Cosmic Demon

Chapter 68 I would rather be a bully than a stray dog ​​(First order check-in point)
“The local community is so rude.”

Qin Shi ran back to the shed holding an umbrella. The road outside Baogong Street was full of potholes and rotten due to the excavators and electric drills working at night.

The rainwater carried with it the mud, sand and gravel, forming a dirty and turbid stream, leaving people with nowhere to stand.

Even though Qin Shi had a bonus of 18 vitality points and was able to use agile and flexible movements, he could not avoid getting his running shoes and trouser legs dirty.

"Fortunately the sewer is not blocked, otherwise how can we live here!"

While Qin Shi was feeling fortunate, he was also thinking that, given the wicked nature of those rascals in the Yiquan Society, they might be willing to do such a dirty job as damaging the sewage pipes and further disgusting the surrounding residents.

"If I continue like this, I will fall into the clutches of that bitch Lin Yunqing. I will be forced to live in her big villa, letting her take advantage of me and leading a miserable life of being inferior to others!"

Qin Shi secretly felt sorry for himself.

The youngest child, Qin Lan, is staying at the home of a female classmate with whom she is close, so there is no need to worry.

Currently, the demolition areas are limited to Baogong Street, Weigong Street and Jianshe Road.

The residential areas in the west are relatively quiet and have not been affected yet.

"I really just want to study hard and live a peaceful life."

Qin Shi quickly stepped over the threshold and rushed into the house.

He folded up his umbrella and placed it upside down outside.

Take out the stored chicken breast and broccoli from the refrigerator, wash them and blanch them, skim off the foam, and immediately place them on a plate.

Muscle-building meal completed!
Under the effect of professional skills, Qin Shi synthesized items like playing a game. He could just put the corresponding materials together and get what he wanted.

"It's amazing! I thought... this can be eaten and it can help build muscle!"

Qin Shi muttered softly, picked up a portion of boiled chicken breast that even dogs wouldn't eat and started to bite into it.

The horrible taste of being woody, dry and inedible did not cause any impact.

The Longxiangji nutritional paste that he had been enjoying for more than half a month had completely destroyed his sense of taste.

"No wonder everyone says that the best talent for fitness is a loss of taste! If you want to save time in the future, just boil the chicken breast into minced meat and eat it with broccoli juice."

A shocking thought flashed through Qin Shi’s mind.

Among all the "students" who have tried his muscle-building meal, only Cao Bin praised it highly and regarded this ridiculously sloppy "food" as the number one must-eat on Jiuchang Street.

In contrast, Zhou Ning's face was grim every time, his facial features were distorted, and he swallowed with difficulty, and kept drinking water to suppress the urge to vomit.

"It can be seen that Xiao Zhou's determination to gain muscle is not sincere enough."

After easily finishing the muscle-building meal for two, Qin Shi’s sense of fullness increased slightly.

After ensuring that the physical energy is consumed sufficiently, I began to train hard.

Forty minutes later, sweating and panting, he simply wiped his body with a towel.

Then, he fell into a deep sleep.

"Use every minute and every second to make the most of your time!"

Perhaps it was the increasingly chaotic situation in Jiuchang Street, or perhaps it was the desire to climb up and escape from the quagmire, Qin Shi was extremely eager to break through the 20-point vitality mark.

In his sleep, he attacked the naked man in boxers with a vitality of fifty points again and again.

He was becoming more and more proficient at the Fengquan Style, as if it was deeply engraved in his mind and was about to become a physical instinct.

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At 7:20 in the evening.

In the presidential suite of the Black Flame Hotel, the capable assistant in suits and trousers reported the intelligence:
"Brother Hao, I didn't find anything! I just know that a van intercepted Master Jie and Brother Ji and took them out of the city..."

This bad news further irritated Qin Lihao's nerves, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip out:

"Kidnapped in broad daylight outside the hotel! Is there still law in the metropolitan area? Ah!"

The corners of his subordinate's mouth twitched. It was really incongruous to hear the word "king's law" coming from Brother Hao's mouth.

Almost nothing they did would stand up to scrutiny.

"You're so brave to kidnap my brother!"

Qin Lihao tried hard to control his manic emotions, unbuttoned his double-breasted suit, and his strong and sturdy pectoral muscles rose and fell.

The bad-tempered CEO of Yuhai Urban Construction opened the drawer and took out a set of injections.

The needle was inserted skillfully and several liquids were mixed in proportion.

After gently shaking, the translucent emerald green color ripples.

Qin Lihao's eyes showed obsession as he admired it quietly.

After a while, he asked:
"I asked you to use your connections to get surveillance from the Inspection Department, but there was no result?"

Seeing that the boss was about to give him another injection, the man in the suit felt a chill in his heart and wanted to run away:
"I asked a friend to follow this clue and found out that the van was responsible for delivering drinks to the lobby and the executive corridor every day. The camera didn't capture its face. The real deliveryman was knocked unconscious and thrown into a trash can, and we couldn't get any clues from him..."

The Qin family of Yancheng was a pioneer family a long time ago. Later, due to the premature death of the half-step master who cultivated the mind, their power gradually weakened. It was not until the main branch left and the side branches took power and became active in various fields that they regained some of their prestige.

