Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 42: Recklessness

The largest entertainment club operating on Pai Street, safely engaging in high-interest loans for many years, He Xuanping is naturally a major figure in Qu City having connections in both legal and illegal circles.

Such a person,

should have existed in a world far removed from the honest and simple Fang Zheng, but now they’re somehow linked.

It’s said in Jianghu that Boss He has a fierce appearance, strong enough to fight ten men at once, and built his empire with a few brothers.

But seeing is believing.

The man behind the solid wooden desk has refined features and an elegant demeanor, without a trace of hostility, seemingly a personable wealthy merchant.

The antique desk speaks of grandeur and is meticulously decorated, showing the designer’s care.

The green plants in the corner and the wealth-gathering frog in front of the screen probably have Feng Shui considerations.

"Boss Fang!"

Seeing the young man entering the room, He Xuanping stands up with a smile:

"It’s an honor to meet you!"

"You know me?" Fang Zheng asks.

He considers himself just an ordinary person, while the other is a prominent figure, unexpectedly catching their attention.

"Of course." He Xuanping nods, his voice filled with amazement:

"After that night on Phoenix Head Mountain, where Boss Fang killed six people in anger, everyone knows your name now."

"That was a misunderstanding." Fang Zheng’s expression remains unchanged:

"Since you know about me, Boss He, you should be aware of the reason for my visit, right?"

"No rush."

He Xuanping gestures to his side:

"It’s our first meeting, just a small token of respect."

The woman beside him, dressed in a cheongsam, sways forward with a graceful figure and places a document on the table.

A loan note!

Fang Zheng is familiar with his uncle’s signature, undoubtedly proof of that two hundred thousand loan.

"..." Fang Zheng looks at him:

"Boss He, what does this mean?"

"No special meaning." He Xuanping laughs:

"I just want to befriend Boss Fang. A mere two hundred thousand can’t compare to knowing a Martial Arts Master."

"Friends?" Fang Zheng squints. For someone of his status to do this is humbling himself, but Fang Zheng isn’t interested.

He directly asks:

"Where is Qi Yuan?"

"Qi Yuan..." He Xuanping shakes his head:

"I don’t know where he is. Ever since you showed your prowess on Phoenix Head Mountain, he vanished with an excuse."

"If you meet him, Boss Fang, please give him my regards."

"..." Fang Zheng stares into his eyes and says:

"So, you’re unwilling to hand him over."

The smile on He Xuanping’s face freezes.

As a boss, willing to meet with Fang Zheng already shows respect, plus returning the loan note, giving face both outside and inside.

But unexpectedly.

The other party doesn’t play along.

The room has others too, all henchmen hired by Boss He, who now all show angry expressions, making the atmosphere tense.

When the master is humiliated, his followers suffer,

In modern times, it’s not that extreme, but using their boss to make a living, if the boss loses face, they wouldn’t feel good either.

"Huh..."

He Xuanping exhales deeply, suppressing his anger, and speaks slowly:

"I really don’t know where he is. If you don’t believe me, Boss Fang, you can search here."

"Boss!"

The guide in white suit clenches his fists:

"There’s no need for you to humble yourself."

"Sigh." He Xuanping shakes his head:

We are businessmen, best to avoid violence, and offering convenience to others is doing so to ourselves, don’t you agree, Boss Fang?"

"Well said!"

Fang Zheng nods:

"But Qi Yuan took my things, and this matter must be resolved. You don’t think that because he’s not present, I’ll let it go, right?"

"Oh!" He Xuanping sits straight, his face turning cold:

"What do you want?"

"I must get my things back." Fang Zheng says, his voice flat but with an underlying ruthless determination:

"Otherwise, I don’t mind making a few people disappear!"

Square Porcelain,

is something from the Fang Family.

It must not be lost!

"Bam!"

He Xuanping slams the table, angry:

"Fang, do you dare threaten me!"

"It’s not a threat." Fang Zheng states:

"I’m just speaking frankly."

"Hmph..." He Xuanping sneers, his expression shifting, a complex array of emotions flooding his mind, causing the veins on his forehead to bulge.

It seems over the years I have indeed become a bit complacent, the younger generation has forgotten how I climbed to this position step by step.

Even a young kid dares to threaten me face to face.

Do they really think I’m soft!

Damn it!

Fury rises, the youthful ambition of the past wells up, He Xuanping roars:

"Get him!"

"Bam!"

Before his words fall, the people in the room have already rushed at Fang Zheng from all directions, their expressions fierce, fists and bats raised.

No knives!

After all, this is a business place, frequently inspected by Public Security Bureau personnel, so naturally no weapons like knives are present.

The two closest, one throws a punch toward his head, another swings a bat at his thigh.

Both tall and strong, they give it their all, if a common person faced them, they might be seriously injured.

But Fang Zheng isn’t ordinary!

He stands motionless to the oncoming assault, letting the fists and bats land on him, at the same time he punches the head of the person next to him.

With a stomp, he evades the bat and returns it in kind.

"Bam!"

"Pfft!"

Punch and bat land on him, Fang Zheng’s face unchanged, while the two scream and fall, unable to get back up for a moment.

"Swoosh!"

Fang Zheng moves, charging forward against them.

In just one step, he surges forward like a cannonball, an incredible display of power, the first person he hits is sent flying.

Chop!

Blast!

Collapse!

.....

The Five Elements Fist unleashed.

"Damn you!"

One person roars, before the sound fades, he’s already flying, smashing through a screen, tumbling a few times before stopping.

Among them are experts, like the man in the white suit.

Trained in Muay Thai, his strikes fierce, once breaking a leg-thick wooden post with his elbow, stronger than the black men on Phoenix Head Mountain.

But alas.....

The white suit’s fierce flying knee is halted mid-air by a large hand, before he regains his senses, his leg is grabbed and he’s flung five or six meters away.

He Xuanping’s face twitches.

In his eyes, as fast as his thugs charge, they’re retreating just as quickly, eight or nine people getting beaten down, ready to collapse in moments.

"Crash..."

He abruptly opens a drawer, pulling out a pistol from a hidden compartment, raising it towards Fang Zheng.

"Swoosh!"

"Thunk!"

A flash of light streaks across.

"Ah!"

He Xuanping screams in pain, his gun hand pierced by a dagger and pinned to the wall, the pistol slipping from his grip onto the floor.

"Bang!"

"Stop!"

"Everybody stop!"

"Public Security Bureau, what are you all doing?"

Seeing the chaos in the room, a group from the Public Security Bureau bursts in, led by the familiar face, Chief Zhou Ping.

"Fang Zheng!"

He looks at Fang Zheng, eye twitching:

"I leave you alone for a moment, and you cause trouble again."

"Gathering for a brawl!"

"Take them all away!"

"Wait." He Xuanping suddenly shouts, pulling the dagger from his right hand with his left, gritting his teeth: 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Chief Zhou, it’s a misunderstanding, we were just playing around."

"Playing around?" Zhou Ping eyes his bleeding right hand coldly:

"This big?"

"Injury to my hand, does this need a Public Security Bureau intervention?" He Xuanping’s expression is extremely ugly, he bites out:

"And you, barging into private property, do you have a search warrant?"

"If you don’t have one..."

"Please leave!"

"Boss He." Zhou Ping squints:

"Think carefully, the Public Security Bureau will reason with you, but some people might not."