The Supreme Young Master

Chapter 20:

Qin Fei casually grabbed a half-empty bag of chips from the coffee table, popped one into his mouth, and smiled at Chen Baimei. “Here’s the deal. We each tell a joke. If you can make me laugh, I’ll crawl around the entire hall ten times while barking like a dog. How about that?”

Chen Baimei narrowed his eyes at Qin Fei, already convinced that he was just a fool trying to act crazy and escape his fate. “And what if you make me laugh? Should I bark like a dog too?”

Sitting on the ground, Long Zaitian was seething with rage. He felt that Qin Fei was making a mockery of Zhao Muxin’s dignity. If Qin Fei truly had any skills, he should use them to defeat the Tiger List expert instead of playing games. If not, he should take Zhao Muxin and run for their lives. What was the point of telling jokes? Did he think a Tiger List expert was so easy to fool?

Zhao Zhongyi sighed inwardly. He had been deceived by Qin Fei’s words, and now it seemed that the young man was trying to worm his way out of danger, leaving them to fend for themselves.

Only Zhao Muxin remained steadfast, gazing at Qin Fei with unwavering trust. She even turned to Chen Baimei and said, “Qin Fei is amazing! Even his jokes can kill!”

Hearing this, Chen Baimei’s interest piqued. He grinned. “Alright then, you go first. Let me see how funny you can be.”

Qin Fei nodded, holding a chip between his fingers, and said with a faint smile, “Here’s my joke: I’m going to kill you right now, as easily as crushing an ant or a dog, and you won’t even have the chance to fight back.”

Chen Baimei burst into laughter. “Hahaha! You’re hilarious! That’s the best joke I’ve heard in ages. Alright, I’ll let you go—hahaha!” He laughed heartily, pointing toward the door.

However, the next moment, his laughter stopped abruptly. Like a lifeless tree stump, he collapsed to the floor, his eyes wide open in disbelief, as if he couldn’t understand how he had died.

Only Qin Fei knew the answer. The moment Chen Baimei had raised his arm, he exposed the “Fengchi Acupoint” under his armpit—one of the body’s fatal points. Qin Fei had flicked the chip like a hidden weapon, striking the point and killing him instantly. It might not have been the most honorable way to win, but was it fair for a Tiger List expert to come after an ordinary person?

Looking at the stunned faces around him, Qin Fei chuckled. “Tiger List experts really have poor mental resilience… Just one joke, and he laughed himself to death!”

“You see! I told you Qin Fei was amazing! He doesn’t even need to fight; his jokes can kill!” Zhao Muxin cheered, wrapping her arms around Qin Fei’s arm. Her bright smile was more dazzling than the crystal chandelier in the living room.

Even after decades in the business world, Zhao Zhongyi couldn’t comprehend how a formidable Tiger List master had died laughing. However, since the crisis was resolved, he let out a breath of relief and nodded. “Well done, Mr. Qin. Old Tang, clean this up. I’ll take Mr. Qin out for a meal.”

“Yes, sir,” the middle-aged butler nodded, putting on a pair of white gloves.

Long Zaitian slowly climbed to his feet, his mind buzzing. He felt like he was dreaming. A man who had easily overpowered him was killed by a joke? Was Qin Fei just lucky, or was he hiding his true strength?

But none of that mattered now. Chen Baimei was lying lifeless on the ground. Whether it was luck or skill, Qin Fei had won.

Long Zaitian noticed the way Zhao Muxin was looking at Qin Fei, her eyes practically sparkling. He sighed inwardly, realizing his chances with her were dwindling. “Uncle Zhao, I have something to take care of. I’ll get going now,” he said.

“Xiaotian, stay and join us for dinner,” Zhao Zhongyi quickly said. Although Long Zaitian hadn’t defeated Chen Baimei, he had shown courage by stepping up.

“Haha, Brother Long, don’t leave! If you hadn’t weakened Chen Baimei earlier, my joke wouldn’t have worked,” Qin Fei said with a grin. He didn’t mind giving Long Zaitian some credit.

“Yeah, Brother Xiaotian, you looked so cool when you fought!” Zhao Muxin giggled at Long Zaitian with a playful smile.

Although she didn’t have romantic feelings for him, she valued his friendship. After all, the Long family carried some weight in Jiangcheng.

“Really?” Long Zaitian scratched his head, his earlier frustration melting away in Zhao Muxin’s sweet smile.

The group laughed and chatted as they headed to the garage, piling into Zhao Zhongyi’s Bentley and driving off to Jiangcheng’s largest five-star hotel.

The next day, Qin Fei slept in until past ten o’clock before waking up, stretching lazily. Last night had been a feast of delicacies, and Zhao Zhongyi had even given him a bank card with three million yuan as a reward. Qin Fei gladly accepted it, as he needed the money now more than ever.

With the Zhao family’s troubles resolved, Qin Fei was ready to focus on his own matters. After bidding farewell to a reluctant Zhao Muxin, he left the Zhao residence.

However, he had barely walked a short distance before his phone rang. He checked the caller ID—it was Wang Houde. He answered the call, “Hello, Old Wang?”

“Brother Qin! What have you been up to? I’ve been trying to reach you for ages!” Wang Houde’s voice boomed from the other end.

“Not much, just working on the furnace. It’s fixed now, and I should have it ready for you by next month,” Qin Fei replied, assuming Wang was calling about the artifact.

Since he had been staying under the bridge, charging his phone had been difficult, so it made sense that Wang Houde had trouble reaching him.

But Wang Houde’s voice turned serious. “Forget the furnace for now. I want to talk about that box of medicine. Who dared to trick you? I’ll take care of it!”

Qin Fei chuckled lightly. “Let it go, it’s in the past. I can’t be bothered with small fries like that.”

“Alright, if you say so. By the way, tomorrow is my 80th birthday. If you’re free, come by for a drink?” Wang Houde asked.

“Tomorrow? Sure, I actually have something to discuss with you,” Qin Fei agreed. Since Wang was a renowned doctor, he might know where to find the rare herbs Qin Fei needed.

After hanging up, Qin Fei returned to his temporary home under the bridge, retrieved the restored furnace, and rented a secluded farmhouse to settle down and start refining his medicine.

Meanwhile, outside the hospital room, Yang Ruoxi sat feeling exhausted. Not only did she have to deal with Zhang Hua’s constant pestering, but she also worried about her father’s worsening condition.

As for Qin Fei, she had long since pushed him out of her mind. To her, he was just a liar who almost cost her father’s life—how could she ever forgive him?

Just then, her phone rang. It was the bureau chief. “Ruoxi, tomorrow is Mr. Wang’s 80th birthday. He’s a top figure in Jiangcheng, so security is crucial. Your team will be responsible.”

“Understood, Chief. I’ll make sure everything goes smoothly,” Yang Ruoxi responded. She hoped to get a chance to speak with the so-called “miracle doctor” and ask him to treat her father.

At the same time, Zhang Hua’s wife, Li Meimei, had just received an update from the hospital. Upon seeing a picture of Yang Ruoxi on her phone, she sneered.

“A little vixen trying to seduce my husband? I’ll make her pay!” she spat.

Li Meimei planned to show up at Wang Houde’s birthday banquet tomorrow with a few people and publicly humiliate Yang Ruoxi, making sure everyone knew the consequences of messing with her husband.