Yingtian Long Defenseless and Unable to Quibble

Marlon made a move to stand up, but Chu Feng pressed him back down by the shoulder.

"Wait, someone is coming," Chu Feng said.

Marlon narrowed his eyes and then saw a young man dressed in black following closely behind Ying Tianlong.

Chu Feng whispered, "Call the police right now and report a drunk driver."

"Huh?" Marlon chuckled with a grin. "You're even more ruthless than I am!"

"Don't use your own phone!" Chu Feng warned Marlon.

Xuanxuan, meanwhile, had just returned from toasting at a nearby table. She pulled out a second phone, flashed it at Chu Feng with a triumphant smile, and dialed. "Hello? Outside Mochizuki Bar, someone is driving under the influence!"

Chu Feng gave her a thumbs-up.

Looking completely nonchalant, Xuanxuan stood up, dropped the phone onto the floor, and gently kicked it so it slid over near the adjacent table.

"Hey, handsome! You dropped your phone!" Xuanxuan called out.

The college-student-looking young man glanced down at the phone on the ground, looked up at Xuanxuan, and nodded shyly in gratitude.

"Shall we go?" Xuanxuan bit down on a lollipop and gave Chu Feng a meaningful look.

"Let's go."

……

Outside the bar, Ying Tianlong walked unsteadily and straddled his motorcycle.

Suddenly, a traffic officer stopped his vehicle and walked straight toward him.

"Excuse me, are you planning to drive?"

"I'm just putting something away," Ying Tianlong replied, opening the storage compartment under the motorcycle seat.

"Could you please cooperate and blow into this?" The officer produced a breathalyzer.

Ying Tianlong's brows furrowed deeply.

"I am not driving," Ying Tianlong stated again.

Not far away, a Lincoln rolled down its window, revealing Zhang Fuqiang inside.

Zhang Fuqiang's expression was grim and dark.

Because he had just caught sight of the hard drive in Ying Tianlong's hand.

The hard drive appearing alone wouldn't have been a disaster, but the presence of a traffic officer right beside it changed everything.

"Dad, why are you parking here? Aren't you supposed to drive me to school?" Zhang Yanran asked from the passenger seat beside him.

"Dad just needs to rest for a moment," Zhang Fuqiang sighed.

Zhang Yanran looked at her father while the screen of the smartphone in her hand remained lit.

She was currently messaging Chu Feng on QQ.

It turned out that Chu Feng and Zhang Yanran had meticulously planned this exact timing to ensure Zhang Fuqiang would witness this scene.

Originally, Chu Feng's plan was simply for Zhang Fuqiang to run into Ying Tianlong just as the latter started his motorcycle.

But on a sudden whim, Chu Feng had remembered the traffic police's crackdown on drunk driving.

Adding that element instantly made the scene infinitely more impactful.

"Old Shen, take young miss to school," Zhang Fuqiang said as he pushed the car door open.

"Yes, sir," the driver replied respectfully.

Zhang Yanran protested reluctantly, "Dad, didn't you promise you'd drive me yourself—"

"I have matters to attend to," Zhang Fuqiang interrupted with a stern voice.

Perhaps still remembering the time Zhang Fuqiang had disciplined her previously, Zhang Yanran retained a lingering fear of him and dared not say another word.

Zhang Fuqiang stepped out of the car and reached for his phone.

Meanwhile, after managing to get through the inspection, Ying Tianlong left his motorcycle right there by the bar entrance. "Damn it, what rotten luck today!"

After walking a few paces, he suddenly spotted a familiar figure standing right in front of him.

"Brother Qiang? What are you doing here?" Ying Tianlong asked, momentarily stunned.

Zhang Fuqiang was holding a lit cigar. "A-Long, care to walk with me a bit?"

"Sure." Ying Tianlong fell in step beside Zhang Fuqiang.

Zhang Fuqiang took a deep breath. "A-Long, how many years have you been with me?"

"I've been following Brother Qiang since I was eighteen. It must be... fifteen years now."

"Ah, yes, fifteen years! And your younger brother has been locked away for ten years now. How is it going today? Are you in a bad mood?" Zhang Fuqiang glanced sideways at the plastic bag in Ying Tianlong's hand.

