Chapter Ninety-One: For No Particular Reason

In the following days, everything was calm and quiet, life flowing smoothly like still water. Han Ning continued her routine of work after work, while Han Wei, that wild girl, spent her days teasing Yang Jiekai whenever she had the chance, living a leisurely life.

During this time, no one troubled Yang Jiekai’s private detective agency, but business was pitifully scarce. Qin Feng and the others spent their days playing cards in the office, turning the place into a chaotic mess.

One day, Yang Jiekai, bored and frustrated after losing several rounds of the card game, threw down his cards and exclaimed, “Damn it, I’m done playing! Are you guys colluding to beat me?”

Gongsun Tiedan, the miserly one who had won quite a few games, quickly said, “Why the rush? Come on, let’s play a couple more rounds.”

“I’m not playing your crap!” Qin Feng, also on a losing streak, snapped angrily.

Old Gun, standing to the side with a sinister smile, looked like a heavy smoker. His smile was peculiar—silent, with just the corners of his mouth twitching eerily, giving off a chilling vibe.

“This isn’t a solution,” Yang Jiekai sighed, lighting a cigarette with a furrowed brow. It had been several days with no business, and the gang was stuck playing cards in the office every day. This couldn’t go on.

Just then, Long Xiaoman called. Yang Jiekai hurriedly asked what was going on.

Long Xiaoman laughed bitterly, “I told you before, this territory belongs to Wu the Blind. You’re just sticking your flag here; it’s a miracle he hasn’t come after you. Don’t expect any business.”

Yang Jiekai’s headache deepened. It wasn’t fear of Wu the Blind—he hadn’t yet reached the point of mutual destruction. This wasn’t a mercenary battlefield, and Yang Jiekai couldn’t just go and wipe Wu and his gang out.

Besides, as Wu the Blind warned, if he died, someone would seize his entire estate and slaughter everyone close to Yang Jiekai.

Those words had a certain deterrent effect. Yang Jiekai wasn’t worried for himself, but he cared deeply about the people around him—the two Han sisters, Aunt Wang at home, and his brothers Qin Feng and the others. He couldn’t watch over them twenty-four hours a day.

Right then, Chen Shishi suddenly walked in, beaming with excitement. “Someone just called. They want us to collect a debt.”

“Ha! Business at last!” Qin Feng exclaimed, rushing over to hug Chen Shishi and planting a kiss on her cheek, leaving her blushing.

Qin Feng was the most carefree among them. The office had a storage room less than ten square meters in size, where Qin Feng had placed a steel bed. Whenever he had free time, he’d drag Chen Shishi inside, much to Gongsun Tiedan’s envy.

As for Gongsun Tiedan’s love interest, the crooked-necked Shuguan Shufen, she would occasionally go out for meals or movies with him, but nothing more ever developed.

Yang Jiekai urged Chen Shishi to explain the situation again.

Chen Shishi said a man had called, claiming a steel window factory owed them money from three years ago and still hadn’t paid. If they helped recover the debt, the client was willing to offer a ten percent commission.

At that moment, Zhang Hua walked out of the office and asked Chen Shishi, “What’s the name of the steel window factory? How much do they owe? What’s the nature of the debt?”

After embezzling funds, Zhang Hua had been fired by Silui Group and was facing jail time. If not for Yang Jiekai, he’d likely already be behind bars. Now, he followed Yang Jiekai loyally, serving as the general manager of the detective agency.

Chen Shishi repeated the factory’s name and address, then added, “According to the client, the debt is six million yuan.”

“Damn! Six million yuan? Ten percent commission is six hundred thousand! We’re rich!” Gongsun Tiedan, the tight-fisted miser, leapt in excitement, and Qin Feng was equally thrilled.

Zhao Hua frowned, saying, “I don’t think this is that simple.”

“Oh? What problems do you see?” Yang Jiekai respected Zhao Hua’s abilities. From a poor rural boy, Zhao Hua had climbed his way up to a crucial position in Silui Group’s most important department through sheer talent. If not for his sister’s troubles, his future would be limitless.

Zhao Hua said seriously, “First, we haven’t had business in a long time, which suggests someone is sabotaging us.”

Yang Jiekai nodded. Zhao Hua was right—it was indeed Wu the Blind stirring trouble behind the scenes. No one knew what tricks he used to prevent them from landing a single job for so long.

