What the hell is the Yellow Haired Godly Rich System?

"Let's go say hello first." Nitta Akira smiled confidently, got on his motorcycle, skillfully adjusted the rearview mirror, and put on his gloves and helmet. He gave the order, "Brothers, let's go!"

The engine roared instantly, as if a wild beast was roaring.

The other two motorcycles also started one after another. The three motorcycles were arranged in a V-shape and sped out in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The roar of the engines echoed in the empty streets, as if announcing their arrival to the whole world.

Pedestrians on the street glared at this energetic young man who was causing trouble on the street, and had no idea what they could do.

Three motorcycles, a total of five people, all smiling happily, for these bad guys, racing, fighting, and conquering schools are their goals.

Motorcycles sped through the streets, drawing dazzling arcs.

They have only one target, and that is the new boss of Jinghua School - Li Zhiqiu.

Li Zhiqiu sat in the driver's seat of the SUV, his hands on the steering wheel, quietly looking at the scenery outside the car through the window.

Yazi was sitting next to him, with Red Hair and Bald Man sitting in the back seat. They couldn't hide the excitement in their eyes as they finally saw the boss take action. They knew that Li Zhiqiu was very strong, otherwise he would not have been able to take down Fengjian and Koji.

They were all curious, could it be that Li Zhiqiu was the type who looked weak but was actually very good at fighting?

Li Zhiqiu held the cell phone close to his ear as he was talking to Soichiro.

"Don't worry, Brother Sougo Ichiro. I will pay these people. Just treat them as my formal employees. They are all elites with rich professional experience."

"Okay, I'll ask them to ask for the address." Soichiro agreed after a moment of silence. Li Zhiqiu was willing to hire him in order to relieve the personnel pressure of the Inaguchi Society.

This is what makes the Yakuza organizations very uncomfortable.

A certain number of members is needed to maintain the organization and prevent it from being swallowed up by other groups, but these members will become a financial burden on the organization.

The real battle between modern gangs is not that two groups get together to fight and kill each other.

Instead, they use various means, including violence and other gray methods, to destroy the other party's industry.

In this long-term tug-of-war, the party with financial collapse is gradually swallowed up.

The businesses that Yakuza organizations can engage in are limited, so there will be incidents where some members of Yakuza organizations go to buy milk tea.

"By the way, Brother Soichiro." Li Zhiqiu continued, "The people sent here must undergo a political review. Those whose direct relatives are public officials will not be accepted, so as to prevent bad elements from sneaking in and tainting the purity of the team."

"If you want to get involved in the underworld, don't let your family members take the civil service exam, so as not to affect your future and you will never get involved in the underworld."

There was only a busy tone on the phone and Soichiro hung up.

The sun gradually sets in the west, and the afterglow of the sky falls like a watercolor painting, dyeing the streets with a light golden color.

At this quiet and beautiful moment, a sharp roar of an engine suddenly broke the tranquility of the air.

Li Zhiqiu was sitting in the car and saw through the window three motorcycles speeding towards him from a distance. When they were about to reach the bend, they slowed down.

Li Zhiqiu turned to look at Yazi who was sitting in the passenger seat: "Fasten your seat belt, I'll show you my driving skills."

Yazi was stunned for a moment when she heard this, then quickly fastened her seat belt and asked, "Oh, okay. When did you get your driver's license?"

"No test." Li Zhiqiu started the car with a smile.

"?" Yazi was stunned: "Then why look at driving skills?"

"Bumper cars." Li Zhiqiu stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed out like a cheetah.

The off-road vehicle was like a ferocious beast, suddenly rushing out from a stationary state. In an instant, the off-road vehicle was parallel to the leading motorcycle.

Five bad students were sitting on a motorcycle and were about to start cursing.

Li Zhiqiu suddenly turned the steering wheel, and the front of the off-road vehicle swung towards a motorcycle next to it.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the motorcycle was knocked over and the two bad students on the motorcycle fell out with screams.

