Chapter 148: One Day, I Will Make You Pay It Back

It was a dark, windswept night. On the outskirts of Jianghai City, an abandoned warehouse stood like a crouching beast in the shadows, exuding an eerie and terrifying aura.

Inside, under the dim light, Zhao Kun sat on a dilapidated chair, puffing on a cigar. His fat body rose and fell slightly with each breath.

"Brother Kun, will that kid really come? Is this information reliable?" a scrawny man stood nearby, his tone laced with unease. Ever since losing face at the jade gambling market, he had harbored an inexplicable fear of Qin Feng.

"Don't worry, the information is rock solid!" Zhao Kun exhaled a cloud of thick smoke, his eyes glinting with greed. "That kid is carrying a top-tier piece of jade for the trade this time, rumored to be worth over a hundred million! Once we pull this off, we'll be living in luxury for the rest of our lives. No more of this life of licking blood off the blade!"

"A hundred million?!" The scrawny man’s eyes widened, his breathing quickening as if the priceless jade were already laid out before him.

Outside the warehouse, several black sedans sat silently by the roadside. Inside, over a dozen burly men armed with machetes and steel pipes watched the warehouse entrance intently, waiting for their prey to walk into the trap.

"He's here!"

At a low command, a black Mercedes SUV drove slowly up and stopped at the warehouse entrance.

The door opened. Qin Feng, dressed in a black casual outfit with his hands in his pockets, stepped out leisurely, followed by the expressionless Zhang Hu.

"Kid, you're surprisingly punctual!" Zhao Kun walked out of the warehouse, his face plastered with a hypocritical smile. "Where's the goods? Bring them out and let me have a look!"

"What's the rush? My goods aren't for just anyone to see." Qin Feng curled his lips into a mocking smile, his gaze sweeping over the rabble behind Zhao Kun with disdain.

"Cut the crap! Hand it over if you know what's good for you, otherwise..." Zhao Kun’s expression darkened, and he issued a vicious threat, but he was cut off by Qin Feng.

"Otherwise what?" The smile vanished from Qin Feng’s face, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness. "Do you really think you lot of bottom-feeders can rob me?"

"Damn it! You're courting death!" Zhao Kun was instantly enraged. With a wave of his hand, the dozen thugs behind him charged at Qin Feng like hungry tigers.

"Hu, they're yours. Make it quick." Qin Feng said indifferently, as if he were facing not a group of vicious thugs, but a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"You got it, Brother Feng! Watch me work!" Zhang Hu grinned, revealing a set of sharp white teeth. His massive frame surged into the crowd like a tiger descending a mountain, unstoppable.

*Thump!*

With a dull thud, a thug was sent flying by a single punch from Zhang Hu before he could even react, hitting the ground with a blood-curdling scream.

*Crack!*

Another sharp sound echoed as Zhang Hu effortlessly snapped the steel pipe in another thug’s hand, followed by a kick to his stomach that sent him flying several meters away, where he curled up in agony, unable to rise.

"Damn it! Everyone, attack! Kill him!" Zhao Kun panicked, shouting at the top of his lungs.

However, his shouts were in vain. Before Zhang Hu, these so-called "thugs" were as fragile as paper. In the blink of an eye, a large group had collapsed, their cries of pain filling the air.

"Useless! All of you are useless!" Zhao Kun’s face turned livid. He cursed in frustration, never imagining that his carefully laid plan would be so easily dismantled.

Just then, Qin Feng moved.

He flashed forward, appearing instantly before Zhao Kun with a cold smile on his lips. "Boss Zhao, I believe it's your turn now."

Sensing the danger, Zhao Kun realized he had kicked a steel plate today. Enduring the intense pain in his fractured wrist, he blustered, "Kid, do you know who I am? If you dare touch me, you're tired of living!"

Qin Feng sneered. With lightning speed, he seized Zhao Kun’s wrist and gave it a sharp twist.

*Crack!*

The sound of snapping bone was clearly audible. Zhao Kun let out a piercing shriek, collapsing to the ground, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.

"Trying to act tough in front of me? You're still too green." Qin Feng looked down at Zhao Kun, his voice as cold as a blade. "Speak. Who sent you?"

Zhao Kun winced in pain but remained stubborn. "Pah! Do I need someone to tell me how to do my job? Don't try to trap me with your words!"

"Brother Feng, this brat is stubborn. Let me loosen his bones!" Zhang Hu said, cracking his knuckles with a chilling sound.

Zhao Kun was terrified. He had seen Zhang Hu’s brutality; none of the poor souls Zhang Hu had sent to the hospital had escaped without lifelong disabilities.

"Don't... don't... I'll talk, I'll talk!" Zhao Kun begged, spilling the name of the mastermind. "It... it was the Wang family. Wang Changqing told me to do it!"

"Wang Changqing?" A cold glint flashed in Qin Feng’s eyes. He understood now. It seemed the lesson from last time hadn't taught that kid a thing.

He stared coldly at Zhao Kun and asked, "What did he promise you to make you work this hard?"

Zhao Kun hesitated, not daring to hide anything, and trembled, "Young Master Wang... he said if I could... bring you down, he would give me five million... and that plot of land south of the city..."

"Heh, a generous offer indeed." Qin Feng sneered, killing intent radiating from his eyes. He had known Wang Changqing wouldn't let it go, but he hadn't expected him to be so despicable as to hire thugs for violence.

Qin Feng was not a pushover. He slowly crouched down, staring icily at Zhao Kun, and said word for word, "Go back and tell Wang Changqing to wash his neck and wait. Sooner or later, I will settle this score with him!"

Zhao Kun nodded frantically, trembling like a leaf.

Qin Feng ignored him further and turned to Zhang Hu. "Hu, let's go."

Zhang Hu nodded. Before leaving, he couldn't resist giving Zhao Kun one last heavy kick, cursing, "If you dare provoke Brother Feng again, I'll make sure you pay dearly!"

After leaving the warehouse, Qin Feng’s expression remained somber, his eyes flickering with cold light.

"Brother Feng, are we just going to let it slide?" Zhang Hu asked indignantly. "How about..." He made a throat-slitting gesture.

"Don't be reckless." Qin Feng shook his head, stifling Zhang Hu’s impulse. "The Wang family has immense influence. We are no match for them yet."

"Then what do we do? Are we just going to swallow our pride?" Zhang Hu asked, frustrated.

A sharp light shone in Qin Feng’s eyes, and a cold smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Who said anything about swallowing our pride? A gentleman's revenge is never too late. Wang Changqing, just you wait. One day, I will make you pay back everything a hundredfold!"