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"Well, Jiang Chen, I didn't expect you to be so capable. How about we finish eating and then leave? I feel like it's not safe to stay here for long. Once we get back to Tianfu City, we won't have to worry even if they come looking for us, but here, after all, is their territory," Xiong Sumei said nervously.
Although Xiong Sumei usually presented herself as a cold and aloof rich girl, she was still an ordinary person. It was inevitable that she would feel anxious when faced with situations beyond her comprehension.
"I just booked the presidential suite. If we don't stay the night, wouldn't that be a waste? Miss Xiong, don't worry; they don't have the guts to come after me," Jiang Chen replied with a smile, exuding confidence.
"Are you really sure? I'm still quite worried. That Boss Jin doesn't seem like a good person," Xiong Sumei said, her heart still racing.
"Actually, I'm not exactly a good person either. Now, let's eat. Don't overthink it; I need you to drive tomorrow. We should eat well tonight and recharge our energy," Jiang Chen said playfully, which did help ease Xiong Sumei's mood.
After staring at Jiang Chen for a moment, seeing no hint of worry in his eyes calmed Xiong Sumei's nerves.
After leaving the hotel, Jin Shengkai naturally went to the hospital first to get his ear bandaged before making a call to his powerful backer.
Jin Shengkai's backer was Zhao Weiqian, the Underground Boss of Southwest Province.
More than two years ago, the Underground Boss of Southwest Province was Feng Laowu, but he died at Jiang Chen's hands. This led to chaos in the Southwest Province's underground world as various factions vied for the position of Underground Leader.
Zhao Weiqian was one of those factions. He was clever enough to gain support from Xiao Junyong, the Central China Underground Leader.
Xiao Junyong was more than willing to support Zhao Weiqian's rise. Over the past two years, Zhao Weiqian had firmly established himself as the top figure in the Southwest Province's underground world, with a scale even greater than that of Feng Laowu during his reign.
That night, Zhao Weiqian was at Xiao Junyong's residence in Jiang City, chatting and paying his respects.
After dinner, Xiao Junyong and Zhao Weiqian sat together drinking tea. Xiao Junyong continued his usual advice: Zhao Weiqian should act low-key and avoid offending anyone. Feng Laowu served as a cautionary tale; he himself was also a warning.
"Brother Xiao, who exactly is Mr. Jiang? You seem quite secretive about him," Zhao Weiqian asked curiously.
"Ah, I really don't know and wouldn't dare to inquire further. He's not even human; his strength is simply unfathomable. When you meet him in the future, make sure—absolutely make sure—not to offend him. Offending Mr. Jiang means only one path: death. Feng Laowu is a living example; you wouldn't want to end up like him, would you?" Even after two years, mentioning Jiang Chen still made Xiao Junyong feel anxious and fearful.
"Brother Xiao, rest assured; even if I had a thousand times more courage, I wouldn't dare offend Mr. Jiang. But it seems I haven't heard any news about him for over two years?" Zhao Weiqian said seriously. Although he had never met Jiang Chen, he had long heard of his reputation. Every time he met with Xiao Junyong, he would be warned repeatedly about this unseen Mr. Jiang. Now he had become a nightmare in Zhao Weiqian's mind; just hearing about any young man with the surname Jiang made his heart race.
"Yes, it's been over two years since we've heard anything from Mr. Jiang—it's as if he vanished into thin air. To be honest, I hope I don't hear any news about him; his existence is simply a nightmare for people like us. If we're not careful, we might offend him. My business in Central China has been affected these past two years; my profits haven't matched what I used to make in just six months before this. It's tough," Xiao Junyong lamented, still shaken by the fear instilled by Jiang Chen.
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