What the hell is the Yellow Haired Godly Rich System?

Of course he didn't guess anything and was just pretending to be calm.

He knew that this conversation was of vital importance to him, so he pretended to remain calm and tried his best to take the initiative in the negotiation.

And the involvement of the police has made the whole thing spiral into an increasingly dangerous situation.

Li Zhiqiu stared into Qianhe's eyes closely: "I want to know, what is Fengjian's purpose in targeting me?"

He originally felt that Fengjian's bullying of him came out of nowhere, and there was indeed something behind it.

Qianhe stared at Li Zhiqiu, her fingers tapping lightly on the table, making a subtle and rhythmic sound. Her eyes were deep and sharp, trying to see into Li Zhiqiu's true thoughts.

She was silent for a while, as if she was weighing some options.

Finally, she spoke, her voice firm: "There is a juvenile offender named Nitta who takes advantage of bad students in the school to blackmail them, and he also has close ties with the underworld loan sharks."

"Is Nitta behind Fengjian a Yakuza organization?" Li Zhiqiu's heart suddenly sank. Involving a Yakuza organization, this matter was beyond his ability.

When Qianhe saw that Li Zhiqiu finally couldn't maintain that calm smile, a smile of success appeared on the corner of her mouth, but she quickly restrained it.

Children who appear too calm are always unpopular.

Chizuru needed to make him understand the seriousness of this matter.

"Nitta is not a member of the Yakuza. He will sell the debts of the students who owe money to the Yakuza and make a profit from it."

Li Zhiqiu breathed a sigh of relief and narrowed his eyes: "So what do I need to do?"

Qianhe looked at Li Zhiqiu, a gleam of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.

She crossed her legs and said in a relaxed but serious tone: "We adults will handle these complicated matters. Your main task now is to study hard and don't let these things affect your studies."

She paused, her tone becoming serious: "Of course, if you encounter any danger or find any clues, notify me immediately. I will take immediate action to ensure your safety."

Upon hearing this, Li Zhiqiu secretly mocked himself for being too naive.

He was indeed overthinking it. After all, reality was not a novel. How could the police allow a high school student to cooperate in the investigation?

He looked at Qianhe again, and he didn't know if it was psychological reason, but he saw some integrity in her brows.

She specially called him out, and this policewoman is quite nice.

Li Zhiqiu then smiled sincerely, and looked at Qianhe: "Don't worry, Officer Qianhe, I will notify you as soon as possible if there is any danger."

Qianhe couldn't help feeling a little surprised to see Li Zhiqiu being so cooperative and sensible.

She originally thought that Li Zhiqiu might have some unnecessary thoughts because of this matter, but now it seems that he seems to have fully understood what she meant and is willing to do as she asked.

Qianzuru nodded with satisfaction and said softly, "Okay, then just focus on your studies. We adults will take care of the rest. Remember to keep it a secret for me at school."

After saying that, she stood up, paid the bill at the front desk, and left the coffee shop.

Li Zhiqiu sat there, took a deep breath, and tried to keep himself calm. His brain was working fast, thinking about how to deal with it next.

He understood that he could not naively rely on Chizuru or anyone else for his safety.

Chizuru is a good person, but it is impossible for her to protect him all the time.

He has now been targeted by Kazama, and behind him is the even more dangerous Nitta.

These people will not let him go.

Even if he could escape, if these people attacked his grandmother, the biggest disadvantage for the police would be that they could only wait passively for the other party to attack before they could fight back.

Li Zhiqiu's eyes gradually became dangerous.

He left the coffee shop. The street lights were dim and his back was stretched out in the night, revealing a lonely and determined aura.

He came to a supermarket, pushed open the door and walked in, going straight to the sporting goods area. He picked up a baseball bat, weighed it in his hand, and found it to be of moderate weight and felt good.

He also picked out some other props such as gloves and masks.

When paying the bill, Li Zhiqiu handed the 10,000 yen that Fengjian gave him to the cashier.

