Chapter 63

Chapter 61: Scream

Sigh, I have never seen anyone with such incredible martial arts skills. Back at headquarters, the Blue Wolf Hall, the Sky Wolf Hall, and the most powerful White Tiger Hall, a few hundred people combined were utterly defeated by him alone! Moreover, his strikes were ruthless; once he hit someone, they couldn't get back up. Additionally, the victims showed no obvious external injuries, but hospital examinations revealed severe internal organ damage."

"Hidden Power!" After hearing Wang Haitao's description, Qi Hongbing was inwardly shocked. Having trained in the mantis fist from a young age under a renowned master, he was very familiar with the different levels of martial arts: Manifest Power, Hidden Power, and Transforming Power. Only those who had reached the level of Hidden Power could achieve such a result, where the exterior showed no damage, but the interior was severely injured.

However, what surprised him even more was that this person named Liu Dong had already reached the level of Hidden Power before he turned twenty. This was almost the same level as his own teacher, and his current martial arts skills were far from reaching that level. He might never have the chance to achieve it in his lifetime.

Of course, this also made Qi Hongbing feel a sense of unreality about the Liu Dong described by Wang Haitao, because in his understanding, no one had ever reached the level of Hidden Power before the age of twenty.

At this moment, everyone was completely immersed in the memories of that battle, and no one noticed the unusual expression on Qi Hongbing's face.

"Due to the large number of elite members being injured, we not only had to pay a huge amount in medical expenses, but it also greatly weakened the Black Tiger Gang. Many of the high-ranking members, who were originally hall leaders, spent half a year in the hospital and, after recovering, were unwilling to continue their dangerous lives and left the gang!"

"Furthermore, to maintain our gang's status and to prevent this greatest humiliation in the Black Tiger Gang's history from spreading, I issued a gag order. So, the new members who have been in the gang for less than two years basically don't know about Liu Dong!"

Actually, Wang Haitao didn't mention one thing: Liu Dong had used a machete he had taken from a Black Tiger Gang member to press against his neck and forced him to abandon the protection fees for the entire antique street. Of course, Wang Haitao wouldn't mention such a humiliating incident on his own, and the other hall leaders, though they knew, wouldn't be foolish enough to touch on their boss's sore spot.

"Hmm, what time is it?" Liu Dong, who had just opened his eyes and climbed out of bed, thought to himself as he looked at the bright sunlight outside the window. However, he soon saw on the alarm clock by his bed that the short hour hand was pointing to eleven, and the minute hand was at six.

"Didn't realize it's already half past eleven! Looks like I should try to avoid sleeping in too much in the future, or I might get addicted!"

With this thought, Liu Dong stretched, feeling his bones crackle lightly. After stretching, he felt refreshed and put on his slippers, quietly opening the door. Seeing that Wang Qiang was still sound asleep on the sofa, he walked even more quietly.

He tiptoed to the bathroom and opened the door, but before he could turn on the water, he was completely stunned by the scene before him.

A woman with a fair, smooth, and plump body, her breasts high and firm, the pink nipples like freshly peeled chicken heads, though large, showed no signs of sagging. Below was a slender waist and a round, silver-dish-like buttock, and two long, straight, and white legs. From Liu Dong's vantage point, he could clearly see the mysterious area between her legs.

Without a doubt, any man who saw this woman's body would feel an irresistible urge to commit a crime. However, while Liu Dong was moved, he was also shocked by the beautiful and familiar face of the woman.

Jiang Tingting was at a loss. After Wang Qiang had washed her body the previous night, she had taken off her outer clothes and washed them. Jiang Tingting, who was used to sleeping naked, felt thirsty at around seven or eight o'clock and drank the water Wang Qiang had left by her bed. Then, in a daze, she took off her bra and panties.

Moreover, Wang Qiang, to avoid suspicion, had never told Jiang Tingting that Liu Dong was living with her. So, when Jiang Tingting woke up and went to the bathroom, she saw Wang Qiang, who was still naked, and ran into the bathroom and squatted on the toilet. She didn't expect to run into Liu Dong, who was also using the bathroom.

Furthermore, to avoid waking Wang Qiang, Liu Dong had intentionally walked quietly, so Jiang Tingting, who hadn't closed the bathroom door, was completely exposed to Liu Dong from head to toe.

"Ahh...!" A scream far louder than anyone else's echoed through the entire floor. Liu Dong, rubbing his ringing ears, ran out of the bathroom in a panic. He then told the now awake but still confused Wang Qiang, "I have something to do this afternoon, so I'll leave first!" and, without returning to his room, hurriedly opened the door and rushed out.

Hearing Jiang Tingting's loud cries of "Pervert!" from inside, Liu Dong couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, thinking, "This time, even if I jump into the Yellow River, I can't wash myself clean!"

Because he had never dealt with such a situation before, Liu Dong, at a loss, fled the house in a panic. Although he wanted to explain, thinking of Jiang Tingting, who had never been friendly to him, he hesitated and finally shook his head. He could imagine how agitated Miss Jiang would be after being seen naked by him. Even if he wanted to explain, she probably wouldn't listen. So, it might be better to wait until she calmed down before explaining, which might be more effective.

However, having never been in a relationship and not having much experience with women, he didn't realize that women, regardless of age, are generally emotional creatures and wouldn't care about who was right or wrong.

Leaving the building, Liu Dong rode his bicycle out of the neighborhood. This time, he didn't go to the antique market but to the Xinhua Bookstore on Quancheng Road. Founded in 1983, this bookstore, with a floor area of over 5,000 square meters, was the most diverse in the entire city. He often came here to buy books.

He bought books on "Chinese Art History," "Chinese Painting History," Geng Baochang's "Appraisal of Ming and Qing Porcelain," Ye Zhemin's "Chinese Ceramic History," Feng Xianming's "Chinese Ceramics," and many others, including books on bronze ware, calligraphy, porcelain, antiques, and jade. He even bought a large number of books on gemstone gambling.

However, these books were not cheap, especially with their numerous color illustrations, which made them two to three times more expensive than ordinary books. It cost Liu Dong over a thousand yuan to buy the two large stacks of books. In the past, he would have been reluctant to spend so much money and would have preferred to search for old books at the antique market. But now, with over ten million yuan in his bank account, he felt more generous.

"Money is indeed a good thing!" When Liu Dong carried the two bundles of books out of the bookstore, he couldn't help but think. "But it's really time to buy a car! Otherwise, it's really inconvenient!" He placed the books on the back of his bicycle, untied the rope, and tied the books to the back seat. After patting them to make sure they wouldn't fall off, he couldn't help but think. Fortunately, he had asked the staff to wrap the books in thick kraft paper before leaving, or the book-loving Liu Dong wouldn't have been able to bear tying them so tightly with the rope.

While Liu Dong was tying the books to the back of his bicycle, he didn't notice two young men with excited expressions and disheveled hair, who were looking at him with a suspicious and roguish air, constantly sizing him up.

---

End of Page AD

Start of Page AD