12: Fight evil with evil

"Wang Dingfei? Hah, you're quite well-informed. But you say I've crossed the line? I don't quite understand. Since when did Dongcheng District become private property?" Qin Yang looked at Wang Dingfei, a sharp light flashing in his eyes as he retorted bluntly.

"You little brat, how dare you talk to me like that! Don't think that just because you dealt with The Gao Brothers, you're some big shot. I know what you're here for. If you're smart, hand over the contract. Otherwise, in this part of Dongcheng, you won't be able to move a single brick!" Wang Dingfei said fiercely.

"Heh, what? Has Dongcheng District not been liberated yet? What gives you the nerve to talk like that! I'd really like to see how you plan to stop me from moving a single brick or tile!"

Seeing Qin Yang's tough attitude, Wang Dingfei narrowed his eyes. Then, with a wave of his hand, his lackeys stepped forward quickly, looking ready to start a fight.

But the Death Warriors by Qin Yang's side weren't pushovers either. They instantly surrounded Qin Yang, pushing and shoving against the other side. Although both sides were exercising restraint and hadn't thrown punches yet, the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, as if a major battle would break out at any second.

Seeing this, Qin Yang frowned. He knew this standoff wasn't a solution. Moreover, at the end of the day, Wang Dingfei was a local thug here. Even if they were to fight, Qin Yang couldn't afford to get himself entangled in it right here.

Immediately, Qin Yang waved his hand, signaling the Death Warriors to stand down.

After the Death Warriors retreated, Qin Yang didn't say much. He gave Wang Dingfei a cold look and then drove away with the Death Warriors.

Seeing this, Wang Dingfei also breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was a local thug, getting into a large-scale brawl in broad daylight wouldn't end well for him either.

Of course, Wang Dingfei's mouth wasn't weak. Seeing Qin Yang back down and leave, he immediately mocked, "Haha, I thought he was some big deal, turns out he's just a silver-coated pewter spearhead—all show and no substance. Kid, remember this: as long as I'm around, you won't set foot in Dongcheng District."

Following that, Wang Dingfei's subordinates also burst into a fit of laughter.

Once in the car, Qin Yang's expression remained unchanged. He didn't take Wang Dingfei's mockery to heart. After all, no one bothers arguing with someone who is about to go offline.

Next, Qin Yang gave a few instructions to the two Death Warriors in the back seat. Then, at a turn, he let the two Death Warriors out of the car.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Wang Dingfei stumbled out of a restaurant, supported by several subordinates. He was very happy today after forcing Qin Yang to retreat, so he treated his men to a meal and had been drinking until now.

Soon, several subordinates helped Wang Dingfei into the car. One stayed to drive, while the others went back to continue drinking.

Just as the subordinate was about to start the car and take Wang Dingfei home, the driver's side window shattered with a bang. Immediately after, a figure appeared in front of the broken window.

Wang Dingfei's subordinate was already startled by the shattering window. Before he could recover, a large hand grabbed him by the throat. He felt the world spin as he was pulled directly out of the window, then thrown heavily to the ground, where he passed out.

At the same time, another figure appeared at the back of the car. The figure tried to open the door but found it locked. Somewhat irritably, the figure used sheer brute force to tear the entire door off.

Tossing the door aside, the figure looked at the dead-drunk Wang Dingfei and nodded to the person in front. Then, grabbing Wang Dingfei, the two of them quickly departed, one in front and one behind. Although the description is long, the entire process took less than a minute. By the time the driver was discovered, an hour had already passed.

Wang Dingfei's subordinates searched for a long time without finding him. In desperation, they could only report it to the police. But when the 'Uncles in Hats' arrived, they didn't find much. The scene of the incident was quite secluded, and the surveillance cameras on the street had been damaged. Clearly, this was a premeditated kidnapping.

With Wang Dingfei missing, the Uncles in Hats began to investigate people who had conflicts or clashes with him. This investigation revealed that Wang Dingfei had offended quite a lot of people. Naturally, Qin Yang was also among those being checked.

An abandoned factory building.

Qin Yang walked inside with a few Death Warriors.

At a glance, he saw Wang Dingfei stripped naked and wearing a hood. Beside him were the two Death Warriors Qin Yang had sent to snatch him.

Qin Yang nodded to the two Death Warriors. Then, without a word, he picked up a wooden block from the ground and slowly walked over to Wang Dingfei.

By now, Wang Dingfei had sobered up. Hearing someone approaching, he was terrified. He wanted to scream, but his mouth was sealed. He could only whimper incessantly, his body writhing.

Coming to a stop in front of Wang Dingfei, a cold chill appeared on Qin Yang's face. He raised the wooden block and began to beat Wang Dingfei on non-lethal parts of his body.

After two or three minutes, Qin Yang grew a bit tired of hitting him. He threw the wooden block to the ground, clapped his hands, and walked out of the factory.

Outside the factory.

Qin Yang lit a cigarette and asked, "Was anyone watching?"

"Rest assured, Boss. The tail has been cleaned up. Absolutely no one will find us," one of the Death Warriors who performed the mission replied.

"That's good. From now on, increase the intensity every day, but be careful not to let him die. Also, make him confess all the evil deeds he's done and record them. Once I've handled things on my end, we'll hand him over," Qin Yang said, exhaling a puff of smoke.

"Yes!"

Qin Yang then drove away from the factory.

The next morning, before Qin Yang had even woken up, there was a knock at the door.

Woken by the noise, Qin Yang rubbed his eyes, got out of bed, and opened the door.

Outside the door were two Uncles in Hats.

"Hello, are you Qin Yang? We are from the Yamen, here to learn about some circumstances," the Uncle in Hats spoke first.

"Yes, I am. I'm happy to cooperate with your work, but I'd like to see your police IDs first."

The two Uncles in Hats looked at each other and smiled. They took out their police IDs and showed them to Qin Yang, then said, "Can we come in now?"

"Yes, please come in." Qin Yang's expression remained calm.

After entering, the two Uncles in Hats began asking for Qin Yang's basic information, then moved on to whether he had any conflict with Wang Dingfei yesterday.

To this, Qin Yang naturally admitted it. After all, so many people saw the conflict happen.

"What was the conflict about?" one of the Uncles in Hats asked.

"It was about a project. I contracted a project, and Wang Dingfei wanted to take it from me. I refused, so naturally, there was a conflict. But, Uncles in Hats, I'd like to ask, has something happened to Wang Dingfei? If you want to know about this person, you should find his friends. I'm not familiar with him," Qin Yang replied.

"You don't need to know that. Just answer what we ask.

Where were you last night, and who can prove it?" the Uncle in Hats continued to ask.

"Oh, I was at the restaurant all last night. The restaurant staff can all testify to that."

"Which restaurant? And how can you be sure the restaurant staff can testify for you?"

"Hongbin Tower on the University Town Food Street. I own it. As for whether the staff can testify for me, isn't that for you to go and ask?" Qin Yang asked back.

Hearing the counter-question, the Uncle in Hats felt a bit awkward. He really hadn't expected the restaurant to be owned by Qin Yang. Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked that way. Usually, when a restaurant is busy, the staff might not notice when a guest leaves, but it's different for the boss. After all, the workers will always be watching the boss—those who know, know.