Walking out of the supermarket, Li Zhiqiu took a deep breath and felt the cold touch of the baseball bat in his hand. His feet began to tremble inexplicably because of fear and excitement.

Tokyo Adachi goes to the apartment.

"You're just pretty, but if you refuse my invitation, I'll end up getting you into bed sooner or later." Watanabe returned home drunk. He staggered out the key and tried to lock it.

At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly appeared behind him.

Then came the sound of a baseball bat breaking through the air.

Relying on his drunken instincts and a hint of sobriety, Watanabe showed an agility that was inconsistent with his bloated figure. He quickly moved his body downward and avoided the fatal blow.

The bat didn't hit him hard, it just grazed his forehead lightly, but it still made him feel a piercing pain.

Watanabe covered his injured forehead, burning with anger.

At that critical moment, he suddenly burst out with a powerful force.

He turned around suddenly, pounced on the dark shadow behind him and pinned it under him.

Driven by anger and alcohol, his fists fell like raindrops, hitting the black shadow hard.

The black shadow continued to struggle under Watanabe's fierce attack, but was unable to break free from his suppression.

Watanabe took advantage of the situation and pulled off the black shadow's mask. Seeing that it was Li Zhiqiu, his eyes were filled with anger and murderous intent: "Boy, you are looking for death! I am a fourth-degree black belt!"

When Watanabe raised his fist to hit Li Zhiqiu again, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his foot.

He looked down and was horrified to find that Li Zhiqiu was holding a utility knife in his hand and had already stabbed it hard into his thigh.

Chapter 5

play a game

Watanabe covered his wound and let out a shrill scream.

His face turned pale instantly, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He staggered back a few steps and leaned against the wall, trying to ease the pain of his wound.

Li Zhiqiu took the opportunity to break free from Watanabe's restraints and stood up.

He stared at Watanabe coldly, with a chill in his eyes.

"Bastard! Are you crazy!" Watanabe roared loudly, while covering the bleeding wound tightly with his hands.

Li Zhiqiu's eyes made him feel unprecedentedly frightened. It was a cold and cruel look, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Watanabe no longer had the urge to resist and struggled to stand up and run away, but the wound on his leg made it impossible for him to do so.

However, just as he was about to stand up, Li Zhiqiu quickly picked up the baseball bat from the ground and, with all his strength, hit Watanabe hard on the back.

With a dull "bang", Watanabe was hit hard by a baseball bat and fell forward to the ground.

He groaned in pain, a distorted expression on his face.

Li Zhiqiu did not stop. He approached Watanabe step by step, his eyes full of murderous intent. He held the baseball bat tightly, and the anger and hatred in his heart reached its peak at this moment.

Watanabe humiliates his grandmother in the office.

Li Zhiqiu gripped the bat tightly, his eyes revealing determination and coldness.

Watanabe's cry for mercy rang in his ears, but he did not waver at all. He raised the bat again and, using all his strength, hit Watanabe's back several times in a row.

Every blow made Watanabe groan in pain, until the last blow, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and was knocked to the ground.

Li Zhiqiu panted, and after his breathing became smooth, he bent down and picked up the key that Watanabe had just dropped from the ground.

He opened the door and dragged Watanabe into the room. During this process, Watanabe no longer had the strength to resist and could only let him do whatever he wanted.

After entering the room, Li Zhiqiu threw Watanabe to the ground, took out the prepared tape, tied up his hands and feet, and used a stapler to seal his wounds.

Then look around, this is a simple and messy room, full of traces of life.

Li Zhiqiu didn't care about these. He just wanted to confirm whether it was safe here and whether anyone else would come to disturb him.

Watanabe had curled up into a ball, groaning in pain.

Li Zhiqiu walked to the stove and turned on the gas. His actions made Watanabe feel extremely frightened, as if he had been pushed to the brink of life and death.

Watanabe was already scared at this moment. He was really worried that this seemingly calm boy would do something crazy.

"Please, don't kill me!" Watanabe begged loudly, his voice full of despair and trembling.

Li Zhiqiu's face showed no expression: "Tell me how much good Fengjian has done for you. You don't have much time left."