By the time it was passed down to Qin Lihao's generation, he had already been involved in both black and white, and was able to cover the sky with one hand.

"Has the van been found?"

Qin Lihao gave himself an injection, and the cold liquid injected into his body slightly relieved the dryness.

"We stopped at the Shimen Archway on Jiuchang Street. We searched it thoroughly and found no trace of hair or fingerprints. We are very experienced."

The man in the suit answered.

"The electronic blockade of Old Factory Street is the most severe. The explosion that year was so horrific that it caused a huge disaster and almost awakened the 'evil creature' sleeping on this planet."

As one of the successors of the Qin family in Yancheng, Qin Lihao knew many secrets. He narrowed his eyes and thought, and suddenly asked:
"You say, is it possible that it was Cheng Ze's wild dog?"

The man in the suit didn't dare to give an answer, and said vaguely:

"Brother Ze, he was in the hotel at that time..."

Qin Lihao bared his sharp white teeth, with a violent look in his eyes:

"Send people to Old Factory Street to search! Dig deep to catch them!"

The man in the suit was trembling with fear, as if he was facing a cold and ferocious carnivorous creature, and he felt a deep fear in his bones.

He asked tremblingly:

"Boss, do you need the inspection team to help?"

A fierce look flashed across Qin Lihao's face, and his extremely strong arm stretched out like lightning, with dark blue veins bulging out and emerging from the skin. The man in the suit's hand was like a chicken being pinched, and his feet slowly left the ground.

The suit man's physique weighing nearly 200 pounds allowed Qin Lihao to lift it with one hand effortlessly, and his powerful strength was gradually released as his muscles swelled.

"My Qin family was kidnapped, and we have to ask the Metropolitan Area Inspection Team to solve it? Why, are those with the surname Chen and Lin superior?!"

The man in the suit's face turned red, his capillaries were compressed, showing a hint of purple, and he was almost suffocated.

Boom!
Qin Lihao swung his hand and threw the man in the suit who was about to be strangled to death aside, then knelt on the carpet and gasped.

"Let Cheng Ze go back! Isn't he the boss of Beiguan Street? Give him two days to find Ajie! I don't want to use other means and make a big fuss!"

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At ten o'clock in the evening, it was raining heavily.

The big water droplets hit the car window with a crackling sound, splashing layers of mist. Cheng Ze glanced at the man in the suit in the driver's seat, and the handprint on his neck was clearly visible:
"Ahao, thank you for sending me back."

The man in a suit named "Jiang Hao" is Hao Ge's confidant. He lifted his collar and said with a smile:
"Brother Ze, you're too polite. When I first joined the Yiquan Club, you were the one who took me under your wing. You even treated me to beef hotpot."

Cheng Ze's eyes were dazed:

"I almost forgot, Hao, you are also from the Righteous Boxing Club. I haven't been to the boxing club for a long time."

Jiang Hao pursed his lips. In the past few years, Brother Hao took over Yuhai, absorbed fresh blood, and activated more obedient and younger brothers. Old people like Brother Ze were gradually marginalized.

"Brother Hao actually thinks highly of you, Brother Ze. But he is... impatient and doesn't like others to refute or talk back. Brother Ze, don't always go against Brother Hao in the future. Just do whatever he asks you to do."

Cheng Ze nodded:
"I don't have much brains and I'm not very good at reading people's faces. Thanks for reminding me, Hao. I'll get off here when we get there."

He opened the car door, and the pouring rain was blown by the wind, rushing over his body like a turbulent river.

"I'll get you an umbrella, Ze-ge!"

Jiang Hao pulled out an umbrella from the side of the car door, opened it and handed it to Cheng Ze.

"Thanks."

Cheng Ze did not refuse, took it and strode towards home.

"Boss, Brother Ze has entered the house. As you instructed, I put a micro-locator in the umbrella handle. However, the Old Factory Street is special and the signal is not very clear. It takes a while to capture the moving track."

Jiang Hao, dripping wet, returned to the car, opened his phone cover, dialed a number, and reported quietly:

"I'll keep an eye on him."

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Cheng Ze closed the door, folded up the umbrella, and placed it against the door frame, not minding the rain soaking the carpet.

He pressed the switch on the wall, and the bright chandelier illuminated the not-so-spacious room.

The residence of this Beiguan Street boss is not a high-end apartment or a single-family villa as outsiders guess.

Although Cheng Ze has purchased properties in the central area of ​​the urban circle, in the more developed areas of the eastern suburbs of Dangyang.

But the most frequently visited place is the resettlement house adjacent to the factory.

After changing out of his wet clothes and drying his hair with a towel, Cheng Ze calmly began to cook, as if he didn't take the kidnapping of Rocky and Hao's younger brother from the Yiquan Club seriously at all.

Not long after, the cold-boiled rice noodles and stewed pork ribs with beans were served on the table.

He filled his bowl and ate it in big mouthfuls, finishing half the pot of rice in no time.

He took a tissue to wipe his mouth, then poured himself a glass of boiled water and gulped it down.

