Chapter 20

"Oil and water are plentiful on the street outside No. 7 Middle School," Han Sanqiang analyzed.

"Is it enough in the area around the train station?" Qin Lang shook his head, "It must be something else."

"It must be that this guy wants to sell drugs to students!" Han Sanqiang added.

Qin Lang still shook his head, "That doesn't make sense. If it's just about selling drugs, students aren't the best choice. Their consumption is limited, and if they get caught, the impact would be very bad."

Just from Qin Lang's speculation, Han Sanqiang felt inferior. He couldn't help but think, "Brother Qin is indeed a top student from a key middle school. His mind is just better than mine. I should have studied more back then."

"Then, Brother Qin, what do you think Sang Kun is after?" Han Sanqiang asked.

"I'll find out myself," Qin Lang smiled faintly, "By the way, do you have Man Niu's phone number?"

"I do," Han Sanqiang said hesitantly, "Brother Qin, do you want to ask Man Niu? He definitely won't tell you."

"You won't know unless you try." Qin Lang picked up Han Sanqiang's phone and dialed Man Niu's number.

"Damn you, Han Sanqiang, XXX..." As soon as the call connected, Ma Niu started cursing, but he was cursing at Han Sanqiang.

After Man Niu had finished cursing, Qin Lang said, "Man Niu, it's Qin Lang."

Man Niu fell silent. He remembered Qin Lang very well because if it weren't for Qin Lang, he wouldn't be lying in the orthopedic hospital now.

"Qin Lang? I'll get my revenge on you!" Man Niu said with hatred.

"Whatever," Qin Lang replied indifferently, "Man Niu, I have a question for you. Why does Sang Kun want the street outside No. 7 Middle School?"

"Damn, do you think I'm a pig? I won't tell you—," Man Niu was still arrogant over the phone.

"Man Niu, you really are a pig. By saying that, you're telling me you know the reason!" Qin Lang hung up and threw the phone back to Han Sanqiang, "It seems Man Niu knows the reason."

"But he won't tell us," Han Sanqiang said.

"He must tell us!" Qin Lang said calmly, "It's Saturday, and we have nothing to do. Find out which hospital Man Niu is in, and I'll go give him some flowers."

Han Sanqiang knew Qin Lang was going to take action, but he was also a bit worried, "Man Niu was beaten by you last time and has definitely increased his security. I think—"

"Man Niu is just a minor character. Eighteen or eighty, it doesn't matter." Qin Lang smiled, "Why don't we go together?"

Han Sanqiang was taken aback but then felt a surge of blood, "Alright! I'll show Man Niu and Sang Kun that I, Han Sanqiang, am not to be messed with!"

Saying that, Han Sanqiang took a big gulp of alcohol, looking like he was ready to die.

But Han Sanqiang didn't want to die. He believed in Qin Lang's strength.

The two left the KTV, and Mao Ge, the doorman, had already handed over the 500 yuan he had collected to Qin Lang, "Brother Qin, this is for your car fare."

Qin Lang knew the taxi driver often did this kind of thing, and the 500 yuan was a lesson he deserved.

"Mao Zi, keep your eyes open in the future!" Han Sanqiang glared at Mao Zi, but he didn't have time to teach him a lesson tonight. They drove a cloned minivan to the Xiaoyang City Orthopedic Hospital.

Twenty minutes later, the minivan stopped in front of a flower shop next to the hospital. Qin Lang bought two bouquets of white chrysanthemums. He and Han Sanqiang each held one and walked into the hospital ward, covering their faces.

Han Sanqiang started to get nervous. He held the flowers in one hand and was ready to draw his knife with the other.

"Brother San, calm down. We're just here to visit a patient," Qin Lang said to Han Sanqiang.

Han Sanqiang didn't know how Qin Lang could be so calm. Was he really not afraid or nervous at all?

Qin Lang was indeed not nervous. He even chatted with the on-duty nurse and found out Man Niu's room number very smoothly. Then he and Han Sanqiang took the stairs to Man Niu's room.

Man Niu's room was on the fourth floor. He was quite enjoying himself, staying in a luxury room. He had also left two people to keep watch near the stairs and elevator.

Although there were only two people, it wasn't easy to bypass them without being noticed. With today's advanced communication, a single phone call could bring a large group of reinforcements.

But since they were already here, Han Sanqiang didn't want to return empty-handed. Just as he was about to charge forward, Qin Lang held him back, "I'll handle it."

