Volume 1, Chapter 3: I Only Want Ten Million

Old Factory Street, a dilapidated urban village in the city.

Chu Ge arrived at a concealed underground passage and knocked on the iron door.

“What do you want?” a deep male voice sounded.

Chu Ge smiled lightly. “Buying goods.”

After a moment’s hesitation, the person inside slowly opened the door.

A thick cloud of smoke rushed out, causing Chu Ge to frown slightly.

The basement was lined on both sides with people standing guard.

Around them were various weapons laid out—Tang swords, Song dynasty jian, katana, Nepalese kukris...

A complete assortment of cold weapons.

At the center sat a middle-aged man smoking a cigar.

He wore a thin, tight-fitting shirt that revealed his muscular build, his muscles bulging prominently.

This middle-aged man was studying Mo Lang with great interest.

“You’re still in school at your age, huh?”

“You actually dared to come here alone? Bold!”

His name was Gao Tianqiang.

The undisputed king of the underworld in Jiang City, he ran many illicit businesses, tangled with major gangs, and even had connections within the system.

Several times during anti-crime crackdowns, he had narrowly escaped unscathed.

He was a master of balancing both the lawful and unlawful worlds, his influence vast.

Chu Ge once had a classmate who borrowed high-interest loans from him, compounding to dozens of times the original amount.

Because of that, Chu Ge knew something about him.

Chu Ge said coldly, “Ah Qiang, I’ve heard much about you.”

Gao Tianqiang frowned slightly at the familiar but informal address.

“Ah Qiang” was a nickname from his early days selling fish.

As he rose to become the underground king of Jiang City, only a few trusted lieutenants dared to address him by this name.

He scrutinized Chu Ge carefully but had no recollection of him.

Most young guys would have turned to jelly at the sight of a gangster boss like him, barely able to stand, but this fellow remained unnervingly calm from the moment he entered.

Was he putting on an act? Or did he have some backing?

Suddenly, Gao Tianqiang laughed heartily and stood up tall.

“Hahaha!”

“Little brother, what goods are you looking for?”

“I have whatever you need here. As long as you can pay, even firearms, I, Gao Tianqiang, can get my hands on them.”

Chu Ge smiled at him and said slowly, “I urgently need money. Give me ten million.”

The moment he spoke, the air seemed to freeze.

Gao Tianqiang stared at him as if he were an idiot.

Ten million, just like that?

This was blatant extortion! Extorting the underworld!

It was like a death wish.

“Heh.”

Gao Tianqiang chuckled, then suddenly asked, “Spill it. Who sent you? Mayor Meng or Jiang Yun?”

Chu Ge shook his head slightly. “Neither. I just want ten million.”

A cold sneer curled Gao Tianqiang’s lips.

“Ten million to me is just a drop in the bucket.”

“But if you want my money, it depends on whether you have the ability.”

With that, Gao Tianqiang sat down and shouted angrily, “Old Mo, take him out!”

A young man stepped forward, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Old Mo was slender and taciturn, not seeming like a ruthless fighter.

Yet he was Gao Tianqiang’s top assassin.

Having served time in prison in his youth, he had nowhere else to turn and had pledged loyalty to Gao Tianqiang.

For over a decade, he had been Gao’s right-hand man, responsible for at least ten deaths.

Old Mo threw a fierce punch, full of force that could shatter metal—an ordinary man would have been knocked flat instantly.

Chu Ge casually raised his right hand and blocked Old Mo’s iron fist.

Old Mo’s expression changed.

His punch was terrifyingly powerful, able to crush iron plates, yet it was stopped single-handedly by a thin youth?

Not only that, he felt as if he had punched a stone wall, his finger joints aching terribly.

Was this guy a martial artist?

Old Mo quickly withdrew his fist, studying Chu Ge seriously, then pulled out a gleaming dagger from his sleeve.

“Come on, this time, I’m serious.”

Rarely speaking, Old Mo’s words were heavy.

Then the dagger stabbed swiftly toward Chu Ge’s chest, faster than the previous punch.

Chu Ge raised his eyebrows slightly.

If that hit, he wouldn’t survive.

If you’re going all out, don’t blame me for being ruthless.

With a sudden palm strike, Chu Ge countered with lightning speed.

He caught Old Mo off guard, sending him flying backward five or six meters through the air, crashing into the wall with a loud thud.

Old Mo spat blood.

He felt like he had been hit by a speeding car, his internal organs dislocated.

“Old Mo!”

Gao Tianqiang’s face changed.

Old Mo was his top assassin, yet today he was felled by a mere young student.

“You’ve got guts, kid.”

The muscles on Gao Tianqiang’s face twitched rapidly.

Since he ascended to the top of Jiang City’s underworld, he had never encountered such an embarrassing situation.

This kid needed to be taught a harsh lesson—to restore his dignity.

He shouted to the men on either side, “All of you, get him! Kill him!”

The black-clad henchmen exchanged glances and drew iron rods and short knives from their waists, rushing forward in unison.

Even if you’re good at fighting, can you take on twenty at once?

“Trash!”

Chu Ge snorted coldly, his body darting through the crowd like a ghost.

Their short knives struck him, but not a single scratch appeared.

His physical strength was a terrifying two thousand jin (about one ton); a mere touch could kill or seriously injure.

Within less than a minute, the floor was littered with fallen men.

They writhed on the ground, clutching their stomachs or limbs, screaming in agony.

Chu Ge’s blows were brutal; all their arms and legs were broken.

“How is this possible?!”

Gao Tianqiang’s eyes widened in disbelief.

This seemingly frail youth had single-handedly defeated twenty armed strongmen?

It was like watching a movie.

Amid Gao Tianqiang’s incredulous gaze, Chu Ge walked over calmly and said with composure, “Now, can you give me the money?”

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