"What?" Watanabe's eyes were painful and confused: "What Kazama?"

Li Zhiqiu looked at him coldly, walked towards Watanabe, and raised the baseball bat in his hand again.

"No...no! Please, no! What do you want me to say! I'll tell you everything! I really don't know!" Watanabe screamed in horror, his body constantly moving backwards, trying to avoid the baseball bat that was about to fall.

Li Zhiqiu swung the baseball bat down suddenly, hitting Watanabe hard.

Watanabe groaned in pain, his body curled up into a ball, trying to relieve the intense pain.

Li Zhiqiu had no intention of stopping. He swung the baseball bat again and again, hitting Watanabe hard.

"Please... please, what do you want me to say!" Watanabe screamed and begged, his eyes full of fear and despair.

Li Zhiqiu did not stop until Watanabe's cries for mercy gradually faded away. Then he stopped swinging the bat and looked down at Watanabe, who was already motionless.

The difficulty is that this guy is not in the same group as Kazama, he is just a simple evil person.

He could already smell the faint scent of natural gas and knew that time was running out.

Li Zhiqiu suddenly stopped what he was doing, squatted down, and looked at Watanabe who was lying on the ground.

A bright smile appeared on his face, which was in stark contrast to his previous cold and ruthless image.

"I misunderstood, Mr. Watanabe." Li Zhiqiu said softly, with a hint of apology in his tone, "I apologize to you."

Watanabe was in so much pain that he could hardly speak. He stared at Li Zhiqiu with wide eyes. He was sure that this man was a complete lunatic.

Li Zhiqiu's smile made Watanabe feel a chill.

"It's okay... It's okay..." Watanabe uttered a few words with difficulty, his voice was weak and trembling, "I just ask you to let me go..."

"Why should I let you go? You complained about me being a nuisance at school today." Li Zhiqiu smiled friendly, "I am really angry. Anyway, I am not yet 18 years old. I am just going to a juvenile detention center."

"Please... please! No one else must know what happened today." Watanabe no longer had any dignity left. He was really scared.

He forced a smile, why should he mess with this lunatic.

"Let's play a game." Li Zhiqiu stood up and walked out the door. "Try to survive. If you don't die, our relationship will be over."

When Watanabe saw Li Zhiqiu leaving, his fear reached its peak.

He looked towards the gas stove, which was still on and the faint smell of gas already filled the air.

He thought of the scene of Li Zhiqiu standing in front of the stove just now, and his heart trembled. His hands and feet were now tied.

The sound of the door closing behind him was like the scythe of the god of death, leaving a mark on his neck.

Watanabe struggled to move his body, ignoring the pain in his body, and crawled towards the gas stove.

Li Zhiqiu stood outside the door, peeking inside through the crack, and waited until Watanabe turned off the gas stove, then fell to the ground and cried before leaving quietly.

When he entered the room just now, he noticed that the window of the room was half open, otherwise he would not have dared to turn on the gas.

He had no real intention of killing Watanabe.

Li Zhiqiu walked alone on the quiet night street. The moonlight was dim and the street lights were sparse. His figure was looming in the night.

He wasn't worried at all about beating Watanabe.

When the matter became a big deal, it was Watanabe who covered up the bullying and was beaten by students.

No matter what punishment Li Zhiqiu will receive, he will have to lose his job first.

And Watanabe would also be worried about Li Zhiqiu's revenge.

Given Watanabe's character of bullying the weak and fearing the strong, no one dared to retaliate against him. This is the nature of the Japanese, who fear power and not virtue.

However, his mood was not relieved at all because of his successful revenge on Watanabe.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from all over his body, making it almost unbearable for him.

Li Zhiqiu gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and sat down in a corner on the side of the road.

His body began to tremble slightly and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The wounds left by the fight with Watanabe were causing trouble.

A smile appeared on Li Zhiqiu's lips, his heart was beating wildly, and an unprecedented sense of excitement surged in his heart. What followed was to face Fengjian's revenge.