Wang Ziqing now deeply regretted taking on this job.
The old man who recommended her, a high-ranking police official in the area, commanded her respect.
But she hadn't anticipated Chen Fan being such a troublemaker, turning the situation into something far beyond mere profit or gaining favor with Han Wei.
It had become a matter of her own life being in danger.
In this ghost market, one or two people died every day, their bodies dumped into the nearby Chestnut River, washed out to sea, and never seen again.
She absolutely did not want to become one of them.
At that moment, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and she looked pleadingly at Han Wei.
Han Wei's expression was calm, and she showed no reaction to Wang Ziqing's desperate gaze.
Master Dao, clutching his face, had murder in his eyes.
Just then, hurried footsteps echoed, and a group of people surged upstairs, arriving outside the private room.
Each of them was exceptionally tough, exuding a reckless, defiant air. Many looked like desperadoes.
Some had bulges at their waists, clearly carrying firearms.
"Master Dao, what's going on?"
"Who's causing trouble here?"
"Dare to make a scene in the ghost market? Tired of living?"
"..."
Master Dao swept his gaze over them and waved his hand, signaling them to calm down.
Chen Fan was skilled in combat. The second floor was cramped, not ideal for large-scale conflict, and he was waiting for the experts to arrive.
This underground boxing ring had an astonishing background, naturally possessing powerful figures to keep order.
At the very least, those experts had to be capable of subduing the fighters who came to compete.
Because the second floor was mostly private rooms facing the boxing ring, the view was obstructed. However, the gamblers who had witnessed someone being thrown down by Chen Fan earlier were still aware of what had happened, and they were murmuring amongst themselves.
At this moment, Han Wei finally walked up to Chen Fan and asked in a low voice, "Do you have a handle on this? Don't get me stuck here!"
"Who dares to touch you?" Chen Fan retorted with a smile.
Han Wei rolled her eyes at Chen Fan. If she revealed her identity, even with the boxing venue's impressive background, they would have to escort her out politely.
But in such a setting, despite her boldness, she was still somewhat worried.
Before long, under the fierce gazes of numerous bouncers and guards, the crowd parted, and several individuals walked forward.
"Master Ba, Master Mo!"
Everyone greeted them respectfully.
Chen Fan followed the sound of their voices. Two people had arrived. The one leading was a young man in his late twenties or early thirties, dressed in a black Zhongshan suit. He had a scar on his face and walked with a limp, but his demeanor was cold and sharp.
The person behind him was far more striking. Over fifty, his presence was as deep as an abyss, his gaze like lightning. He was clearly a master of martial arts.
"Little Dao?"
The young man with the imposing aura looked at Master Dao, a hint of displeasure on his face.
Master Dao, with a grim expression, said, "Master Ba, this brat was causing trouble. He's quite skilled. Little Dao was incompetent and suffered a minor setback, forcing me to disturb Master Mo."
Master Ba waved his hand, then his gaze, as sharp as a blade, assessed Chen Fan for two seconds. His eyes then shifted to Han Wei behind Chen Fan, and his pupils contracted slightly.
The elder behind him also observed Chen Fan and whispered something into Master Ba's ear.
Master Ba leisurely addressed Chen Fan, "Guests are always welcome! If there has been any impoliteness or inadequate hospitality, Old Ba apologizes on behalf of Little Dao. However—"
At this point, his voice suddenly turned cold and stern.
"Causing trouble here, if you don't provide a reasonable explanation, even if your background is unusual, it might be difficult to resolve this smoothly!"
"What would be difficult to resolve?" Chen Fan raised his eyelids slightly, looking at Master Ba. "I heard Master Ba handles matters fairly in the ghost market. I'll give you face and explain. We were here first, watching the fights and placing bets in this private room. Someone came and demanded we vacate the room and get out."
"So, should I have obediently gotten out to adhere to your rules? Because of their disturbance, I was supposed to win two million four hundred thousand on this match, with a net profit of two million. Now, I have nothing."
Master Ba's expression darkened as he looked at Young Master Lin and Ma Qiang.
Under his gaze, Ma Qiang trembled and said, "Mas... Master Ba, I, I was just discussing it with them, and then they started hitting. This person even slapped Master Dao several times!"
Wang Ziqing also involuntarily tensed, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
Master Ba nodded. "So, your intention was to snatch the private room and drive them out?"
Ma Qiang was speechless, sweat pouring down his forehead.
Scrambling for private rooms happened often, but the principle of first come, first served was indeed a rule, unless the arriving guest's status was so high that the organizers had to reserve a room for them.
But even if you fought for it, judging people and picking the right opponent was one thing. Kicking an iron plate was self-inflicted death, and being dealt with was beyond reproach.
Seeing Ma Qiang's silence, Master Ba immediately understood what had happened and said sternly, "Break Ma Qiang's legs and throw him out!"
"Yes!"
With an affirmative response, someone immediately moved, dragging Ma Qiang away.
Ma Qiang dared not struggle, only pleading, but no one paid him any heed.
It was Lin Shao and the others whose faces turned grim.
"What do you gentlemen call yourselves?" Master Ba turned and asked Lin Shao and the others.
"I am Lin Feng, from the Lin family in the capital," Young Master Lin said nervously, not daring to meet Master Ba's gaze.
Young Master Gong quickly added, "Master Ba, I am Gong Qing. We met before, at a meal together at the Ningnan Hotel."
Master Ba recalled briefly, then seemed to remember something, and said softly, "Apologies. Guests are always welcome. Please forgive us for any oversight or inadequate hospitality."
"There are indeed no more private rooms. Please trouble yourselves to find a seat downstairs. As for other matters, shall we agree to let it end here?"
Young Master Lin and the others were reluctant, but seeing the situation, they finally nodded.
Master Ba instructed his subordinates to escort Lin Shao and the others away. Da Feng Novel Network.
However, Chen Fan was unwilling to let it go, saying coldly, "What about my two million four hundred thousand?"
"I will bear it," Master Ba said, turning back to Chen Fan, his voice deep. "Next time you place a bet, this two million will be arranged with just a word from you, and I will have someone confirm it as already bet."
Chen Fan chuckled.
Master Ba slowly asked, "Now, are you satisfied?"
"Not satisfied. My mood has been affected," Chen Fan shook his head, a cold smile reappearing at the corner of his lips.
"Then, how do you expect us to atone?" Master Ba's face darkened.
Chen Fan clasped his hands behind his back and said lightly, "Master Ba handles matters fairly. I'll give you face and won't pursue it further."
Wang Ziqing behind him felt like she was going insane.
Damn it, she had never seen such a reckless guest pushing his luck.
Even if Han Wei came from a formidable background, a young lady from a top family in the capital, Chen Fan's background was definitely not inferior.
But provoking the forces behind the ghost market like this, wasn't he afraid of death?
In a place like the ghost market, even the most powerful families, if they crossed the line, might not hesitate to disregard them.
Indeed, she only heard Master Ba say, "If Your Excellency is not pursuing it further, I, Old Ba, express my gratitude. However, some accounts still need to be settled!"