Volume Four: Renowned Far and Wide Chapter 107: The Turmoil at the Gathering

The next day, at the Beihai Grand Hotel.

Wang Qiang and Zhou Ming received notice that a class reunion was being held here today. They pulled Qin Yang along since they were all from the same class anyway. There was no need to feel embarrassed.

Outside the hotel, Wang Qiang and Zhou Ming each drove a car. After the reunion, Zhou Ming had to return to his workplace, so he would be the one to drive Qin Yang back to Sanmiao County.

The parking lot was packed. It took quite some effort to find a spot and park.

At that moment, they noticed someone standing nearby, holding a young woman. She was quite attractive, but for some reason, when Qin Yang looked at her, he sensed a certain slyness deep within her.

A smirk spread across his lips, especially as he looked at the young man beside her—the smile grew even more pronounced.

Han Zihua looked at Wang Qiang, pursed his lips, and sneered coldly, “Tsk tsk! Isn’t this Wang Qiang and Qin Yang? Since graduating from college, they’ve fallen so far—now they can only drive secondhand cars?”

“See that white BMW over there? Just got it this morning,” Han Zihua taunted smugly.

Wang Qiang wanted to retort, but Zhou Ming approached at that moment. “Boss, Third Brother, let’s go. Don’t bother with him. He’s an official in a state-owned enterprise now and has started learning how to be corrupt.”

Han Zihua’s face darkened as he watched them walk away. Back in school, the four roommates didn’t get along with him, especially Qin Yang. He had long wanted to get back at him but never had the chance. Later, when Qin Yang offended Guo Shao, Han Zihua paid it little mind—after all, Qin Yang had disappeared from Beihai for almost a year. If it weren’t for this encounter, he would have forgotten about him entirely.

“Mr. Han, who are those guys? How dare they talk to you like that?” the woman beside him teased, coquettishly pressing her chest against his arm.

Han Zihua felt the unusual touch on his arm, his eyes burning with desire. “Such a charming little demon. Didn’t I satisfy you last night?”

“Oh, Mr. Han, don’t say that. You’re making me shy,” she teased back.

He gave her a firm squeeze on the hip and, watching Qin Yang and the others leave, muttered, “Just a bunch of fools. Watch how I deal with them today.”

Inside a private room.

Qin Yang and his two companions sat in a corner, smoking cigarettes. The others pretended not to see them. After all, when they arrived earlier, Captain Han had made it clear: today was about humiliating Wang Qiang, Zhou Ming, and Qin Yang.

Back in school, Qin Yang had been infatuated with Zeng Qian but was ultimately deflowered by someone else.

Han Zihua pushed open the door and laughed heartily. “Just now Zeng Qian called me. She’s been swamped lately but managed to come. When her big day comes, we’ll all go together. Oh, Qin Yang, she specifically asked me to tell you to be sure to attend.”

“And by the way,” he continued, “why didn’t you end up with Zeng Qian?”

As soon as he spoke, the atmosphere in the room changed.

Don’t hit the face, don’t expose the shame—but Han Zihua wasted no time, blatantly trying to embarrass Qin Yang.

“Damn it…” Zhou Ming’s temper flared. He grabbed a beer bottle, ready to smash it at Han Zihua, who quickly backed away in fear.

“Xiao Si, you’re this old and still have such a temper? What era do you think this is?” Qin Yang chided.

“This is a harmonious society now. You can’t just go smashing beer bottles.”

Taking a deep drag from his cigarette, Qin Yang smiled faintly. “Han Zihua, I’ll forgive you this once. But if there’s a next time—for you or your whole Han family—you’ll be erased from Beihai. Don’t believe me? You can try.”

His arrogance was boundless, ruthless.

It was a threat, but one delivered with undeniable authority.

Han Zihua’s face darkened. He hadn’t expected to be threatened like this. Though the Han family wasn’t particularly powerful in Beihai, they were somewhat known.

“Qin Yang, what do you think you are? Do you think it’s still the school days? Honestly, if I wanted to mess with you, it would take seconds. Believe it or not?”

“Heh, is that so?”

As the two argued, others tried to mediate. After all, it was a reunion, and things getting too tense wouldn’t be good.

“If it weren’t for old times’ sake, just based on that sentence, I’d make you regret it,” Han Zihua spat venomously.

Wang Qiang grabbed a chair and hurled it toward Han Zihua.

“Damn it, you’re bullying Third Brother because he has a good temper? My temper’s not so nice. I’m all alone now. If you’ve got the guts, come mess with me.”

Wang Qiang seemed mad with rage. Han Zihua lay in a pool of blood, fear evident in his eyes.

Qin Yang furrowed his brow. He had never heard the big brother mention this before. He looked at Zhou Ming. “You knew about this?”

After five minutes, Qin Yang understood the whole story, his eyes burning with fierce intent.

Guo Zifeng.

Qin Yang never imagined that because of him, their big brother’s parents were both killed. The instigator behind it was Guo Zifeng.

The boyfriend of Qin Yang’s ex-girlfriend Zeng Qian—or more accurately, her fiancé.

He had thought the world was at least partly just, but now?

Just over a fight, someone arranged for their big brother’s parents to be hit and killed.

A flicker of guilt stirred in his heart, but even more so, a murderous rage toward Guo Zifeng.

“Heh, that wedding? I’ll make it a funeral.”

For ten full minutes, no one dared to calm them down. Wang Qiang grabbed a bottle of beer and chugged it fiercely. Zhou Ming called the others to leave and took Han Zihua away to the hospital.

“Big brother, I…”

Tears streaming down his face, Wang Qiang shook his head. “Third Brother, it’s not your fault. I was just angry but never imagined Guo Zifeng was so ruthless.”

“I’m already prepared. When they get married, I’ll stab him to death.”

Those words startled Qin Yang.

“Big brother, listen to me. Don’t do anything about this. I’ll handle it. You just watch.”

Zhou Ming sat nearby, heart pounding as he overheard the conversation. In such a short time, one brother was ready to die trying to kill the other, while the other was planning some ruthless tactic.

Rubbing his temples, he sighed deeply.

Neither of his brothers was easy to deal with. He was already planning to tell their father and see what could be done.

The three were all in low spirits, drinking heavily. Gradually, Wang Qiang’s mood lightened.

Suddenly, three police officers entered and looked at them. “Who is Wang Qiang?”

“I am.”

“Come with us,” said a tall officer, pulling out handcuffs.

Qin Yang stepped forward. “May I ask what crime my brother has committed that requires handcuffs? Even if he’s a suspect, this seems unnecessary.”

Gao Jingjing, hearing this, agreed. After all, they’d been ordered to arrest him but not to use excessive force. Besides, none of them showed any sign of fleeing.

“Come on, I’ll go with you,” Qin Yang said to Zhou Ming with a nod. Since they were from the same system, it would be awkward for Zhou Ming to go along.

Watching Wang Qiang and Qin Yang leave, Zhou Ming picked up his phone and dialed his father.