Cosmic-Level Demon God-Chapter 73 - 66: The Torrents of a Stormy Night_2

About half a minute later, the front desk manager cautiously handed over the room card:

"Mr. Cheng, please turn right and take the elevator to the twenty-eighth floor."

Cheng Ze stepped into the elevator, the iron grille slowly descended, and with the rising numbers on the rolling display, the twenty-eighth floor arrived shortly.

"Brother Ze."

The bodyguards on both sides exchanged glances and then apologized in unison, stopping Cheng Ze to conduct a body search.

After confirming he was not carrying any weapons, they let him through.

Obviously, the entire Righteous Fist Society knew about A Biao’s tragic death in the ring and believed this incident would anger Boss Ze of North Guan Street.

He walked down the carpeted hallway and was stopped by the bodyguard at the suite door for another body search to ensure absolute safety.

"Brother Hao."

Cheng Ze stepped out of the hallway and stood in the middle of the living room.

The presidential suite at the Black Flame Hotel was decorated in a magnificent old-style elegance, with every detail exuding nobility and dignity.

Especially the four-to-five-meter-large executive desk in the main living room, complemented by the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows in the back, offering a wide-open view, an overwhelming sense of superiority and success washed over him.

"A Biao’s death was an accident."

Qin Lihao was still in a white suit with peak lapels and double-breasted buttons, making his shoulders appear broad and waist thick, giving him an exceptionally strong appearance.

"I was discussing a freight business deal with old Zheng from Zhou City. You know he loves thrill seeking.

He got bored of pretty girls, so he wanted to watch some violent fights. But just fighting and seeing blood without betting was no fun, so we gambled on the profits."

Cheng Ze remained silent; losing tens of thousands in a fight wouldn’t affect Brother Hao much.

However, the post-business profit sharing involved significant stakes.

Losing two bouts in a row and the unknown amount lost, it’s no wonder Brother Hao was furious.

"I’ve known A Biao for so many years and he’s a decent fighter. I gave him a shot of Nine Dragon Euphoric before the fight, thinking it would be fine... Forget it, losing three bouts and fifteen percent of the profits. I don’t want to talk about it anymore."

A Biao was your brother, and losing him like this must be hard for you. Later, go to the finance department and get some money to handle his funeral properly."

Qin Lihao turned his back, holding a thick cigar between his fingers:

"Don’t worry, I’ll get back at old Zheng for this! He embarrassed me, next time I’ll step on his face!"

Cheng Ze remained expressionless as he asked:

"Brother Hao, A Biao had no family. The Righteous Fist Society was his home. Can we keep the nursing home?"

Qin Lihao frowned:

"The company is also having a hard time, Ah Ze. I took on the Old Town District redevelopment project in one go, partnered with Zhou City and contacted Barrier City to buy land and develop medicine fields. The funding chain is severely strained.

Your loyalty is commendable, but I can’t feed idle people. My father taught me from a young age, no work means no food!"

Cheng Ze wanted to say more, but the phone at the executive desk rang again, and Qin Lihao turned to pick up the receiver.

After listening for a moment, his frown deepened:

"Got it."

He hung up the phone with a simple acknowledgment, looking displeased at Cheng Ze:

"Ah Ze, your men got into a fight with A Ji’s people. Because of A Biao, I’ll let it slide this time.

I know you’ve followed my father for many years, but as the saying goes, "New rulers bring new courtiers." When my father was in charge, you worked hard. But with me in charge, you keep making excuses.

I asked you to buy land, but in a week, how much did you acquire? Not even close to A Ji’s three days of progress! Ah Ze, I don’t want others to say I’m ungrateful to old acquaintances, so you better straighten up."

Cheng Ze bowed his head:

"From now on, I’ll manage the docks. Old Factory Street can go to Brother Ji."

Qin Lihao nodded, satisfied:

"Hmm, since you care so much about the old brothers from the Righteous Fist Society, let them follow you to move cargo and earn their keep. Once the development of Old Factory Street progresses, I’ll give you a few plots there."

Cheng Ze bent over and bowed:

"Thank you, Brother Hao."

"I’ll set up a table later. You and A Ji should have a drink, making peace."

Qin Lihao placed the cigar on the holder, allowing it to extinguish naturally:

"Everyone’s working for the company, contributing to the company. Don’t get too hostile."

Cheng Ze nodded and sat on the right side of the sofa at Brother Hao’s signal.

