Chapter 61: Is Ying Tianlong Betraying Us?

Two hours later, Chu Feng had dressed himself and walked out from the private room.

To his surprise, Zheng Shuting was already waiting in the corridor.

She was playing with her mobile phone. Seeing Chu Feng approach, she chuckled and asked, "Well, are you satisfied?"

"Are you referring to those two peaches?" Chu Feng smiled.

Zheng Shuting walked right up to Chu Feng, her hands familiarly wrapping around his neck. "Those two peaches haven't been tasted by anyone else yet. I gave them to you for a change of taste today. Did you like them?"

"The taste is not bad," Chu Feng smiled. "I thought you were going to personally serve me an extra meal!"

"In your dreams!" Zheng Shuting's face bloomed into a smile. "Once I'm done with the rush here, I'll treat you to a really good meal!"

Sensing that it was getting late, Chu Feng decided to leave first.

Naturally, before he departed, Zheng Shuting did not forget to plant a passionate kiss on him.

Zheng Shuting pushed open the door to the private room and saw Xiaoyuan and Xiaomei fast asleep inside. She smiled faintly.

Xiaomei woke up first. Recognizing Zheng Shuting, she scrambled up and covered her chest with a blanket. "Sister Shuting."

"You did well," Zheng Shuting praised approvingly.

Xiaomei bit her lip and retrieved the envelope that Chu Feng had left behind. "This is from President Chu."

"Keep it. You two sisters can split it yourselves." Zheng Shuting walked over and pulled open the curtains, her gaze falling upon the space-velvet blanket on the daybed.

The originally pristine fabric was now marred by several plum-blossom-like stains of deep winter.

The corners of Zheng Shuting's lips curled up slightly. "This brat really doesn't know how to handle a tender flower with care."

She added silently in her heart that, for some reason, she just happened to prefer this kind of Chu Feng.

He was far more decisive and capable than her useless husband.

One hour later, at the All-Treasure Pavilion.

When Chu Feng arrived, Xuanxuan was playing a video game in front of her computer.

"Focus DPS! Yes, yes, Lich King phase two, nobody die!"

Xuanxuan was deeply engrossed in the battle, a lollipop still stuck in her mouth.

Chu Feng walked over to her side and glanced at the computer screen, only to realize she was playing a game with quite exquisite graphics.

"Damn it! Can anyone here actually play? Nobody even knows how to avoid the defile!" Xuanxuan ripped off her headphones and slammed her hand on the desk. "It's only a ten-man raid, why is it so damn hard!"

"I didn't take you for a World of Warcraft player." Chu Feng sat down on the edge of the desk.

Xuanxuan was wearing a biker leather jacket. Dominantly, she propped both feet right up onto her uncle's office desk. "What, are you here to interrogate me?"

"Moon Gazing Bar. If I'm not mistaken, that was the last place Qian Kai was seen!" Chu Feng pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

"Smoking is not allowed in the shop!" Xuanxuan snatched the cigarette pack right out of Chu Feng's hands. "Come here!"

"Give me my cigarettes back!" Chu Feng walked over with a smile.

***

Arriving at the warehouse of the All-Treasure Pavilion, Chu Feng found Ma Long smoking by the entrance, accompanied by several subordinates.

Spotting Chu Feng, Ma Long stubbed out his cigarette and said, "Chu Feng, you're finally here."

"Did you call me last night?" Chu Feng asked.

Ma Long nodded and snapped his fingers.

Instantly, the rolling shutter door of the warehouse was lifted, and a bruised and battered middle-aged man was shoved out onto the ground.

"Qian Kai?"

Chu Feng's lips twitched. The next second, he strode forward, grabbed Qian Kai by the hair, and jerked his head back. "You really didn't die!"

It turned out that as soon as Xuanxuan learned about the situation regarding Qian Kai yesterday, she had gone straight to the bar that very night.

Deliberately dressing up in a bewitching and seductive manner, she had lured Qian Kai out from his hiding spot inside the bar and seized the opportunity to capture him.

