127: Chapter 127 Undercurrents

Less than two minutes had passed since the last call, yet this 'Red Hand' had actually finished the interrogation already. His efficiency was damn high.

If he ever slipped up one day, he would have to be wary of this guy immediately.

And that playboy Ye Qingzhou really did have some skill; Tang Long had underestimated him a bit before.

"No need."

"Then... should these people be executed directly?"

This question made Tang Long even more surprised.

"Executed? Won't that cause trouble?"

"My mission is to solve all trouble for you. Besides, The Sect is the ruler of Song City; no matter who the opponent is, they should understand this."

Well, this guy certainly had plenty of confidence.

But these people... it seemed keeping them alive was better than killing them.

"Detain them for now; I'll have a use for them later. By the way, ask how many other teams like this Ye Qingzhou has under him?"

"There should be one more, but they don't overlap, so they don't know the other group's information. If you need it, I'm confident I can dig them out before dawn."

"You can get a handle on the situation first, but don't move against them yet."

"Alright, do you have any other instructions?"

"Thank you, that's all."

Hanging up the phone, Tang Long shrugged slightly at Mad Dog.

A touch of coldness also appeared in Mad Dog's eyes. "Ye Qingzhou is no pushover. You should kill these people and send the bodies over to give him a lasting lesson."

Tang Long chuckled. "They aren't worth anything dead. Ye Qingzhou only has two teams in total; now that he's lost one, do you think he'd be willing to pay to buy them back?"

Mad Dog shook his head. "You, sometimes you're very loyal, and other times you're incredibly mercenary. If you're really that short on money, why don't you ask The Sect for it?"

Tang Long could only smile bitterly.

He had originally thought his money-making ability would quickly and easily cover his expenses.

But plans can't keep up with changes.

As he obtained the Open-Ring Forbidden Method, every additional Spirit Ring he condensed required practicing another cultivation method, which in turn required more resources. The gap was only getting wider.

The wider the gap, the less he could ask The Sect.

The principle of 'taking from others leaves one beholden' was the same everywhere.

After waiting a while longer, night finally fell, and the two left the hostel one after the other.

Mad Dog took a bag of money and headed straight for the Hot-Blooded Arena. He fought as soon as he stepped onto the stage, and after three consecutive wins, the 200,000 in his hands had snowballed to 1.6 million.

He was clearly a regular here and a celebrity on the stage. Many people followed his lead and bet, winning quite a bit as well. This drew many onlookers, making the atmosphere very heated.

However, this action undoubtedly caused the Hot-Blooded Arena to suffer a great loss.

Below the stage, Arena Manager A Xin greeted him with a fake smile.

"Brother Dog, let's call it a day! How about I buy you a drink?"

Mad Dog glanced at him sideways from his high position, but instead lit a cigarette and puffed away, completely ignoring him.

A Xin could only call for backup. Two minutes later, Storm Bear brought a few people over and shouted to Mad Dog again.

"Brother Dog! What's the meaning of this? Trying to win the money back for that useless trash?"

"In terms of loyalty, I, Old Xiong, admire you. Everyone in the Hot-Blooded Gang has always given you face, but this isn't how things are done."

"I'm warning you, no one can keep winning on the Hot-Blooded Arena forever. We have plenty of money and plenty of people to play with you."

Mad Dog crouched down with the cigarette in his mouth and blew a puff of thick smoke into his face.

"Is that so? Call someone up quickly then; my hands are itching for a fight today."

Storm Bear asked with a dark face, "Really no room for talk?"

Mad Dog let out a couple of neurotic, weird laughs. "Go tell Fei Shan that Golden Scorpion wants to challenge him tomorrow night. If he accepts, I'll step down. If not, I'll make him go bankrupt today."

Storm Bear's expression suddenly changed. "Is he even worthy? Tiao Yang, you play with Brother Dog in the next round."

Mad Dog stood up and shrugged. "If it's Ninth Stage, I won't be able to hold back; I'll have to fight to the death. You better be prepared."

Storm Bear ground his teeth, gave Tiao Yang a look, and then quickly walked to a deserted corner to call Fei Shan.

But right then, the glass of the four main doors of the Hot-Blooded Arena shattered simultaneously. When Storm Bear turned back in shock, he saw a furious Shang Yuqing bursting in.

...

Top floor of the Hot-Blooded Mansion, private reception room.

Fei Shan was respectfully pouring tea for a middle-aged man wearing glasses nearby.

"Mr. Rong, please try this. It's Emerald Spirit Tea, a new product from the Huaidu Tribute Garden. After you mentioned it last time, I searched everywhere and only recently managed to get some from the Internal Tribute Office."

Mr. Rong picked up the teacup and looked at the tea leaves that were gradually unfurling into a vibrant green, wearing a faint smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Mr. Fei, I remember your promise to me back then wasn't just this cup of tea, was it?"

Fei Shan's face immediately turned awkward, and he was speechless.

"You promised back then that you would throw Song City into chaos. And now? Aside from enjoying life, it seems you haven't done a thing."

"I heard Governor Xu has great vision; he's expanded another City Guard Division in the past six months, and in recent months, he's been aggressively taking in wildlings, increasing Song City's population by over two million recently."

"So I don't quite understand, are you too incompetent, or do you think we Yuanwu people are easy to fool?"

"If this continues, I'm afraid I'll have to reconsider our relationship."

Sweat appeared on Fei Shan's forehead, and he quickly explained, "Mr. Rong, I definitely have no intention of being perfunctory."

"But I'm just a small fry with low strength; every step is difficult."

"The people from the Songcheng Sect and the Governor's Mansion are truly too powerful. To maintain the Sangyu communication line, I've lost quite a few men over the past year."

"Just in the past two days, I've even incited High Priest Shang Yuleng's younger sister to clash with the Wei Family."

"High Priest Shang Yuleng's sister? That Bone-melting Enchantress?" Mr. Rong finally showed a bit of a smile. "Tell me, how did you plan it?"

Fei Shan hurriedly recounted everything from start to finish like he was presenting a treasure.

But as Mr. Rong listened, the smile on his face quickly vanished again.

"So, the person is still alive?"

"This..."

Before Fei Shan could finish explaining, Mr. Rong sneered, "Mr. Fei, your plan is far too sloppy, isn't it?"

"A woman like Shang Yuqing is famous for being fickle, changing her Pretty boys every three days. If you don't take advantage of this momentum to kill the man and provoke her into taking action, she might forget who Tang Long is by tomorrow morning."

"This matter was done without a proper conclusion. In the end, it might only invite eye-rolls and reprimands without any actual effect."

Fei Shan was submissive. "This... it was my lack of consideration. Then, what do you mean..."

"Waste no time and kill him."

Mr. Rong set down his cup. "Then send someone to kill the Wei Family's stupid son. Shang Yuqing won't be able to explain herself, and the Wei Family won't listen. Only then will they go straight for each other's throats."

Fei Shan's face immediately stiffened, not knowing how to respond.