Zheng Gongdong slammed his fist against the door, but Zhou Qing didn’t even lift his eyelids. He wasn’t afraid of violence; if Zheng Gongdong hit him, he could hit back. At worst, they’d both end up hurt.

But there was that one time when Zheng Gongdong nearly beat him to death, and after that, he never laid a hand on him again. This time, even though his eyes were red with anger, he only slammed the door and gritted his teeth, saying, “Zhou Qing, don’t think I’ll coax you.”

Zhou Qing sneered and smirked, “You think I care?”

After work, Zhou Qing saw Zhang Shirui, that bastard, blocking the elevator door and eyeing people one by one. He didn’t care that this was his old rival’s territory, nor did he care about the employees from the rival company staring at him with wide eyes, as if saying, “You’ve got guts, not afraid of dying.” As soon as he saw Zhou Qing coming out of the other elevator, he eagerly ran over, almost bowing as he approached, “Are you hungry? Where do you want to eat? Got any favorite spots?”

Zhou Qing glanced at him, his tongue circling in his mouth, holding back the sharp words he wanted to say. Instead, he looked down at his shoes and pondered for a moment, “Hmm, my shoes are dirty.”

As soon as Zhang Shirui heard that, he immediately crouched down and started wiping Zhou Qing’s shoes with his tie, asking, “Master, where do you want to eat?”

“Not really hungry…” Zhou Qing pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth with an air of a big shot. As a technician from their department passed by, he looked at them but didn’t notice his footing. Zhou Qing caught him with a sharp glance, and the man immediately stumbled and fell, causing the eyes in the lobby that were watching Zhou Qing to shift, some of them now focused on the fallen man.

“How about something light? I heard the porridge at Dewangmen is pretty good, and the side dishes are quite tasty…” After wiping the shoes once, Zhang Shirui wasn’t satisfied and was about to pull out his shirt from his pants to wipe them a second time.

Zhou Qing looked up and blew a smoke ring toward the ceiling, then kicked aside the shameless Zhang Shirui. He walked out leisurely, like a lazy leopard on a stroll.

Behind him, Zhang Shirui stuck out his tongue and followed, still asking, “Master, just name a place, and we’ll book it right away. We’ll eat as soon as we get there.”

As soon as they finished eating, before even reaching the car, Zhang Shirui suddenly kissed Zhou Qing on the face. The kiss went on until they reached the parking lot, and that’s when Zheng Gongdong, who was with a group of people heading into a luxury hotel across the street for a banquet, spotted them. Seeing Zhang Shirui pushing himself onto Zhou Qing, his face instantly turned cold. He strode over from across the road, pulled the dazed Zhang Shirui off Zhou Qing, and kicked him several times while he was still out of it. He then stomped on his face repeatedly, only stopping when he saw blood coming from the man’s nose and mouth. Looking down at him, Zheng Gongdong sneered, “You dare touch my people.”

Zhou Qing couldn’t help but laugh out loud with a “puff” sound. Just then, Zhang Shirui’s bodyguard, who had been lurking behind, fired several shots at Zheng Gongdong. Zhou Qing didn’t stop him. As Zheng Gongdong fell to the ground, Zhou Qing stepped forward, looking down at him, seeing that he had been shot in the leg. He let out a couple of triumphant laughs and said, “Now, you’re really screwed, huh?”

After speaking, Zhou Qing turned and spotted the pale-faced person who had been with Zheng Gongdong rushing toward him. He took a few steps back, watching as the person collapsed onto the ground. Rubbing his chin, he couldn’t help but think, Zheng Gongdong really chose someone like this? If it were me, I wouldn’t even bother. No one should think about laying a hand on him—if they do, I’ll make sure they never die a good death.

Zhang Shirui was foolish, but his bodyguard was no fool. After helping his boss take revenge, they quickly made their escape. Zhou Qing could only rub his nose in frustration and, with a look of disdain, bent down to drag the clueless Zhang Shirui away.

When Zheng Gongdong’s bodyguard saw a familiar face, with his former second-in-command dragging an opponent, he was caught in a dilemma—whether to step forward or not. In the end, he just watched as Zhou Qing roughly shoved the person into the trunk like a lifeless body, before driving off.

Zhou Qing drove the car to Zhang Shirui’s company, and soon, a group of smart bodyguards, led by He Shou, appeared from who knows where. They swiftly pulled the boss out of the trunk, bowing and nodding toward the car’s front, their demeanor almost identical to their boss’s.

Sitting in the driver’s seat, Zhou Qing laughed so hard he started coughing. He turned the car around and headed straight for the bar.

As soon as Lao Yang saw him, he almost grew horns on his head, his eyes wide open, even bigger than an ox’s. “What do you think you’re doing, you little devil?” Last time, Zhou Qing seduced a man, causing two idiots who only thought with their lower halves to smash up the bar. And this time, he hooked up with a young one and left, leaving the mess for him to clean up.

“What are you yelling for…” Zhou Qing stepped forward, wrapping his arm around Lao Yang’s back and planting a big kiss on his cheek. He looked around at the drunkards in the neon-lit bar and said, “Make me a drink that’s actually worth drinking.”

The bartender, following his orders, ignored the murderous glare from the boss and went ahead, mixing the drink without a care.

Lao Yang was almost in tears. “Lord Zhou, please, what the hell do you want from me? If you’re going to cause trouble, go after Zheng Gongdong, not me. I haven’t done anything to you!”

Zhou Qing glanced at the short, chubby man trembling in his arms, then smiled. He gave the man’s round, soft face a hard kiss and said, “Alright, fine. Seeing you so pathetic, I won’t go after anyone tonight.”

In truth, even if he wanted to, he was physically drained. After being taken hard by that little bastard, he was sore and swollen, probably needing a day or two to recover before he could get back at it.

Lao Yang shuddered, asking, “You’re really not going after anyone?”

“Not tonight,” Zhou Qing chuckled, leaning close to Lao Yang’s ear and saying, “Zheng Gongdong got shot in the leg, probably going to be bedridden for a while. I was thinking of taking a couple of days off, building up some strength, and maybe tomorrow I’ll drag Shirui over to that bed next to him and have some fun… Damn, just thinking about it feels good.”

As soon as Lao Yang heard this, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.