My Nightclub Landlady

"Where"s Sister Flower?" Qin Feng grabbed Kun"s shirt collar, shaking him back and forth.

"She said she was going to the supermarket afternoon while ago, but she hasn"t come back yet. What"s the matter with you?"

Kun got angry. He pushed Qin Feng away and straightened his collar. "We still haven"t talked about how you hit Zhao Hu," he grumbled.

"Supermarket?"

Qin Feng knew something must have happened to her. He ran back out of the bar, his mobile phone held up to his ear, "Who are you? What do you want? Where"s Sister Flower?! Where"s Sister Flower?!"

The whole purpose of his coming to Tianhe was to protect Xiao Jinhua, but now she had vanished into thin air. Qin Feng was not sure who would dare to do something like this.

Ji Dongchen?

Meng Zhaolin?

Maybe Zhao Jun?

Or a rival of Sister Flower?

Each option was viable.

A torrent of thoughts made Qin Feng lose his way for a moment.

"Number 5 Salt Farm, I will wait for you there." The voice on the other end sn.i.g.g.e.red, "Xiao Jinhua is a true beauty. Us guys might…"

After that, he hung up.

When Qin Feng called back, he couldn"t get through.

Boom!

Qin Feng kicked a willow tree by the roadside. A shower of twigs and leaves tumbled to the sidewalk, forcing pa.s.sersby to dodge. A confused Kun came out after him, "Qin Feng, about Zhao Hu...You have to answer to me. He"s my subordinate…"

Before he could finish, Qin Feng s.n.a.t.c.hed the car keys hanging on Kun"s belt. His white Volkswagen Tiguan car was parked in front of the bar. Its license plate number, 4444, was regarded as Kun"s "brand logo" in Tianhe City. Kun had modified the Tiguan"s exhaust system so that it made a particularly loud rumble when it started up, like a sports car. In fact, with its 1.8T turbine engine, it could easily reach quite high speeds. Qin Feng jumped in without a second thought. Stunned, Kun immediately ran after him, but before he could open the door, the Tiguan lurched fiercely onto the road, which forced Kun to dodge in a hurry. Pointing at Qin Feng, he screamed, "What are you doing!? You"re crazy!"

"I have to save someone!"

Qin Feng floored the gas pedal and then slammed on the breaks, and the Tiguan turned around on the spot for half a second with screeching tires. Then the car found its direction and roared away, soon disappearing down the street.

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The No.5 Salt Farm.

It originally belonged to the Huihuang state-owned enterprise in Tianhe City in the 80s. At the time, the output of the No. 5 Salt Farm made up a large share of the salt production in the whole of northern China. In its heyday, the salt factory had more than 3,000 employees, supplying table salt to more than a dozen provinces. But later, alongside economic reforms, table salt production technology continued to develop and the No.5 Salt Farm gradually decreased its output until it was completely shut down by the end of the 90s.

After that, this part of the suburbs became barren. There was hardly anything for miles around.

Most of the saline-alkali areas weren"t suitable for plant growth and not suitable for the development and construction of houses. On several occasions, the city attempted to transform this area into an industrial development zone, which had failed to take shape. Large enterprises that intended to set up production sites in the city did not want to build their factories there, and as several governments came and went, the development plan never went into effect. The plan was stuck in permanent limbo.

It took Qin Feng less than 30 minutes to cover more than 20 kilometers. During this time, he ran through no less than five red lights and had to back out of a dead end three times. In the downtown area, he got stuck in a traffic jam and veered off onto the sidewalk to keep going. The Tiguan was not a big truck, and it wasn"t very expensive, had decent off-road performance, and offered a solid driving experience. No matter how hard the cha.s.sis got thrown around, it still wouldn"t fall apart.

After reaching the countryside, Qin Feng drove more carelessly, crashing straight through one meter-high haystack. There were two deep ditches across his route, and he almost overturned the car. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to steer clear, and galloped on wards.

!!!

At the same time, in the salt field"s old factory building, Zhang Hui was giving last-minute instructions to three of Meng Zhaolin"s four top guys.

"Dagang, this Qin Feng was not easy to provoke. You cannot be careless when he gets here. I have seen his skill at the Erlang Barbecue Stall -ordinary people can"t even compare to his technique," Zhang Hui said cautiously.

Dagang had a height of 1.9 meters and wore a tight red vest. He was very strong and his powerful arms were as thick as a supermodel"s waist. The circ.u.mference of his biceps was truly astounding. He disdainfully growled, "Don"t worry, he can"t escape the palm of my hand. I have a 200-pound punch. A single hit will knock him out instantly. With a crowbar, I could knock his head right off!"

Beside him, a 300-jin hunk of meat called Erpao also came forward. He had practiced martial arts for eight years in his youth at the Song Jiang Martial Arts School. He had very strong fists and feet, once shattering four of someone"s ribs with one kick, but because of his laziness, he had never been able to make a stable living. He started selling pork in the market, but soon became bored and restless. Once, during a market scuffle, he cut and maimed someone with a boning knife. Meng Zhaolin noticed his moxie and boldness, and got him off the hook. Erpao had been loyal to him ever since.

"Brother Dagang, you don"t need to do anything. I haven"t had any exercise for a long time. When that guy shows up, I will carve his spine out with a boning knife myself."

Erpao had a chicken leg in each hand. He was eating wherever he went, and he slept on table seven though he had made good money by following Meng Zhaolin over the years. Others gambled, who red and bought drugs with the money, but he used it all to eat and drink. The amount of liquor he could hold down was amazing, and the amount of food even more so.

"Your ankles are almost as fat as an elephant"s feet. Can you even move properly?" said Sanpao. He was fast and a good shot, a veteran of the southwest military region"s Border Guards. Before joining the military, he was a personal bodyguard to an important business leader. He took 20th place in the military physical fitness compet.i.tion for the entire province. He preferred using mobility to control the enemy.

"Well, if you want my opinion, there was no need to send out all three of us to deal with this pesky guy in the first place. At least Silang is not here today, otherwise we would be giving this Qin Feng far too much face," Dagang said disdainfully. "Soon, you brothers will get to watch me tear him a new one."

"Dagang, you"d better be careful not to kill him. After all, this is what Brother Meng wants. We have a lot to ask from Qin Feng. In fact, Ji Dongchen"s antics were nothing compared to this. The most important thing is to get that list from Qin Feng. It has something to do with our own safety. If the list gets out, we could all catch a bullet!"Zhang Hui reminded nervously from the side.

Failure was not an option.

Using Xiao Jinhua as bait was hinted at by the mysterious man who told them about the list. They did not think it was the real deal at first, but Qin Feng"s response after hearing the message was as he expected: aggressive, impulsive, angry.