Qin Lang walked over with the flowers. The lookout, a young thug with yellow hair, saw Qin Lang and put down his newspaper, standing up and focusing on Qin Lang. Qin Lang didn't stop and continued walking forward. The yellow-haired thug reached out to move the flowers to see Qin Lang's face. At that moment, Qin Lang reached out and covered the thug's mouth, immediately delivering a knockout powder to his nose and mouth.

Qin Lang's knockout powder was top-notch. In a blink, the yellow-haired thug passed out. Qin Lang gently placed him back in the chair and covered his head with the newspaper. To an uninformed person, it would look like the thug had fallen asleep.

Seeing Qin Lang's smooth and seamless actions, Han Sanqiang couldn't help but admire him. He thought, "Brother Qin is indeed Brother Qin. His moves are clean and swift, just like a super agent in the movies."

Qin Lang did the same to the thug at the elevator, then nodded to Han Sanqiang and entered Man Niu's room.

"Damn, Man Niu! You sure know how to enjoy yourself!" Han Sanqiang cursed at Man Niu, who was lying in bed, "You didn't think I would come to settle the score, did you!"

Man Niu had instructed Ah Wu to add large amounts of vitamin C to Han Sanqiang's water and food, and then had him eat seafood repeatedly, causing Han Sanqiang to suffer from arsenic poisoning, nearly costing him his life. So Han Sanqiang hated Man Niu deeply. Now that Man Niu was a prisoner, Han Sanqiang was already thinking about how to torture him.

Bang!

At that moment, the door to the room was suddenly locked, and a small thug blocked the door.

The door to the bathroom suddenly opened, and over ten thugs armed with machetes surrounded Han Sanqiang and Qin Lang.

"Han Sanqiang, I never thought you would come in person!" Man Niu's voice rang out. He was the last to come out of the bathroom, with thick white bandages wrapped around his chest, as his ribs had been broken by Qin Lang last time.

Seeing this setup, Han Sanqiang knew he and Qin Lang had fallen into Man Niu's trap.

Man Niu said smugly, "Han Sanqiang, you're a fool! This trap was set for Qin Lang, but I didn't expect you, the fool, to come along to die. But this is better, solving both of you at once! And you, Qin Lang, do you really think you're Huang Fei Hong, that your kung fu is so great? I'll use the plot from the movies and trick both of you!"

"Man Niu, we came to give you flowers," even in the trap, Qin Lang remained calm, "These two bouquets of white chrysanthemums, please accept them."

"Damn, white chrysanthemums are for the dead. Keep them for yourselves!" Man Niu sneered.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the Man Niu's stand-in on the bed leaped up, a curved knife in hand, and slashed at Qin Lang's back.

Qin Lang had been on guard against the "fake" on the bed. Hearing the wind, he knew the attack was coming. As the stand-in leaped, Qin Lang turned sharply and delivered a kick to the stand-in's stomach.

Peng!

The attacker was kicked flying, hitting the ceiling and then crashing back onto the bed. He felt as if his bones were shattered and could only lie there groaning, unable to hold his knife, which fell to the floor.

"Amazing!"

Han Sanqiang saw Qin Lang's real skills and was surprised by his violence. A single kick could send a nearly 200-pound man flying to the ceiling. Seeing Qin Lang's prowess, Han Sanqiang's confidence soared, while Man Niu's men were intimidated and dared not attack.

"Great!" Man Niu sneered, "Qin Lang, no wonder you're so arrogant. You do have real skills! But you're up against me, Man Niu, and you're dead today! Your kung fu is great, but can you stop a bullet?"

Saying that, Man Niu suddenly pulled out a black pistol from behind his back.

Han Sanqiang's face changed. He could see that the pistol was a modified one, but its power was almost as strong as a real one. He quickly said, "Man Niu! Are you crazy! There are rules on the streets, no guns! Do you want to bring the police here?"

"Fool! Han Sanqiang, this is why you're destined to be swallowed up by us!" Man Niu said disdainfully, "If I kill you two here, I can find a crippled underling to take the blame and go to jail for me! I've thought it all through. You two fools, do you think it's still the age of fists?"

"Man Niu! You're the real fool—don't these two bouquets of white chrysanthemums smell good?" Qin Lang smiled faintly.

As Qin Lang spoke, Man Niu saw his men fall one by one, as if drunk. Then he himself felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground.

"Brother Qin, you're really amazing—" Han Sanqiang was full of admiration, but he was also swaying.

Qin Lang quickly gave Han Sanqiang a pill, smiling, "Aqiang, you can't fall. We still have things to do."