Feeling as though his scalp was about to be ripped off, Qian Kai wailed in desperate supplication, "Young Master Chu! Young Master Chu, please spare me! It was all Cui Wengen's idea. I was ready to let it go, but when he heard you made a fortune... he forced Ji Wenjing to lure you out!"

"Ji Wenjing is dead! She's dead!" Chu Feng slammed his palm against Qian Kai's forehead, forcing his head into a violent collision with the concrete floor. "And you bastards still dared to pull a kidnapping on me!"

As he spoke, Chu Feng raised his hand to teach Qian Kai another lesson, but Ma Long intercepted him.

"Our men have already worked him over, but he still has his uses and cannot die just yet," Ma Long said righteously.

Chu Feng frowned, instantly realizing that his anger had temporarily clouded his judgment.

Taking a deep breath, Chu Feng managed to steady his emotions. "Go ahead."

"Drag him inside!" Ma Long instructed his men.

"Understood!"

Several lacklings hauled Qian Kai deep into the warehouse. Despite Qian Kai's continuous, pitiful howling for mercy, no one would ever feel sympathy for someone devoid of basic integrity.

Everyone in the "Cleaner" circle knew that Qian Kai had violated the code of the underworld. Despite having signed a contract, he had stooped so low as to kidnap an innocent family member.

One must understand that in this society, leaving families out of disputes was the most fundamental code of conduct.

Yet, Qian Kai and Cui Wengen had brazenly kidnapped Chu Feng's woman.

And who was Chu Feng?

He was Ma Long's esteemed guest!

By provoking Chu Feng, Qian Kai had effectively provoked their boss, Ma Long!

"Chu Feng, I heard you smashed up the Xiangyun Billiard Hall?" Ma Long asked.

"That's right."

"Speaking of which, this Sun Xiang is one of Ying Tianlong's men. You probably already know what Ying Tianlong has been doing behind Zhang Fuqiang's back, don't you?" Ma Long inquired.

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes. "You mean..."

"This Qian Kai can still be of use to us!" Ma Long said.

***

Chu Feng drew a sharp breath, completely taken aback by the vicious and ruthless scheme Ma Long had concocted.

"You intend to use Qian Kai as the blade for our revenge!" Chu Feng narrowed his eyes.

"Exactly!" Ma Long twirled his catfish-like whiskers with his fingers.

Chu Feng pulled out his mobile phone, the screen displaying an incoming call from Zhang Yanran.

***

A few days later.

Inside the second-floor solarium of the Zhang family villa, Zhang Yanran was practicing her piano.

The melodious notes drifted through the air. Although not as exquisitely polished as Song Senran's playing, her piano technique far surpassed that of an ordinary amateur.

Meanwhile, Chu Feng sat nearby, quietly peeling an apple for her.

Outside, Zhang Fuqiang's car slowly pulled up to the residence. Stepping out, his eyes landed immediately on the Ghost parked inside the garage.

Zhang Fuqiang frowned slightly. "That brat is here again?"

"Mr. Zhang, Young Master Chu brought some fruit to see the young miss. Since today is the weekend, the young miss has to practice her piano," the housekeeper explained.

"Where are they?"

"In the solarium."

Zhang Fuqiang sneered. He handed his coat to the housekeeper and headed upstairs alone.

Before long, as he walked down the hallway, Zhang Fuqiang overheard the conversation between Chu Feng and Zhang Yanran.

"Yanran, have some apple."

"I have no appetite. Since you found Qian Kai, why won't you tell my dad? That way, we could finally be together," Zhang Yanran complained with a hint of reproach.

These words fell directly into Zhang Fuqiang's ears, causing his eyes to widen in shock and his footsteps on the staircase to halt instantly.

"Sir..." The housekeeper, holding a cup of tea, was about to come up, but Zhang Fuqiang stopped her with a sharp glare.

He motioned for her to go back down, while he quietly continued listening to the conversation between the two.

"I did find him, but I never expected that Qian Kai would actually be connected to Brother Long," Chu Feng said, his voice laced with profound distress.

Those words caused Zhang Fuqiang's fists to instantly tighten into violent knots.

Brother Long?

Ying Tianlong?