Li Zhiqiu did not stop. He continued to drive the off-road vehicle forward, targeting the remaining two motorcycles.

The remaining three bad guys had never seen such a scene before.

Li Zhiqiu swung left and right, and instantly knocked the remaining two motorcycles to the ground.

Yazi and Hongmao were both stunned. This was completely different from what they had imagined a one-on-one duel between the bosses.

Chapter 47

Why mess with him?

"Get out of the car." Li Zhiqiu pushed open the door with one hand. Hongmao was sitting in the car. He was immersed in some thoughts just now, but was startled by Li Zhiqiu's voice and came back to his senses.

With trembling hands, he followed Li Zhiqiu out of the car awkwardly.

Yazi followed closely behind with a grim expression. He looked deeply at those bad guys, feeling sorry for them and wondering why they came to provoke this devil.

Li Zhiqiu's eyes swept over the five bad guys lying on the ground. They were covering their wounds and groaning in pain, with fear and unwillingness in their eyes.

"Bastard!" Akira Nitta roared, struggling to stand up while covering his injured arm.

His tall figure in the sunlight looked like a wounded beast, rushing towards Li Zhiqiu with a ferocious face.

When the bad guys on the ground saw this scene, a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in their eyes.

Li Zhiqiu stood there calmly. Just when Xin Tianming was about to rush in front of him, he quickly took out his baton, swung it violently, and hit Xin Tianming on the head with a "bang".

Akira Nitta staggered and almost fell to the ground.

He covered his forehead, blood oozing from between his fingers. He glared at Li Zhiqiu angrily, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

But he had just been hit by a car and his head was hit, his vision went black and his body was out of control.

Li Zhiqiu, however, had a blank expression on his face, holding a baton, and walked towards Xin Tianming.

Xin Tianming widened his eyes and stared at Li Zhiqiu's face which was calm and almost cold.

He instinctively wanted to rush forward and fight Li Zhiqiu to the death.

But the fierce aura emanating from Li Zhiqiu made him involuntarily take a step back.

At this moment, Li Zhiqiu raised the baton in his hand high and smashed it towards Xin Tianming. The baton drew a sharp arc in the air, making a whistling sound, as if it was going to tear the air apart.

Arata Akira widened his eyes in horror and tried to dodge, but it was too late.

The baton hit his shoulder hard, and the huge impact force made him lose his balance instantly, and he fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Ah!" Akira Nitta screamed in pain, feeling sharp pains in his shoulders, as if his bones were about to be broken.

He held his head and curled up into a ball, trying to relieve some of the pain. However, Li Zhiqiu's attack did not stop.

The baton hit Akira Nitta again and again, and each blow made him suffer so much pain that he almost fainted.

His consciousness began to blur, and the only sounds in his ears were the sound of the baton hitting flesh and Li Zhiqiu's cold breathing.

During the whole process, no one dared to speak.

Only the sound of the baton hitting flesh and Akira Nitta's increasingly quiet moans of pain echoed in the air.

Li Zhiqiu fought until Xintian stopped moving and then he felt his arms sore. He slowly raised his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the red-haired man behind him.

Red Hair was standing there, his legs weak and a look of undisguised fear on his face.

Being locked in Li Zhiqiu's gaze, the red-haired boy's body trembled involuntarily, his feet went weak, and he almost fell to the ground.

"What are you afraid of?" Li Zhiqiu frowned: "Go to the back of the car and get the rope."

"Oh, okay." After hearing Li Zhiqiu's instructions, Hongmao woke up as if from a dream and hurriedly stumbled towards the back of the jeep.

The back view looked somewhat funny in the sunlight, but it more revealed an indescribable fear.

Wait for Red Hair to come over.

Li Zhiqiu glanced at the bad guys coldly and pointed at them: "Tie them all up and put them all in the car."

The four bad guys covered their wounds and trembled violently.

They looked at the miserable condition of their boss, Akira Nitta, and didn't even dare to cry out in pain.

They are bad guys, but they just bully honest students. They have never seen such a scene before and they are dumbfounded.