Zhao Hua continued, “Now suddenly this big case comes up, and it’s from a steel window factory. You know, steel windows became obsolete years ago. Even if there were debts, it wouldn’t be as high as six million. I think there’s something fishy here.”

Yang Jiekai pondered and agreed. There was definitely a hidden trap.

“Then do we take the case or not? Maybe we’re just overthinking it,” Gongsun Tiedan’s face fell when he realized the money might slip away.

“Let’s do it! Who cares about the risks? It’s been so long since we had a job. Even if it’s a tiger’s den, we’ve got to try!” Qin Feng, impulsive as ever, declared.

Yang Jiekai took a long drag of his cigarette, then said, “We’ll take it.”

“But…” Zhang Hua tried to object but was cut off by Yang Jiekai.

“I know what you’re worried about. Don’t worry. This might be a trap, but it’s also an opportunity. Fortune favors the bold!”

Zhang Hua sighed and said, “Alright, just be careful.”

Qin Feng patted his metal-studded belt and said, “No more dithering. Let’s go now!”

He started to head out, but Yang Jiekai called him back. “Wait! You and Gongsun stay here. Old Gun and I will handle this.”

“Why?” Qin Feng and Gongsun Tiedan asked in unison.

“No why. Orders!” Yang Jiekai replied, then left with Old Gun.

The reason Qin Feng and Gongsun Tiedan stayed behind was twofold: someone had to guard the rear, and more importantly, this was likely a trap. Old Gun was a master—if things went south, he could get out unscathed. Qin Feng was fierce but only effective against street thugs; he’d be helpless against real experts.

The steel window factory was located in the northern outskirts of Anhai City. As soon as Yang Jiekai and Old Gun got out of the car, they sensed something was off, confirming their suspicions of deception.

They didn’t back down because if someone sought trouble willingly, they wouldn’t stop until it was resolved.

Besides, Yang Jiekai saw these troubles as little more than a waste of time.

No sooner had they stepped out than a shabby-looking man, cigarettes dangling from his mouth, approached and asked, “What are you here for?”

Yang Jiekai sized him up and said, “Where’s your boss? He owes me some money. I’m here to collect.”

The man glanced at Yang Jiekai, a sly gleam flickering in his eyes. “Follow me.”

They passed through a dilapidated courtyard and entered a rundown three-story building, eventually reaching the rooftop.

On the rooftop, several dozen people were smoking and playing cards. Their eyes immediately snapped toward Yang Jiekai and Old Gun.

“Them? They’re here to collect,” the small-time thug who led them said with a mocking smile.

The crowd rose as one, encircling Yang Jiekai and Old Gun.

Yang Jiekai remained calm. “Who’s in charge here? Step forward and speak.”

“I am,” said a man dressed rather neatly, stepping out from the crowd. A playful smirk curled his lips as he appraised Yang Jiekai and Old Gun. “What did you say? I didn’t quite catch that. Say it again.”

Yang Jiekai smiled slightly, his tone steady. “I heard you owe someone money. I’m here to collect. I don’t want trouble, so you’d better pay up now or regret it later.”

The gang burst into laughter, mocking the man’s audacity and doubting his grasp on reality.

“I’ll say it again. Hand over the money, and this ends here,” Yang Jiekai repeated.

The neat man snorted coldly, a sharp glint in his eyes. He nodded at a towering man over six feet tall. “The money’s with him. Go ask him.”

The big man stepped forward, grabbed Yang Jiekai by the collar, and growled, “Kid, believe me or not, I’ll throw you off this roof.”

“I don’t believe you,” Yang Jiekai replied, his expression shifting to one of amusement. “But if you don’t hand over the money, I’ll be the one to throw you off.”

“Dying to die?” The big man snarled, yanking harder to lift Yang Jiekai. But no matter how hard he tried, Yang Jiekai didn’t budge.

Suddenly, Yang Jiekai struck the man’s elbow hard. The big man winced and instinctively loosened his grip. Yang Jiekai grabbed his collar with the other hand and effortlessly lifted the nearly two-hundred-pound man off the ground.

“You look broke, so I’ll teach you a lesson,” Yang Jiekai said, then delivered a hook punch to the man’s stomach. With a powerful throw, he sent the man tumbling off the rooftop. A dull thud echoed from below.

The crowd froze. This big man was the toughest fighter among them, and he’d just been taken down so easily?

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