He placed his hands on his knees and gazed at the Galaxy clock on the executive desk.

...

...

In the afternoon, a minute past four.

"Young Master Jie. What a coincidence!"

In front of the fountain square at Black Flame Hotel, seeing the classic red sports car, Luo Jie hurried over like a keen concierge to open the car door.

"Brother Ji, it’s you."

The fashionably dressed young man with sunglasses stepped out of the car:

"Are you here to report to Brother San?"

With a fawning smile and a helpless tone, Luo Jie replied:

"Ah, don’t mention it, my men were beaten up by Ah Ze’s guys, severely injured, several were sent to the emergency room."

The young man took off his sunglasses:

"Cheng Ze from North Guan Street? Brother San doesn’t back you up, always letting him ride over you. In terms of capability and loyalty to the company, ten Cheng Zes can’t match you, Brother Ji."

Luo Jie sighed, with a hint of grievance:

"Ah Ze is an old employee of the company, with deeper seniority than me."

The young man sneered and patted Luo Jie’s shoulder:

"Don’t worry, Brother Ji. I’ll talk to Brother San. He’s been annoyed by those old senior employees holding onto their positions without doing any work.

A few days ago, Brother San scolded Cheng Ze, saying he was not proactive with buying land and slow with property acquisitions... By the way, Brother Ji, you mentioned there were many pretty girls at the girls’ school in Dangyang East Suburb last time. Is that true?"

Luo Jie’s eyes lit up and he leaned in:

"Is Young Master Jie interested?"

The young man licked his lips, his once handsome face looking greasy:

"That crazy woman Lin Yunqing almost broke my leg last time. I was bedridden for almost half a month, it’s driving me crazy. Brother San keeps a close watch on me, not allowing me to mess around in the Urban Circle. Brother Ji, do you have any connections?"

Luo Jie knew well that compared to the volatile and sinister Qin Lihao, dealing with Qin Zhijie who was pampered since childhood was easier.

He chuckled:

"I’m currently in charge of the demolition of Old Factory Street. If Young Master Jie wants to have fun, arrangements can be made any time, guaranteed to be fresh and untouched."

Qin Zhijie listened, feeling hot and eager, wanting to chat further with Luo Jie immediately.

"Brother Ji, let’s go up together..."

"Sir, you can’t park here. Please move your car!"

The figure in the bellboy uniform, with the cap pulled very low, approached.

"Are you blind? This is Brother Hao’s younger brother! Don’t you know who owns Black Flame Hotel?"

Luo Jie yelled angrily.

"Qin Lihao’s brother? Qin Zhijie?"

The bellboy seemed slightly surprised.

"Lift your head, I don’t think I’ve seen you before!"

Luo Jie suddenly felt something was off. How dare a hotel bellboy call Brother Hao by name?

As he sensed something wrong, the figure lunged, an intense electric shock instantly coursing through his body.

"What the hell are you..."

Qin Zhijie reacted a split-second too slow, only to be knocked unconscious by an approaching concierge.

A delivery van for the hotel conveniently stopped, blocking most of the view.

The two unconscious men were shoved into the back seat.

...

...

At 5:30 in the afternoon.

Qin Lihao, growing impatient, instructed his men to call Luo Jie’s phone, but it went unanswered.

"What the hell is A Ji up to!"

His anger began to flare.

5:40 PM.

The phone rang.

A long silence followed.

After listening to the demands from the other side, the veins on Qin Lihao’s temple pulsed violently:

"There’s no turning back now, my friend. Messing with the Qin Family is not a wise choice. If you need money, I, Qin Lihao, love to make friends, especially through money. Name your price."

A long beep followed as the line went dead.

Qin Lihao tightened his grip, crushing the receiver.

Suddenly, he turned his fierce and sharp gaze on Cheng Ze sitting on the sofa:

"Ah Ze!"

"What’s happened, Brother Hao?"

Cheng Ze’s eyes were full of confusion.

"Nothing. A Ji and A Jie are in trouble. You stay here, don’t go anywhere."

Qin Lihao ordered Cheng Ze, who had stood up, to sit back down. With a grim face, he strode out of the suite.

"It’s raining."

Cheng Ze leaned back into the sofa, his gaze piercing through the floor-to-ceiling window.

The dark clouds were torn apart by lightning.

Torrential rain finally poured down on the world!