Chapter 45

Chapter 45

He immediately dialed Lin Qi’s number.

“Hello, Ms. Lin Qi.”

“Call me Lin Qi or Sister Qi.”

“Ah… Sister Qi.”

“What’s up? Looking for someone to hang out with?”

“I’ve run into some trouble.”

“Oh? Let’s hear it.”

“My ex-girlfriend found someone to pick a fight with me, and I don’t really know anyone in West Guan.”

“Haha… What are you talking about? Knowing me is the same as knowing half the dignitaries in West Guan!

But what era is this, still setting up street fights? Just call the police.”

“I want to handle it privately and give her a bit of a lesson.”

Lin Qi fell silent on the other end for a moment before saying decisively, “Mm, I understand. I’ll get a security firm to send some people to help you. Send me the address.”

“Yeah, thanks, Sister Qi. Sorry for the trouble.”

“If you keep being this polite, I’m going to get angry. Alright, hanging up now!”

Wang Ming hung up the phone, a smirk playing on his lips.

Why hadn’t he thought of a security firm himself? Now that he had money, he could hire people to back him up! But since Lin Qi was arranging it, he’d look into that later.

The taxi driver joked, “Lin Qi… same name as the celebrity.

Lately, the headlines have all been about Lin Qi faking her death. Short videos are blowing up with all sorts of theories.”

“It is her…”

The taxi driver turned his head and gave a disdainful, mocking laugh. “You’re saying the Lin Qi you were talking to is that star?

You’re too much. If you knew Lin Qi, you’d still be taking a taxi? Hahaha…”

Wang Ming didn’t bother arguing. After sending the address to Lin Qi, he folded his arms.

Recalling her voice and face, he really wished the System could bind her too.

What would she be like once her Infatuation Value toward him increased…

When they reached Siheng Road, Wang Ming had the driver stop near an alley.

He paid and got out, walking to the mouth of the alley. He poked his head out, looking toward Xingfu Supermarket.

There was no sign of Zou Mengmeng or Liu Guohua. The supermarket entrance looked the same as usual, with pedestrians passing by and no crowds gathered.

Did they play me? Doubt flickered in Wang Ming’s heart.

He slowly stepped out of the alley, his cautious footsteps hesitating. He moved tentatively toward the supermarket while keeping a sharp eye on his surroundings.

After walking a short distance, he suddenly realized something was wrong!

Every dozen meters or so, he could see two or three large men huddled together. Some were whispering, while others were scanning the area.

There were also several burly men strolling slowly down the street, their gazes clearly searching for someone.

Wang Ming’s heart raced as an ominous feeling washed over him.

Just as he was about to turn back into the alley to wait for Lin Qi’s people, a hand landed heavily on his shoulder.

A cocky voice rang out: “Coming all by yourself? Hahaha…”

Wang Ming spun around. Liu Guohua was standing in front of him, laughing wildly.

Behind him stood two massive, burly men radiating sheer aggression.

Liu Guohua crossed his arms, a mocking sneer on his face. “What, you actually dared to come alone? Wang Ming, you’ve got some guts.”

“Over here! Over here! Everyone, get over here!”

Zou Mengmeng stepped out from behind Liu Guohua and hurriedly called out to the men scattered around. Everyone began to converge on Wang Ming’s position.

In the blink of an eye, nearly twenty burly men had surrounded Wang Ming.

They were all cracking their knuckles, spitting out insults every now and then.

“You little brat! Bullying my boss’s son!”

“We’re gonna kill you today!”

“Guohua! You don’t need to tell your old man about this kind of thing in the future. Just come find me!”
Zou Mengmeng stood with her hands on her hips, her face full of smugness. “Wang Ming, if you kneel down before me and Guohua right now and bark like a dog twice, I’ll let you go.”

“You dare to start something on the street? In broad daylight?”

Liu Guohua immediately spat on the ground. “Pah! It’s nighttime!”

Wang Ming’s heart was thumping wildly. He wasn’t afraid of any one of them individually, but there were just too many of them.

Forcing a fierce expression, he shouted, “Zou Mengmeng! I didn’t want to accidentally hurt you earlier today, otherwise Liu Guohua’s face would have been pulverized long ago!”

“Still fucking acting tough! Uncle Liu! Get him!” Liu Guohua pointed at Wang Ming and shouted to the man in his thirties leading the group.

“How dare you bully my big brother’s son! Take this!”

The man Liu Guohua called Uncle Liu let out a roar and lunged forward, throwing a punch straight at Wang Ming’s chest.

Wang Ming dodged to the side, barely avoiding the blow.

But immediately after, fists began raining down on him from all directions.

Wang Ming ducked and weaved, trying his best to fend them off.

However, there were simply too many opponents, and he was quickly overwhelmed.

He took several heavy blows to the body, leaving him with a searing, stinging pain.

Before anyone could see where it came from, Wang Ming pulled an iron rod from behind his back.

With a sharp flick, he extended the baton and swung it with all his might, frantically trying to disperse the crowd.

“Stay the fuck back!”

Seeing Wang Ming acting so fierce, the group of nearly twenty men didn’t back down. Instead, several of them burst out laughing.

Liu Guohua’s Uncle Zhang looked on with utter disdain. He rubbed his hands together before pulling a fruit knife from his pocket, a vicious smile playing on his lips.

“Kid, when we were running these streets, you weren’t even fucking born yet! You think you’re the only one who can play with toys?”

Wang Ming’s heart sank instantly as over a dozen men pulled fruit knives from their pockets one after another.

Liu Guohua laughed wantonly. “My dad was the leader of the Fruit Knife Gang back in the day! His skill with a fruit knife was legendary!

To tell you the truth, on these streets, no one dares to deny my father a bit of face.”

Seeing that things were getting serious, Zou Mengmeng got scared and tried to intervene. “Don’t kill him! Just give him a lesson!”

Uncle Liu spat disdainfully. “We’re making him bleed today! We’ll do a hundred thousand yuan worth of damage! Cut him up!”

Upon hearing this, the dozen or so men raised their knives and stepped forward.

Cold sweat poured down Wang Ming’s back, his heart leaping into his throat.

Just as the knives were about to fall in that critical moment, the sound of a motorcade speeding toward them echoed from the distance. Then came the screech of brakes as tires locked up and skidded against the pavement, the piercing sound ringing in everyone’s ears.

A crowd of pedestrians had already gathered at a distance to watch the commotion, and they began whispering among themselves as the motorcade arrived.

“Wow, you don’t see a scene like this every day.”

“They’ve drawn weapons. Should we call the police?”

“Call for what? Just watch the show!”

Liu Guohua, Zou Mengmeng, and the group of thugs all turned their heads toward the roadside.

Wang Ming knew Lin Qi’s people had arrived.

He clutched his chest, gasping for air, a wave of lingering fear washing over him.

A line of black luxury cars parked neatly along the street. The doors opened in unison, and a group of bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses stepped out. With upright postures and synchronized steps, they quickly charged into the crowd, creating a barrier between Wang Ming and the thugs.

A bodyguard opened the rear door of the lead car, and a woman’s long, elegant leg stepped out.

“Who wants to hit my benefactor?”

Lin Qi’s voice, usually sweet and mature, was now bone-chillingly cold.