Ying Tianlong managed a bitter smile. "My brother is currently taking adult education courses inside. He says that once he gets out, he'll at least be able to find a decent job."

"I remember now. Back then, it just happened to be your younger brother's college entrance examination. It was truly a huge grievance for him to take the fall for me," Zhang Fuqiang said, holding his phone.

"Brother Qiang, what are you saying! Without Brother Qiang, there wouldn't be the two of us brothers!"

"Then what, exactly, is the meaning of what you're holding in your hand?" Zhang Fuqiang asked with an ambiguous half-smile.

At these words, Ying Tianlong froze. He instinctively lifted the plastic bag; the hard drive inside looked glaringly conspicuous.

Marked clearly on the hard drive was a number written in a permanent marker.

"002."

It was the number Zhang Fuqiang himself had written, designating the second hard drive from his personal computer.

A chill ran down the spine of Ying Tianlong. He stammered frantically, "Brother Qiang, please listen to me! Some bitch shoved this onto me! Right, someone must be trying to frame me, Brother Qiang!"

Without a word, Zhang Fuqiang pulled a photograph out from the accompanying documents.

"Is a brother more important, or is money more important? Truly a thought-provoking question," Zhang Fuqiang remarked with a sigh of mock emotion.

"Brother Qiang! Brother Qiang, listen to me!" Ying Tianlong cried out frantically.

Yet at this moment, the nighttime street appeared unusually, oppressively quiet.

From the alleys on both sides, figures began to emerge.

A massive number of men, armed with steel pipes and blades, poured out.

Every single one of them was dressed in a suit, moving with a chilling, uniform synchronicity amidst the dark night.

"You know very well that the one thing Zhang Fuqiang hates most in this life... is a traitor!" Zhang Fuqiang's eyes turned blood red. "Li Xueli... you two have been tangled up together for a long time, haven't you? After all, whenever she attended banquets, you were always right there guarding her... A bodyguard and a wealthy lady? Truly a dramatic soap opera."

"Brother Qiang! Someone is setting me up!"

Just as Ying Tianlong was about to defend himself further, a massive net fell precipitously from the sky, instantly enveloping him completely.

"What the hell!" inside a van not far away, Mengzi couldn't help cursing aloud.

Chu Feng swiftly clamped a hand over his mouth. "Quiet!"

The windows of the van lacked reflective coating, meaning that in the dead of night, the occupants inside remained virtually invisible to anyone outside.

In the distance, Zhang Fuqiang swept his gaze across the surroundings.

Yet this subtle detail was precisely captured by Chu Feng's sharp eyes.

"We were speaking so quietly inside here, yet he still noticed?" Chu Feng murmured softly.

Marlon shook his head. "Not necessarily. It could just be intuition."

"Look over there!" Xuanxuan pointed into the distance.

True enough, the suited thugs had already swarmed toward Ying Tianlong.

Ying Tianlong was not about to sit and wait for his death. He lashed out with a vicious punch, driving it deep into the stomach of the nearest thug, snatched the man's blade in one fluid motion, and slashed at another lackey lunging toward him.

True to his reputation as a second-tier martial expert, facing dozens of assailants left him far from helpless.

Even with his body restricted and entangled by the fishing net, his mobility was only partially hindered.

"For the sake of our past brotherhood, stop resisting, and I'll give you a quick end," Zhang Fuqiang stated expressionlessly.

The calm, chilling tone of Zhang Fuqiang's voice sent a shiver down Chu Feng's spine.

This was his true opponent!

This was the underground emperor of Jiangcheng!

This was Zhang Fuqiang!

"Brother Qiang! I'm genuinely being framed!" Ying Tianlong kicked one of the subordinates flying, but several more immediately lunged at him in a wave.

"Damn it!" Ying Tianlong tore violently at the fishing net binding his torso, then delivered a ferocious flying kick that forced the surrounding crowd back a few paces.

"Zhang Fuqiang! My younger brother went to prison for you, and now you motherfuckers want to silence me permanently!" Ying Tianlong's eyes were bloodshot with fury.

Yet his raging fury only served to cement Zhang Fuqiang's conviction even further.

Ying Tianlong was, without a doubt, a traitor!