We’re the Good Guys

Chen Liuhui didn't ask Huang Baimian how he managed to gather so much information or obtain these photos. He knew it must have been risky, but the outcome was what mattered most.

As he flipped through the stack of photos, Chen Liuhui's smirk grew more pronounced.

Zhou Yunkang, the vice president of the Black Dragon Society and the son-in-law of Zhang Yongfu, the society's president, had risen from a lowly scoundrel to a high-ranking position through his marriage to Zhang's only daughter. This made him a quintessential "phoenix man" who had risen through relationships.

Zhou Yunkang had long coveted Qin Ruohan's entertainment venue and was pressuring her relentlessly. Given his lecherous nature, Chen Liuhui suspected that Zhou Yunkang's ambitions extended beyond just Qin Ruohan's venue—he likely had his eyes on Qin Ruohan herself as well.

"In some ways, this guy's quite a talent," Chen Liuhui sneered.

Huang Baimian showed his big yellow teeth in a grin. "Who'd argue with that?"

Chen Liuhui tossed the photos onto the table and glanced at his silent phone. He chuckled to himself, realizing today was the third day—the final deadline Zhou Yunkang had given Qin Ruohan. Ideally, she should be in a panic by now. But it was eerily quiet; she hadn't even called once.

Could it be that she had lost all hope and given up on grasping this lifeline?

Well, if my little sister felt pity for you, I won't let you fall into the same trap she did. With that thought, Chen Liuhui stuffed the photos into his pocket and asked Huang Baimian, "Can you still move? If so, let's go take care of something."

Huang Baimian, wincing from the pain, replied, "If Sixth Brother says so, even if I have to crawl, I'll follow."

"Let's go then. I'm taking you to see a good show. I don't know if it's already started, but in this play, we're the good guys, and tonight we'll fight the big villain," Chen Liuhui said, pushing his rickety tricycle out of the courtyard.

Huang Baimian, limping behind, said, "The big villain's ending is either a bad death or getting subdued by our righteous aura."

Chen Liuhui, clad in his market clothes and flip-flops, pedaled the old tricycle with one pedal missing. Huang Baimian, looking worse than a beggar and wrapped in bandages, sat in the back.

They maneuvered through a vibrant night market, drawing plenty of curious glances.

Chen Liuhui called Qin Ruohan, but the phone was off. His brow furrowed slightly. If all went well, Qin Ruohan might be in trouble. He wondered if he'd make it in time.

At that moment, Chen Liuhui felt little guilt or burden. If Qin Ruohan could hold on until he arrived, it would be her luck. If not, there was nothing more he could do, and he wouldn't feel a shred of remorse. They weren't close, but he'd do what he could, and that was his intention.

Instead of going to Qin Ruohan's home, they headed straight to her entertainment venue.

Chen Liuhui was familiar with the basic details.

The "Jin Yu Man Tang" entertainment venue was located on a relatively bustling street in Hangzhou. It wasn't very large or luxurious—an average establishment with five floors, including KTV, sauna, beauty treatments, and some simple recreational facilities.

By the time Chen Liuhui and Huang Baimian arrived, the parking lot was full of vehicles, mostly mid-range cars, though a few luxury brands like Mercedes and BMW were also present. However, the top-tier models were scarce.

Chen Liuhui's first thought was that business here was good. Surveying the venue with a faint smile, he noted that even though the place was average, it was worth several tens of millions. Zhou Yunkang wanted to grab it for just two million; no wonder Qin Ruohan wouldn't agree.

Standing in front of the venue, Huang Baimian was envious. He'd never been to such a high-end place before. Even if it meant living a few months shorter, he thought it'd be worth it to check out the pretty girls inside.

"That's Zhou Yunkang's car," Huang Baimian pointed to a nearby Mercedes van.

"Are you sure?" Chen Liuhui asked.

"I've been following him for two days. I won't mistake his car, and the license plate is exact," Huang Baimian confirmed.

