36: Chapter 35 Ruthless Enough, a Future Legend

Late at night, in the suburbs, at an abandoned warehouse.

"Second, follow me in a moment. You aren't too familiar with the rules of the streets."

Lin Feng nodded, but he didn't think much of it in his heart.

What rules of the streets? Money is the only rule.

Over a decade later, even big gang bosses are thinking about how to go legitimate. Who would still be doing all that killing and fighting?

This abandoned warehouse was huge and filled with clutter, with only a few dim, simple light bulbs providing illumination.

A burlap sack was tossed in the middle of the warehouse, with six or seven people standing nearby.

The leader was a bald man with a fleshy face; one look and you could tell he was no good.

"Young Master Wei, you've arrived."

"Where is Brother Quan?"

"Brother Quan has some business, so he let us handle it. He said he'd come over when he has time."

"Mm, open the sack."

The bald man waved his hand, and a few lackeys opened the sack.

A familiar figure appeared before their eyes.

Zhang Ying, the once 'white moonlight,' was now in tatters, her hair disheveled, and her body covered in injuries.

"You didn't beat her to death, did you?"

Chen Wei asked nervously.

"Young Master Wei, she's just unconscious. We only broke one leg; who would dare kill someone in this day and age?"

"Second, are you satisfied?"

Lin Feng glanced at Zhang Ying and said coldly, "It would be better if she could be even more miserable."

"Little brother, you're quite ruthless. Did she dig up your ancestral grave?"

"Big brother, I just think one has to be ruthless in life; you can't leave any future trouble."

"Young Master Wei, your friend is interesting, but we don't dare do anything involving killing, and Brother Quan wouldn't take such jobs either."

"Second, she has no chance of turning things around like this. I think we should let it go."

Chen Wei whispered a word of advice.

This time, he had secretly used his father's connections to get people to help.

It just so happened that the owner of the bar where Zhang Ying worked was his father's friend, Brother Quan.

And her lover, Wang Youdao, was a lackey's lackey under Brother Quan—just a nobody.

This was the reason things went so smoothly.

"I never said I wanted to kill her either..."

Lin Feng was speechless. Was he really that brainless?

If you kill someone, you just wait to eat lead.

No amount of money would be useful, unless one had a chance to be reborn.

"Then, little brother, what do you mean..."

"Let me ask, do you have any low-end foot massage parlors or bathhouses under your name? The kind that provides 'those' services."

"We do, of course. This business has to cover high, medium, and low-end markets."

Chen Wei whispered, "Second, don't do anything rash. You tell me not to visit prostitutes, yet you go to these low-end places yourself? You'll catch a disease."

"Get lost. Do you think I'm you?"

"Then, Second, what exactly do you mean?"

"I know her well. Once she wakes up, she'll definitely want to stay and work. With her lazy nature, she has no other way out besides this industry."

"Transfer her to the trashiest place, like one where you can get a session for 50 yuan. The ones she receives will all be bottom-tier men in their fifties or sixties. Is that a problem?"

Chen Wei patted Lin Feng on the shoulder heavily and said excitedly, "You're really something."

The bald man narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Young Master Wei, is this friend of yours really a college student?"

"Of course. Why, doesn't he look like one?"

"I think he's even more ruthless than us people in the streets."

"I just hope for a stable life in the future. I wonder if you can manage that, friend?"

"I can pay, too."

The bald man looked at Zhang Ying and asked, "What if she doesn't want to stay?"

Lin Feng glanced at Zhang Ying.

[A woman who cannot survive if she leaves the nightlife/special service industry will 100% comply even if arranged to go to a low-end venue.]

Lin Feng shrugged and said, "If she's really unwilling, then just let her fend for herself."

"Alright, Young Master Wei, that's how we'll do it. I'll go make arrangements."

The bald man waved his hand, the opening of the sack was tied shut again, and the person was taken out.

"Young Master Wei, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."

"Alright, take care."

The bald man left the warehouse with his people.

"Second, shall we go? Old Li is still delivering food."

"With so many orders every day, aren't you tired?"

"Who complains about being tired when there's money to be made? Old Li and I bought a little e-bike. Within a three-kilometer radius, it only takes ten minutes or so."

"And we consolidate orders; we try to take more at once if they are in the same location."

Lin Feng smiled and said, "Well, you guys take care of yourselves. If you need anything, tell me."

"Second, let's go quickly. This place is pitch black and quite scary."

"Can you take me to see that Brother Quan?"

"Ah? Why do you want to see Brother Quan?"

Chen Wei's expression changed, and like a thief, he lowered his voice and said, "Try to have as little contact with people like that as possible; there's no benefit."

"Are you lecturing me now? Don't you want to return the favor?"

"Favor? How do we return it?"

Lin Feng opened his backpack, revealing several bundles of red bills.

"Holy crap, that must be over a hundred thousand, right? Let me tell you..."

"Stop right there. Your favor is yours, and mine is mine. I don't want to owe any favors, so just arrange a meeting."

"Fine, I'll make a call. We'll just wait here."

After Chen Wei finished the call, about ten minutes later, a black Passat appeared on the dirt road.

After the rear door opened, a 190cm tall, strong-bodied young man got out of the car.

A black tight-fitting T-shirt outlined his muscle lines, as if hiding infinite power.

Behind him, a man in his early 40s, wearing a suit and gold-rimmed glasses, followed closely.

"Uncle Quan, you're here."

"Xiao Wei, long time no see. How is your father lately?"

"Same as always, bad cervical spine."

"Sigh... I... never mind, I'll go see him another day."

He stopped mid-sentence. He had wanted to say something, but figured that talking to Chen Wei would be like talking to a brick wall.

Lin Feng, standing behind, stared at this person, his eyes flickering.

[Name: Zhang Quan, Age: 42, Hidden Intelligence: A man of the underworld. In 3 years, he will reach the peak of his gang career, but realizing that this path will ultimately lead to no good end, he will pivot in time. In just five years, he will create his own tourism and catering brand, radiating out to Shen City and surrounding cities, successfully cleaning up his identity and completely severing ties with the underworld.]

Lin Feng remembered this person; in his past life, he had even seen news about him doing charity work.

At the time, people who knew some inside information dug up his life story, and many posts could be seen on various social media platforms.

But Zhang Quan was very capable and severed ties with his past very cleanly. Although rumors were flying everywhere, he sat firmly on the fishing platform, and it didn't have any impact on him.

Perhaps he couldn't compare to those large groups that emerged with the times, but being able to achieve this level was not simple either.

Moreover, Lin Feng's career was still in its early stages, and delivering food would eventually attract the prying eyes of some interested parties.

The police might not be able to solve all problems, and a bold idea sprouted in his mind.

A gang boss who knows his limits, understands when to advance and retreat, and can successfully go legitimate to become an outstanding entrepreneur in the future is absolutely of maximum value to himself right now.

"Hello, Uncle Quan. I am Brother Wei's brother. Thank you so much for this time."

Lin Feng walked up to him calmly and politely extended his hand.

Zhang Quan looked Lin Feng up and down, then extended his hand and shook Lin Feng's hand.

He asked with a smile, "I heard from Xiao Wei that you want to thank me. Actually, there's no need to be so polite; it was just a small effort. I, Zhang Quan, haven't fallen so far that I need to ask a college student for a reward."

Lin Feng took off his backpack, unzipped it, and placed it before him.

Zhang Quan looked down and swept his gaze over it, his pupils shrinking slightly, and he looked at Lin Feng with some surprise.

He didn't expect a college student to be able to pull out 100,000 in cash as a reward; this was no small gesture in 2010.