Chapter 52: All Ruthless Individuals
The reason Yang Haoran didn't chase after Wang Qing wasn't because he was magnanimous; rather, there were more pressing matters at hand.
High Liang's ghost had been sitting beside Wang Qing the whole time. Just now, when Guan Hai started arguing with Wang Qing, Yang Haoran hadn't interrupted Guan Hai or interjected precisely because his attention was drawn to High Liang, the ghost.
High Liang, who had originally been sitting quietly beside Wang Qing, immediately displayed intense hostility towards Guan Hai upon seeing him argue with Wang Qing.
When Guan Hai picked up the wine bottle and pursued Wang Qing, High Liang instantly transformed into a mass of black mist and coiled around Guan Hai's body.
Although the Yin Qi on Guan Hai's body had been dispelled by Yang Haoran, his physique remained very weak. Now, with High Liang transforming into black mist and coiling around Guan Hai's body, Guan Hai immediately felt his entire body go limp.
Normally, if High Liang coiled around a living person in this manner, it wouldn't have any significant effect in the short term. Only prolonged exposure would cause the living person to suffer from the influence of Yin Qi, making them frail and prone to illness. The reason Guan Hai felt so weak at that moment was, at its root, simply because his body was still too debilitated.
Seeing Guan Hai afflicted, how could Yang Haoran still care about Wang Qing? He immediately retrieved his Soul-Gathering Bead, then infused Spirit Power into it.
As Spirit Power flowed into the Soul-Gathering Bead, faint wisps of black mist appeared on its surface. Yang Haoran seized the Soul-Gathering Bead and rushed to Guan Hai's side, seemingly supporting the tottering man, but in reality, he was discreetly pressing the Soul-Gathering Bead onto Guan Hai's body.
The black mist that was High Liang coiled around Guan Hai's body, and at that moment, he resembled a black serpent with a human head, slithering across Guan Hai's form.
High Liang was terrified. Ever since his death, he had never again experienced what fear truly was, but now, he felt an unprecedented terror.
He wanted to resist, to break free from Guan Hai's body, but it was to no avail. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't escape this powerful suction.
He let out a terrified shriek, a sound inaudible to ordinary people, but one Yang Haoran could hear clearly.
High Liang's Spirit Body twisted and contorted. Before his shriek had even faded, he was entirely sucked into the Soul-Gathering Bead.
Freed from High Liang's entanglement, Guan Hai felt his body considerably better. The sensation of weakness vanished. Yang Haoran discreetly put away the Soul-Gathering Bead, then clapped Guan Hai on the back, dispelling the lingering wisps of Yin Qi that had adhered to him.
While all this sounds like a lengthy description, it actually transpired in mere moments. By the time Xiao Mo frantically rushed from the counter towards Guan Hai, Yang Haoran had already completed everything.
Neither Xiao Mo nor the other patrons in the bar saw Yang Haoran's actions of capturing the ghost. All they witnessed was Yang Haoran, seeing Guan Hai on the verge of fainting, dashing from his seat to immediately embrace him.
"Brother Guan Hai, are you alright? " Xiao Mo hastily asked, her voice laced with worry.
The reason for her intense anxiety was her knowledge that Guan Hai had fainted just last night, and his body was still very weak. He should have been resting and recuperating in the hospital at this time, yet here he was, appearing in a bar and even drinking. How could any normal person withstand such torment?
"I'm fine," Guan Hai said, shaking his head, then looked towards Yang Haoran.
By this time, Yang Haoran had already released Guan Hai. Instead of going after Wang Qing, he returned to his seat, picked up some tissues, and began wiping the blood from his face.
"Brother Yang, are you alright? " Guan Hai quickly asked.
Xiao Mo also noticed the blood on Guan Hai's face. Seeing the wound was still bleeding, she anxiously urged, "We should hurry to the hospital to disinfect and treat it! Don't let the wound get infected!"
Yang Haoran shook his head, a faint smile on his lips, and said, "It's not that much trouble."
As his words fell, Yang Haoran picked up a bottle of beer, bit open the cap with his teeth, and first chugged half of it down. Then, he pulled out a few tissues from the dispenser and poured the remaining half of the bottle onto them.
With the tissues soaked in beer, Yang Haoran directly applied them to his wound. This method of treating a wound was naturally unconventional, but he wasn't particular about such things, and with a fire burning in his heart at the moment, he cared even less.
"Damn it, I'm going to drag her back right now! This can't end like this! " Guan Hai declared, his face contorted with fury, and started to leave the bar, but he was pulled back by Xiao Mo, who was standing nearby.
"Brother Guan Hai, you can't go! You almost fainted again just now! " Xiao Mo quickly stopped him.
"You can barely walk, what chase are you talking about? Don't worry about this; I have a way to handle it. " After speaking, Yang Haoran looked at Xiao Mo and said, "You should take Hai Zi back to rest first. I have some matters I need to deal with."
Upon hearing Yang Haoran's words, Guan Hai became anxious. He quickly said, "I've learned a bit about this woman recently. She's used her body to get acquainted with some influential figures in Lecheng, both in the underworld and legitimate circles. I'm just one of them. Brother Yang, if you go after her alone, I'm worried you'll suffer a loss."
As he spoke, Guan Hai pulled out his phone and continued, "I'll call some people for you. That way, your safety will be guaranteed."
Yang Haoran stopped Guan Hai, his signature smile still on his face. He said, "No need to trouble yourself, I know what I'm doing."
