witnessed the scene with eyes wide open and mouth agape, exclaiming, "Holy shit!"

Chou Le gritted his teeth and growled angrily, "Qin Xiaowu!"

Su Wang, Shen Ran, and the others around were also caught off guard by this sudden turn of events.

Qin Ruan pulled the young man down, and as he struggled, she approached him with sharp steps, stepping on his face and coldly interrogating, "What is your relation to Weng En?"

Both were enveloped in Evil Qi sourced from the same lineage, cultivated through the practice of the Dark Evil Energy.

The young man on the ground, bound by the Golden Whip, lifted his legs to try to trip Qin Ruan in hopes of breaking free completely.

Unfortunately, he didn’t know that Qin Ruan, in her days on the platform, was an old hand, fully aware of the danger lurking behind each move of an opponent.

Sensing his movement, she raised her other foot and kicked it hard against the man’s knee.

"Ah!!"

A piercing scream erupted.

Qin Ruan’s face showed a fierce and sinister expression. She pressed down slightly harder with her foot on his face and leaned in closer to ask again, "What’s your relation to Weng En?"

With his knee shattered by Qin Ruan’s kick, the man’s face twisted in extreme pain.

The hand that was bound by the Golden Whip trembled as it touched his leg, his gaze cold and fierce, he coldly stated, "I don’t know what you’re talking about!"

Seeing his stubborn attitude, Qin Ruan’s eyes gleamed dangerously as the hand holding the Golden Whip released the Nether Divine Power, the Nether Power rapidly spreading through the man’s entire body, drawing out the faint Evil Qi.

"Ah, ah, ah!!" The man screamed in agony.

The pain he endured as the Evil Qi was stripped from his body was several times worse than having his leg broken in the ring. Every inch of his body suffered, causing him to convulse in pain.

Qin Ruan absorbed all the Evil Qi from his body and stepped off his face.

She crouched down, grabbing him by the collar, "I’m asking you one more time, will you talk?"

"I, I don’t know anything!"

The man was tough, still feigning toughness even at this moment.

Qin Ruan didn’t bother to spar with him anymore. Her slender fingers touched his brow, using the Soul Searching Technique to read his memories.

During the process of soul searching, the man had to endure the agony of his soul being torn apart.

This time, his complexion turned deathly pale, the muscles on his cheeks trembling, his agape mouth unable to make any sound.

Just as Qin Ruan’s eyes were tightly shut, preparing to read his memories, there was a loud bang.

Qin Ruan felt something splash onto her face, something warm and sticky.

She opened her eyes to see a boxer fallen to the ground, a bullet in his chest, breathless.

"Bang!"

Another gunshot sounded.

Everyone looked toward the source of the sound and saw a middle-aged coach collapse beneath the boxing ring.

After a few seconds, a pool of blood formed where the man had fallen.

The others stepped back, distancing themselves from the corpses, their expressions struggling to catch up, not understanding what had just happened.

Chou Le rubbed his face harshly, his trembling fingers pointing at Qin Ruan, his lips quivering, "Little Ancestor! Do you have any idea that these two were the cash cows of the place!"

He pointed to the middle-aged man in the coach’s uniform lying on the ground, "This guy was extremely professional. Under his guidance, our boxers might not have been invincible, but they were definitely fearless!"

Chou Le walked over to the fallen boxer, kicked the corpse resentfully, and said with a heartache, "This was our winning general. In the past few months, so many big spenders came just for him. Every time he fought, our earnings increased tenfold!"

Qin Ruan looked at his frantic expression and listened to the words spilling from his mouth, her lips uncontrollably twitching.

She returned to her previous seat and brushed off non-existent dust from her body, saying with apparent indifference, "Brother Le, today’s matter isn’t over. Send someone to invite Mr. Jiang from Six."

The words that flowed from her pleasant voice carried weight.

There was definitely an issue with West City, and Mr. Jiang, who controlled the whole West City, couldn’t possibly be unaware of it.

Now, as events became more mysterious, Qin Ruan had to talk to him.

Whether she did it as Qin Xiaowu, considering her own safety, or as the Huo Family’s matriarch, commanding the loyal Mr. Jiang of the Huo Family, she had to find answers today.

Chou Le was infuriated by Qin Ruan’s arrogant demeanor, his eyes bulging as he stared at her, his breath rapid as if he might faint at any moment.

Su Wang, Shen Ran, and Li Zilan approached Qin Ruan.

Li Zilan, not bothering to settle scores with Chou Le, asked Qin Ruan in a low voice, "Xiaowu, what’s going on?"

Su Wang also sided by advising, "Let’s talk things over calmly. Old man Le is quite old, after all. If you really anger him to death, we’ll be the ones to lay him to rest."

Shen Ran counted on his fingers, "An urn, a coffin, and we still need to buy a burial plot, it’ll cost at least a hundred thousand, right?"

He shook his head solemnly at Qin Ruan, "No, Xiaowu, you should stop making Brother Le angry. It could save us a fortune."

Qin Ruan showed a hesitant expression, as if really considering whether to continue to provoke Brother Le’s anger.

Li Zilan grabbed her arm and shook it vigorously, "Xiaowu Xiaowu, please have mercy on me, I’ve run out of pocket money recently, my pockets are cleaner than my face, let’s not anger Brother Le to death. Otherwise, we won’t even be able to scrape together the money for a coffin, and how pitiful would that be!"

Hearing their words, Chou Le got so angry that he took off his military boots and threw them at Su Wang and Shen Ran, "You little rascals! I see you’re just itching for me to die!"

Already accustomed to his habit of lashing out with his footwear, Su Wang elegantly stretched out his long leg and kicked the boot back to Chou Le.

With a roguish smile on his face, he said, "Brother Le, calm down. You’re getting on in years, why be so hot-headed? You wouldn’t want to really stroke out."

Shen Ran crossed his arms and said with a grin, "Did you drink the health tea I sent you last time? That stuff is precious, costs thousands per liang. Drink more and you’ll surely live longer."

Chou Le glared at each of them in turn, bending down to put his boots back on.

While the group was fooling around, a spectator from below the ring quietly slipped away through the back door.

Qin Ruan acted as if she saw nothing, reclining indolently in her chair with one leg crossed over the other, appearing boneless.

After Chou Le put his boots back on and straightened up, he swept his gaze over the others in the room.

Noticing someone was missing, his irritability swiftly faded, and he became calm and restrained.

He waved the remaining spectators off, "You all go now."

They nodded at him and quickly vacated the premises.

Regarding the two fallen bodies, apart from initial shock, they quickly accepted the reality.

This was West City, the underground boxing ring where life-death agreements were signed, and people died every day.

Chou Le sat down beside Qin Ruan, sighing softly, "I sent someone to invite Mr. Jiang as soon as you arrived. We’ll have to wait; he should be on his way here."

Qin Ruan glanced up at him with furrowed brows, "What exactly happened?"

Chou Le wiped his face, his voice hoarse, "It’s a long story."