He got up, went into the bedroom, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out the covered photo frame.

It was an old photo with blurry colors. It showed a man and a woman standing in an open space with several chimneys and factory buildings in the background.

The man smiled honestly and simply, and the woman held the child in her hands and kissed his round face.

This scene happened to be captured in the photo and became the only family photo.

The plastic film on the surface of the photo rolled up. Cheng Ze stroked it with his palm, looked at it carefully for a moment, took it out of the photo frame, smoothed it carefully and put it in his pocket.

He sat on the edge of the bed, waited until the clock struck eleven fifty-eight, and turned off all the lights in the room.

But Cheng Ze did not go to bed. He pushed open the door of the utility room, lifted the carpet and pulled up the cover.

There is a simple passage below, with an iron escalator leading directly to the vegetable cellar behind the house.

Long time ago, every household in Jiuchang Street would build cellars to store large quantities of vegetables and fruits for the winter.

Generally, the pit is dug four or five meters deep, with earth bricks at the bottom and a sturdy wooden frame built on top, then covered with corn stalks, leaving only an entrance and exit.

Cheng Ze walked down step by step, stepped on solid ground, pulled the light cord, and the light bulb lit up with a snap.

Although it is windy and rainy outside, water does not get in here because it is well sealed.

Tungsten filament bulbs were hung from the ceiling through wires, and two outlines were reflected in the dim light.

As Cheng Ze walked over, he discovered that they were two naked figures.

They were tied to chairs with thick and tough ropes and black bags were covered over their heads.

As if they heard some noise, they shook themselves vigorously, and with their mouths tightly sealed with tape, they whimpered, trying to make every possible sound.

"Brother Ji, we meet again."

Cheng Ze tore off the black cloth bag that blocked the light, stared at the terrified Rocky, held the back of his head with his palm, and led him forward:

"Now tell me, does it hurt when this wild dog bites you?"

Rocky's throat rolled. He never expected that Cheng Ze would dare to directly hire someone to kidnap him.

If Brother Hao finds out, he will be killed without a burial place!

"You mean to say, how can a stray dog ​​like me, begging for food in Jiuchang Street, fight against the Qin family in Yancheng?"

The anger and rage that had been suppressed for several days finally burst out, making Cheng Ze's tough face look even more ferocious:
"The Qin family has been acting like a local tyrant in Yancheng for so long. Do they really think that everyone should be afraid of them? Qin Lihao should be thankful that Hengzhou has been blocking him for so many years, allowing him to act tyrannically for so long."

Rocky's legs were trembling. The buzz-cut man in front of him was very different from the Aze he had dealt with in the past. Even though the latter had some reputation in the underworld, he was always very respectful when he saw Brother Hao or himself, like a sick cat with wilted hair.

Where has he ever shown such a ferocious and bandit-like rage?
tear!
The black tape that sealed his mouth was torn off. Rocky took a few deep breaths and begged for mercy:
"Brother Ze! I was wrong. I was blind! Please be magnanimous and don't hold it against me for the things I have offended you in the past!"

Cheng Ze grinned:
"The rules of the underworld are to buy your life with money. Brother Ji, how much money can you pay to buy your life?"

Rocky's head was buzzing, his eyes were moving rapidly, and he spoke quickly and rapidly:
"The money is all in the bank account in the metropolitan area. I have two safes at home, which contain hundreds of thousands of cash..."

Cheng Ze shook his head gently:

"Leaving Hengzhou and heading for the sea of ​​stars, money is just waste paper. Brother Ji, you are very insincere."

Rocky wanted to say a few more words to defend himself, but his mouth was taped shut again. He watched Cheng Ze walk up to Qin Zhijie, take off the hood, and then greet him:

"Master Jie, do you know me?"

The stripped Qin Zhijie trembled all over and nodded repeatedly.

"You know Brother Hao's temper, he's very arrogant, never looks at people squarely, and thinks his subordinates are all street dogs who rely on the Qin family for food.

He always thinks he is the most ruthless and doesn’t understand the situation.”

Cheng Ze straightened his back, walked between the two seats, came to the corner of the wall, and grabbed the rusty hatchet used for logging.

He untied the thick hemp rope that bound Qin Zhijie's hands, grasped his right palm, and chopped it down without saying a word!
woo-

Qin Zhijie's eyes bulged out with his mouth taped shut, his whole body convulsed in pain, and he struggled violently but couldn't make a sound.

Rocky's face was splattered with blood and he looked like he was frightened.

Cheng Ze put down the hatchet and took out an iron box from the vegetable cellar.

Inside was an old flip phone, a long cell phone battery, and an unopened SIM card.

He finished the assembly without changing his expression and made a phone call:
"Send Qin Lihao his brother's hand and tell him that he only has two days! The conditions remain the same: five bottles of high-grade minerals, a set of loading fluid, and ten units of high-energy batteries. Or he can get deuterium nuclear fuel rods.

For every hour of delay, one of Qin Zhijie's fingers will be cut off! I heard that Central City has prosthetic implant technology, but no matter how advanced it is, it can't make fragmented objects return to their original state! "

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