"Ah?" Red Hair was a little confused for a moment. He was just an ordinary delinquent, and kidnapping was a serious crime.

But when he saw Li Zhiqiu's deep and cold eyes, fear instantly surged in his heart.

He did not dare to hesitate and immediately tied up those bad guys according to Li Zhiqiu's request.

With trembling hands, Red Hair picked up the hemp rope and began to tie up the bad guys one by one.

Li Zhiqiu stood aside and watched all this indifferently.

The whole process went unexpectedly smoothly, quickly and orderly, and no one dared to speak or resist.

"Qiu." Yazi came over, looking nervous: "No need to make it so big, right?"

"It's okay." Li Zhiqiu waved his hand: "Get in the car first."

The jeep started moving.

"Okay, sure." Li Zhiqiu's tone was brief and firm. He was on the phone.

The atmosphere in the car was deathly depressing, as if even the air had frozen, making people suffocate.

Hongmao and Yazi sat on the car seat, not daring to breathe, and could only occasionally steal a glance at Li Zhiqiu's stern profile.

The jeep bumped along the way and finally arrived at an abandoned warehouse at the dock.

It is desolate and remote here, with only the sea breeze whistling in my ears, making my heart feel cold.

The walls of the warehouse were covered with patches of rust.

Li Zhiqiu parked the car in front of the warehouse and turned off the engine.

He pushed open the car door, and a sea breeze mixed with a salty smell hit him in the face. He got out of the car and glanced at the four middle-aged men who had been waiting for a long time.

Four middle-aged men stood in a dark corner of an abandoned warehouse, each with varying degrees of disability.

Some were missing their hands, some had faces covered with scars from excessive burns, and their distorted facial features seemed to tell of past pain and struggle.

Others had their bodies covered with knife wounds, and the hideous scars intertwined together to form a thrilling pattern.

They were all dressed like gangsters, wearing black suits, with cold and fierce expressions on their faces.

When Li Zhiqiu walked into the warehouse, the four ferocious middle-aged men bowed in unison and shouted respectfully, "Young Master."

Li Zhiqiu nodded calmly, his eyes swept over the four people one by one, and then said lightly: "Are you all ready?"

He was very satisfied because these four were members who had experienced gunfights in the Inaguchi Society and had retired after being injured.

The Daokou Association provides some financial subsidies on a regular basis.

Li Zhiqiu was willing to pay for re-employment, so Soichiro was of course happy to agree. He immediately followed his request and picked the one with the scariest appearance.

"Ready, young master." One of the middle-aged men who had lost his palm replied respectfully.

Yazi and Hongmao stood aside and witnessed it all, their mouths wide open. Was Li Zhiqiu hiding it so well? So, was his previous collaboration with Murakami Kazama and Nitta Koji just for fun?

As for the four bad guys, there was only despair in their eyes. They began to resent Nitta Akira, wondering why he had to provoke the young master of the underworld. There was only despair in their eyes.

Chapter 48

We are a serious company

As the lights in the warehouse suddenly lit up, the dim space was dispelled by the dazzling white light, revealing a temporary construction space in the center.

It was a simple cubicle surrounded by rough plastic sheeting, exuding a chilling and eerie atmosphere.

In movies, such scenes are often the perfect places for murder and robbery, but at this moment, it actually appeared in front of several bad guys.

Several bad guys were frightened out of their wits in an instant. Their legs seemed to have lost their support and they fell to the ground.

Their faces were pale, and their eyes were filled with fear and despair, as if they had seen their own tragic end.

"I was wrong, please let me go!" One of the bad guys shouted at Li Zhiqiu in a crying voice. His voice echoed in the empty warehouse, sounding extremely desolate and helpless.

Several other bad guys also joined in the begging for mercy. Dignity was thrown out of the window in the face of the fear of death.

Li Zhiqiu had a blank expression on his face and waved at the four gangsters.

Scar nodded, walked forward, and grabbed five bad guys including Akira Nitta. Their movements were skillful and there was no drag at all.