It made sense; not everyone in Binyang took Zhu Qiang's side, nor did everyone want that forty thousand. The burly man before him was such an example, and now he was about to question Zhu Qiang, obviously motivated by an interest in Ling Zhenfei.

"Just ask your question!" Zhu Qiang's expression wasn't good when he saw who was asking, clearly recognizing the man.

The burly man sneered, "Zhu Qiang, I heard that these two managed to escape from your Imperial Palace Club, and even confronted you directly. I'm curious, how did that fight go, did you lose, or did you get completely trounced, no match for them at all?"

At this, the crowd burst into murmurs. To them, it was clear that this was an attempt to provoke Zhu Qiang, but one point remained relevant—how did those two escape from the Imperial Palace Club?

Zhu Qiang's face darkened and he glared at the burly man, snapping, "Qin Chong, what do you mean by this, are you mocking my Sharks?"

Qin Chong, undeterred by Zhu Qiang's reproach, walked with heavy steps onto the stage to stand beside Zhu Qiang. Towering and imposing like a giant next to the relatively frail Zhu Qiang, the two formed a stark contrast.

The tension was palpable as the two stood together; below the stage, those who were aware of their feud whispered among themselves, many already bracing for a spectacle.

"Master Zhu, I meant no disrespect to your men, who doesn't know that your Sharks are all elite soldiers? However, I am a curious man. You say your men are so formidable, the Imperial Palace Club is supposed to be impenetrable, yet these two not only entered but also came out without a scratch. I cannot help but wonder, how did they manage that?" Qin Chong asked.

Zhu Qiang was left speechless, unsure of how to respond. Admitting that Ling Zhenfei and Zhuo Yue had escaped amidst a group attack would indeed be too embarrassing.

"Our Sharks' business isn't something you need to poke your nose into. Your question is irrelevant to today's banquet, I'm not obliged to explain everything to you."

Qin Chong burst into laughter, "It doesn't matter if you won't say it; let me explain the rest to everyone."

Qin Chong scanned the crowd and said, "Listen everyone, you are all gang leaders of Binyang. I really don't get it, has everyone's brains turned to grass? Can't you see this so-called Black Death Order is just the Sharks using us? Do you really think we could capture someone who can freely come and go from the Sharks, that not even an entire gang could hold back—it's like trying to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice." His words, though harsh, were logical.

Many of the gang leaders present were instantly angered by Qin Chong's blunt speech.

"Qin Chong, you better watch your damn mouth. Who do you think you are calling brainless grass? Looks like you're the one needing a beating."

A leader from another gang pointed at Qin Chong furiously, obviously also quick-tempered.

"You're right, I do need a beating. Come on, if you have the guts, come up here and try it," Qin Chong said defiantly, pointing directly at him.

Whoosh!

The offended man, a notable figure in Binyang, could not tolerate such an insult and leaped onto the stage, confronting Qin Chong: "You really have a big mouth, Qin Chong. Behind people's backs, you are uncontrollable, and now you are overstepping. Did you not ask how many down there want to kill you? Today, I'll discipline you on behalf of everyone."

"Motherfucker, I don't need anyone's replacement. I am right here. If you want to try disciplining me, come right ahead. I'll tackle anyone who dares, one by one, two at a time."

"Qin Chong, you still dare to curse? Go to hell," the man yelled as he threw a punch at Qin Chong. This man was skilled in fighting, brave enough to take a stand, and Qin Chong was no less competent, evidently having trained in something like the Golden Bell Shield—a punch to his belly felt like nothing. His fists, like clay pots, swung with formidable force and wind.

The two men had turned into a scuffle, and Zhu Qiang, who was standing by, did not intervene. The whole incident had started because of him, and Qin Chong had been opposing him for more than a day or two. Now that someone was stepping up, he too hoped that someone would teach Qin Chong a lesson.

Ling Zhenfei watched the battle on stage, but his mind was strategizing other things. The Sharks' Black Death Order had put him in danger. If he let Zhu Qiang's banquet proceed normally and all of Binyang's people started looking for clues, the danger would be too great. It seemed that he couldn't let this banquet go on calmly; he needed to create some trouble, preferably enough to disrupt the banquet entirely.

To disrupt the banquet, there were many ways, but he couldn't use force; he had to outsmart them. Qin Chong on the stage, who had strong limbs but a simple mind and wasn't lacking in strength, was a good tool to use.

Bang!

At that moment, the fight on the stage was coming to an end. Qin Chong, indeed fierce, had sent his opponent flying with a punch after a few rounds. The man landed on the stage, and before he could recover, Qin Chong kicked him off the platform.

"With that little skill, you still dare to come up here? If I see you again, get out of Binyang City. Is there anyone brave enough to come up and play with me?"

Having defeated his opponent, Qin Chong was even more delighted, as if he had done something extremely gratifying.

"Qin Chong, what do you mean by calling yourself 'I' in every sentence? Who are you calling 'I'?"

Ling Zhenfei secretly shouted from within the crowd.

"What's wrong with me saying 'I'? It's 'I,' your 'I'. What can you do about it?"

Ling Zhenfei listened and chuckled inwardly. Qin Chong was indeed simple-minded, falling for the bait so easily. None of the gang leaders sitting below would tolerate such disrespect.

"Qin Chong, I'm your 'I', all of our faction are your 'I'."

"Not only are we your 'I', we are your grandfather!"

"You dare to take advantage of us? When we say 'I' and you say 'grandfather', doesn't that make us your 'I'? Are you looking for death?"

The two factions started quarreling on the spot over the usage of 'I' and 'grandfather', and the atmosphere in the bar instantly turned sour, full of tension. The two groups argued, each faction consisting of four or five people, none of whom were of good temperament. Had it not been for the banquet, they might have already started fighting.

Meanwhile, other factions were cursing back at Qin Chong, obviously triggered by his catchphrase, which was exactly what Ling Zhenfei wanted to see.

Although both sides were cursing, they restrained themselves from fighting because they were at the Sharks' banquet.

"Snap!"

Suddenly, a bottle flew across and hit someone in the quarrel, instantly enraging him.

"Fuck, they dare to attack me sneakily. Kill them!"

Just because of a bottle, both sides immediately broke into a fight, and none would have guessed that the bottle was actually thrown by Ling Zhenfei himself.

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