Leaving the bar, Yang Haoran went nowhere else. Instead, he simply hailed a car and hurried back to his convenience store.
Seeing Yang Haoran leave, Guan Hai felt somewhat uneasy and immediately made several phone calls.
At a KTV in Lecheng, Wang Qing was engaged in some unspeakable activities with a portly, middle-aged man. After leaving Guan Hai's bar, Wang Qing first made a phone call, then arrived at this KTV.
After a session of passionate entanglement, Wang Qing nestled into the man's embrace, her face a picture of grievance, large teardrops continually rolling down.
"You seemed to be getting quite close to that boy Guan Hai these past few days. Why have you suddenly decided to deal with him now? " the portly middle-aged man asked Wang Qing, a smile on his face.
This portly middle-aged man was named Qu Gang. He had some influence in Lecheng's underworld, and people on the streets called him Fatty Qu.
Judging by Fatty Qu's words, he clearly knew that Wang Qing had been involved with Guan Hai these past few days, yet he showed no sign of jealousy, nor did he feel 'cuckolded'. r=aN0B`Es
Like Guan Hai, Fatty Qu knew exactly what kind of person Wang Qing was. Thus, neither Guan Hai nor Fatty Qu at that moment took Wang Qing to heart.
"Brother Gang," Wang Qing said, "Guan Hai and I aren't what you think. Nothing happened between us. I've been getting closer to him lately because I just wanted to be friends with him, but he was so ungrateful. He actually tried to hit me in that rundown bar of his! If I hadn't run fast enough, I'd be lying in a hospital bed right now."
Wang Qing spoke with a wronged expression, her tears gushing like rain, looking incredibly heartbroken. Anyone unaware of the situation would surely think this girl had been bullied by a gang of men in turns.
Fatty Qu chuckled, making no move to wipe away the tear stains on Wang Qing's face. He said, "Tell me what you want to do to that boy Guan Hai, just say the word."
Wang Qing nestled closer in Fatty Qu's arms. Upon hearing his words, her gaze instantly turned icy. She gnashed her teeth and said with a vicious tone, "If I could, I'd personally splash sulfuric acid on his face!"
Fatty Qu was momentarily stunned. He hadn't expected Wang Qing to be so ruthless, but he quickly recovered and continued to laugh, "Haha, alright! No problem!"
Wang Qing was overjoyed. She then continued, "And his friend, that hick named Yang. Brother Gang, can you help your little sister deal with him too?"
Fatty Qu took a sip of his drink, then squeezed Wang Qing's breast, asking with a smile, "How do you want to deal with him?"
"It'd be best if he were killed! " Wang Qing seemed to have made this decision long ago, and she answered instantly.
Fatty Qu was stunned again. He hadn't expected to still underestimate Wang Qing's viciousness, or perhaps, to underestimate this woman's childishness.
However, he didn't call her out. Instead, he dropped the smile from his face and said with a serious expression, "How much animosity is there, that you need to kill him to vent your anger?"
"I just want him dead, no reason needed," Wang Qing replied.
"Killing someone isn't a simple matter. To avoid implicating us, it requires meticulous planning, and besides—"
Before Fatty Qu could finish his sentence, Wang Qing broke free from his embrace, her body bared, and knelt before him, her hands and mouth becoming busy.
Wang Qing diligently worked. Fatty Qu didn't stop her; instead, he said with an expression of enjoyment, "Alright, no problem, but I'll need some time."
Receiving Fatty Qu's promise, Wang Qing burst into tears of joy and worked even harder.
Fatty Qu observed Wang Qing's reaction, a cold sneer forming in his heart. He thought to himself, "Truly as foolish as they come, believing anything she's told. But it's fine; without such women, my life would be lacking some spice."
While Fatty Qu and Wang Qing were engaged in unspeakable activities at the KTV, Yang Haoran had returned to his convenience store. Unlike usual, upon arriving at his convenience store tonight, he had no intention of opening for business. Instead, the main door was tightly locked.
Inside the shop, Yang Haoran sat on a chair. By now, the bleeding on his face had stopped, and the cut inflicted by the broken glass had already scabbed over, though it still hurt a little.
He took out a mirror and looked, seeing the wound wasn't very large. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. His appearance was already quite ordinary; if he were to get another gruesome scar, it would be even harder to find a girlfriend in the future.
Putting down the mirror, he then took the Soul-Gathering Bead from his shoulder bag.
The Soul-Gathering Bead now looked no different from usual, except that inside it, a black thread had appeared. This black thread furiously slammed against the inner walls of the Soul-Gathering Bead, at times transforming into a human face, at others reverting to black mist, as if trying to smash a hole through the bead.
This black thread was none other than High Liang.
Watching High Liang furiously smash against the inside of the Soul-Gathering Bead, Yang Haoran couldn't help but think of Wang Qing. No anger showed on his face; instead, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled upward.
"It's good for young people to suffer a few losses; otherwise, they'll never truly grow. However, some losses are simply too great to bear."
Muttering to himself, Yang Haoran mobilized the Spirit Power within his body. Then, with black mist swirling from his finger, he tapped the Soul-Gathering Bead.
As his finger tapped the Soul-Gathering Bead, the bead itself also emitted black mist. Immediately afterward, High Liang's soul, as if unshackled, successfully surged out of the Soul-Gathering Bead!
Bursting out of the Soul-Gathering Bead, High Liang's first instinct was to flee. However, at that very moment, Yang Haoran spoke.
"Do you want to be with Wang Qing forever?"
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