Chen Liuhui smiled and walked confidently towards the venue with Huang Baimian in tow.

Their appearance didn't fit the profile of high-paying customers. As soon as they entered the lobby, the security staff noticed them and eyed them warily, as if fearing they might cause trouble or steal something.

The two men, with thick skins, ignored the looks. Chen Liuhui was indifferent, while Huang Baimian was used to it.

Chen Liuhui, wearing flip-flops, clomped up to the front desk and asked the attractive female receptionist, "I'm looking for your boss. Where is she?"

Although the receptionist was a superficial person, she still had some professional ethics and didn't look down on them. She was surprised but remained polite, "Are you looking for our President Qin?"

"Yes, I'm looking for Qin Ruohan," Chen Liuhui said with a smirk. His lazy grin was almost provocative. He continued, "If you don't want to get scolded or fired, you'd better tell me where Qin Ruohan is."

He added sincerely, "Really, I'm not lying."

If anyone believed Chen Liuhui could have anything to do with their wealthy and aloof boss, they'd be in disbelief. So, they didn't pay much attention to his words.

"Sorry, sir, our President Qin is currently busy and can't see anyone. If it's urgent, you can call her private number," the receptionist said, her patience wearing thin and a hint of disdain showing.

Chen Liuhui shook his head in frustration. "I've called already, but it's turned off. Are you sure you won't tell me where she is?"

"Sorry, sir, I can't help you with that," the receptionist said, clearly dismissive. Such a toad wanted to see their president? If she let him in, it might cost her own job.

Just then, the security team, itching to act, approached Chen Liuhui and Huang Baimian, surrounding them. The security captain, a burly man in his thirties, said, "You two don't want to cause trouble, do you? You'd better clear out if you're not here to spend. Otherwise, don't blame us for getting rough."

Chen Liuhui calmly asked, "I'm looking for Qin Ruohan. Where is she?"

"This place doesn't welcome you. Get out immediately. Still want to see President Qin? Look at yourself first," the security captain said rudely. He didn't believe Chen Liuhui had any connection with the president and wouldn't let him in. Qin Ruohan was busy with Zhou Yunkang from the Black Dragon Society, and the captain wanted to secure his position.

He had his own schemes and was engaged in shady dealings. He reached out to push Chen Liuhui, a big, strong man with a military background who looked solid and intimidating.

Before his hand could reach Chen Liuhui, Huang Baimian, angry and in pain, kicked the captain in the waist, causing him to stagger.

"Sixth Brother, go ahead. I'll hold them off!" Huang Baimian shouted, not caring about his bleeding wounds as he lunged at the security captain. He knew that once things started, there was no backing down, so he had to push through.

"Damn it! Beat them up, beat these punks to death!" the security captain roared, and immediately, five or six security guards sprang into action. Anyone who could work security in such a place had guts, and they didn't hold back.

"Sigh, seeking death!" Chen Liuhui shook his head and smiled, not moving with any speed or force, just casually walking towards the ready guards.

He dodged a punch with a slight tilt of his head, then grabbed the attacker's wrist. A gentle twist caused the attacker to scream like a pig as Chen Liuhui dislocated his wrist.

At the same time, Chen Liuhui lifted his leg and tapped another guard's chest lightly. The guard collapsed to the ground, bleeding from the head.

In just a few moves, Chen Liuhui had taken down all the guards, leaving them groaning on the ground, unable to stand.

Chen Liuhui remained calm and collected, breathing evenly.

This all happened in less than half a minute, leaving onlookers and staff stunned.

Huang Baimian was still fighting the security captain. Despite Huang Baimian's fighting skills, he was being beaten down, but his endurance allowed him to seize an opportunity to bite the captain's neck, causing the captain to scream in pain.

Huang Baimian was the type to fight recklessly, drawing a dagger from his waist and pressing it against the captain's throat.

"Move again, and I'll slit your throat!" Huang Baimian threatened fiercely.