Chapter 10

Xiao Cheng took a small white bottle from his small bag and put it in his pocket. Qiao Yifeng thought it was just a hangover remedy and paid no attention to it.

The two men walked out of the private room, and Qiao Yifeng's face immediately turned extremely gloomy. In the afternoon, Xiao Cheng had slapped him, and he had been enduring it to prevent any complications, all for the plan to drug him that evening. However, Xiao Cheng had ruined the plan, and now he saw no reason to continue holding back.

He had been preparing this plan for some time. To get Fang Yujia to come out, he had invested a lot of resources, even buying the two CML2 pills from 'Third Master' with great difficulty. Now, all his preparations had been wasted because of Xiao Cheng, a spoiled brat. How could he swallow this humiliation?

Xiao Cheng walked ahead of Qiao Yifeng, and Qiao Yifeng's change in expression did not escape his notice. Xiao Cheng smiled and shrugged, not taking it seriously at all.

He was very curious about where Qiao Yifeng had gotten the CML2 pills. As far as he knew, in the entire city of Shanghai, only he could obtain such pills. This kind of drug was not something just anyone could get, even in its place of origin, North America, it was rare. Moreover, Qiao Yifeng's pills were clearly from a few years ago, and CML2 had long been discontinued.

Qiao Yifeng gave a signal to the waiter, and soon two muscular men with exaggerated tattoos appeared behind him. Xiao Cheng, walking ahead, paid no attention. The strength of these two men was no secret to his senses; they were just a couple of thugs who had practiced external martial arts for a few years, and he didn't take them seriously at all.

His senses were like a thermal imaging camera, able to show different colors based on the strength of energy in others' bodies. The brighter the color, the stronger the person. In his senses, these two men were only slightly brighter than ordinary people.

Following Qiao Yifeng's lead, Xiao Cheng walked into the restroom.

Qiao Yifeng let the two muscular men in and quietly closed the door, then said with a confident smirk, "Young Master Xiao, how do you feel now?"

Qiao Yifeng didn't understand CML2 and guessed that the effects should have started. He was really curious about what would happen to a man after taking this drug, whether it would be similar to what women experienced...

To his surprise, when Xiao Cheng turned around and saw the two muscular men behind him, he showed no surprise at all, as if he had known about it all along. However, Qiao Yifeng thought Xiao Cheng was just drunk and disoriented, and didn't think much of it.

"Do you really want to know?" Xiao Cheng smiled. No one knew the effects of CML2 better than he did. The drug needed at least twenty minutes to take effect; it wouldn't be that fast.

Xiao Cheng had been pretending to be drunk, swaying and nodding his head, but now Qiao Yifeng noticed that his eyes were clear and he showed no signs of intoxication.

But even if Xiao Cheng had been pretending to be drunk, so what? He didn't believe the drug wouldn't affect Xiao Cheng, and he still had his thugs.

He was determined to teach Xiao Cheng a lesson today. Although he didn't dare to kill him, he could cripple him. He could always blame it on the mafia. After all, Xiao Cheng, a spoiled brat, was always causing trouble, and it would be normal for him to be retaliated against. Even if Xiao Cheng knew it was him, who would believe it given his character?

"Let me tell you the truth. I drugged the fruit wine you drank. It's a drug you've never seen before. I'm very curious, how do you feel now? Are you feeling hot all over, burning with desire?"

Qiao Yifeng laughed, his originally handsome face twisting into a grotesque expression. As he laughed, the two muscular men behind him also cackled.

"Since you're so curious, I'll let you experience it deeply soon."

Xiao Cheng found it really amusing. It was just CML2, something he had already moved past.

"Hmph, still defiant at the brink of death. Don't think you can be arrogant just because you're from a hidden cultivation family. You're only at the first stage of Foundation Establishment. Hmph! Hidden cultivation? You're not even my match. Let me tell you, I'm a seventh-degree black belt in Taekwondo. You, a spoiled brat who just eats and drinks and waits to die, what do you have besides your family? If it weren't for your family, you would have died many times over. Today, I'll give you a profound lesson!"

Qiao Yifeng had been holding back these words for a long time. When he was slapped in the afternoon, he wanted to say them. Now, saying them made him feel relieved.

"Attack!" Qiao Yifeng said, catching his breath, and then ordered the two muscular men.

Xiao Cheng's eyes narrowed, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. What Qiao Yifeng had said was indeed a true reflection of his past life, but he was no longer the same person. He wouldn't get angry over this.

The two muscular men laughed and walked towards Xiao Cheng, cracking their knuckles. They were about to tease him, but before they could say anything, Xiao Cheng charged at them.

Xiao Cheng mobilized his true qi and used his senses to interfere with theirs. Their movements clearly paused, and Xiao Cheng took the opportunity to strike. His hands formed palms, infused with true qi, and he slashed at the necks of the two men. The entire process happened in the blink of an eye. With two slaps, the two men's eyes rolled back, blood seeped from their ears and noses, and they fell straight to the ground.

The men twitched slightly on the ground and then fell silent, their eyes wide open, staring at the fluorescent lights in the restroom, never understanding how someone could be so fast.

Xiao Cheng had only used a single palm strike to sever their spines, a fatal injury.

Qiao Yifeng watched the scene before him, completely stunned, his mind blank. Two men had died right in front of him, and it had taken only one move. Although he had done many bad things, he had never killed anyone, let alone seen someone die in front of him.

In the end, he was just a man who had never seen bloodshed and had a bit of cunning.

Qiao Yifeng finally came to his senses after a while, his body trembling slightly. If he hadn't had a bit of composure, he might have wet himself. He couldn't understand why Xiao Guowei had told him that Xiao Cheng was only at the first stage of Foundation Establishment, and he had confirmed this through various sources.

A cultivator at the first stage of Foundation Establishment was only slightly stronger than an ordinary person and should not be a match for two muscular men. Yet, Xiao Cheng had killed two men with a wave of his hand. What kind of strength was this? Moreover, Xiao Cheng had killed two people without batting an eye, clearly not the first time.

Qiao Yifeng was utterly terrified. He had just boasted about being a seventh-degree black belt in Taekwondo.

"Then, let me see what your Taekwondo is like, Young Master Qiao!"

Taekwondo? To Xiao Cheng, it was just a joke. This flashy art, stolen from Chinese martial arts, might have some effect on ordinary people, but it was nothing to him.

Xiao Cheng didn't bother with words, and kicked Qiao Yifeng in the chest. Qiao Yifeng's face turned red with pain, his features contorted. Xiao Cheng grabbed Qiao Yifeng, turned him around, and took out a white bottle from his pocket.

"Hmph! You had the nerve to drug my sister-in-law, but you didn't even bother to find out who I am. Hmph, the women I've drugged could fill a mahjong table."

Qiao Yifeng subconsciously thought, a mahjong table only has four people... but then Xiao Cheng added:

"I mean mahjong!"

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Rolling on the ground, begging for recommendations, collections, and everything else!

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