"Really?"

He Zongguan's eyes flickered with a hint of doubt, clearly not entirely convinced.

But after exchanging a brief glance with Qin Fang, he quickly nodded, pulled a business card from his pocket, and spoke while handing it over.

"Alright, this is my card. If your friend ever comes to Hong Kong Island, feel free to contact me anytime..."

Though it was called a business card, it was actually just a simple card with a phone number written on it. Many big shots preferred this style, especially someone like He Zongguan, whose identity couldn't openly be disclosed.

It wouldn't make sense for his card to read "Underground World, Black Fist Alliance, Hong Kong Island Division Head, He Whoever," after all!

Qin Fang accepted the card without hesitation. Regardless of whether He Zongguan misunderstood his earlier glance, having this contact information meant Qin Fang had achieved his goal.

With that, Qin Fang, Qu Da, and Kong Er were about to leave. On the other side, Yamamoto and his group had left long ago, thoroughly humiliated and unwilling to risk further disgrace at Qin Fang's hands.

"Qin Fang, what's your bank account number? I'll transfer the money to you..."

Qin Fang had won this underground match. Beyond the earnings from the fight itself, he had also placed a sizeable bet — with Qu Yuancheng placing the wager on his behalf. Qu Yuancheng, being family, wasn't someone who would fleece him, so it was only natural for the winnings to go to Qin Fang.

Initially, Qin Fang intended to decline, but after much persuasion from Qu Yuancheng, he handed over his Swiss Bank account details, letting him handle the transfer.

Shortly afterward, Qin Fang received a notification of the deposit. It left him momentarily stunned...

"Big Brother, are you sure there's no mistake? Why did you transfer 15 million US dollars to my account?"

His Swiss Bank account had suddenly gained 15 million US dollars — almost 100 million RMB. Naturally, Qin Fang found it startling.

"That's your winnings! I've already recouped the initial 10 million. The betting odds were 1.2:1, so you earned 12 million. The other 3 million is your bonus from winning the match."

Qu Yuancheng explained calmly and succinctly.

"Uh..."

Only then did Qin Fang realize that payouts for bets in the Black Fist Arena were calculated in US dollars rather than RMB, which he was more accustomed to.

"Damn, this kind of money really does come fast..."

Although Qin Fang wasn't quite used to it, he had to admit that earning through such shady methods was undeniably swift — whether it was being an assassin, boxer, or something similar!

Of course, assassins and underground boxers risk their lives for the money, so it's understandable why high earnings are necessary — otherwise, who would enter such dangerous fields?

...

Somewhere on Hong Kong Island.

The Witch Jiang Rou, someone Qin Fang felt best kept at arm's length, stood by the window of a luxurious villa, elegantly clad in a seductive cheongsam.

Beyond the expansive floor-to-ceiling window lay a stunning vista of the blue ocean, its waves washing over the golden sands — an extraordinarily picturesque scene.

The sea breeze gently stirred Jiang Rou's jet-black hair as she stood sideways by the window, accentuating her strikingly alluring sensuality.

Moments later, the door to the room opened, and a middle-aged man with a sinister yet dignified air entered, flanked by loyal guards.

The man bore distinct Southeast Asian features that made his origins unmistakable, despite being in Hong Kong Island.

"General Cha Cai, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

Jiang Rou immediately turned around, approaching confidently with a dazzling, sultry smile as she extended her hand to greet him.

"Miss Jiang, may I know why you invited me here?"

General Cha Cai's expression remained stoic, his eyes coldly indifferent to Jiang Rou's beauty. His tone was mechanical, straight to the point, setting a professional boundary from the outset.

"General Cha Cai, I invited you here to discuss our upcoming transaction... Before we finalize things, I'd like to talk with you in detail."

Jiang Rou remained unperturbed, her radiant smile intact as she stepped back and calmly explained her purpose.

"Discuss business?"

General Cha Cai's brow furrowed subtly, his surprise evident. But soon, his tone hardened. "Miss Jiang, I know Han Long trusts you, but... I don't."

His blunt distrust was unmistakable as he spoke, his words sharp as knives.

"Business discussions? Fine... Let Han Long come here himself! Otherwise... there's nothing to discuss!"

General Cha Cai didn't hold back, rejecting Jiang Rou outright with fury, not bothering to spare her feelings despite her charm and beauty.

"You truly wish to see Han Long? Or do you wish to negotiate solely with him?"

Jiang Rou's expression remained unchanged, her sly smile unwavering, speaking with an unmistakable air of amusement.

"If that's the case, then I'll bring Han Long out for you..."

Jiang Rou's smile grew even brighter.

Clap. Clap~~

She lightly clapped her hands, as though signaling to someone.

The room's door opened again, and a figure in a wheelchair was slowly pushed inside. Upon closer inspection, it was none other than the infamous Southeast Asian drug lord Han Long!

"This..."

But now, Han Long sat motionless in the wheelchair, with a grotesque gash across his neck, though already cleaned. Even so, his presence radiated something deeply unsettling.

Despite his familiarity with death, as a high-ranking figure of the Golden Triangle, General Cha Cai couldn't suppress his shock at Han Long's condition.

"What in the world happened here? You... you... you killed Han Long?"

General Cha Cai's expression twisted in horror as he alternated his gaze between Han Long's lifeless body and Jiang Rou, shouting with disbelief.

At his words, the eight guards around him swiftly drew their guns, all aimed squarely at the enigmatic beauty Jiang Rou.

"General Cha Cai, please have your men put down their guns. I'm just a fragile, helpless woman; being surrounded by guns like this frightens me terribly..."

Jiang Rou, unfazed by the firearms, maintained her composure. Her tone was playful, almost mockingly, while feigning vulnerability.

But anyone could hear the teasing undertone in her words.

"Hmph..."

General Cha Cai snorted in anger, clearly unimpressed by her feigned softness or flirtation.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang~~

Suddenly, amidst his frustration, a series of strange muffled sounds echoed nearby.

General Cha Cai whirled around to locate the source, only to find his eight gun-wielding guards felled to the ground — each bearing a starkly red handprint.

"Blood Hand Print… You… you're the Bloody Demon!"

General Cha Cai's arrogance promptly vanished, replaced by terror. His guards had dropped silently, their bodies lifeless, as his brain connected the ominous handprints to an infamously violent figure from the Underground World—one synonymous with ruthless efficiency and bloodshed. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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