The Supreme Young Master

Chapter 26:

After Qin Fei hung up the phone, he pondered for a moment. There was something he hadn’t mentioned—Long Ge and the old woman were not actually mother and son but members of a theft ring, working as partners in crime.

Qin Fei didn’t want Yang Ruoxi to confront them head-on. Even though she was a police officer, the saying goes, “Keep close to gentlemen, stay away from villains.” These theft rings were filled with all kinds of people. Once they set their sights on Yang Ruoxi and her family, they would surely cause endless trouble. Qin Fei couldn’t protect them around the clock.

This was why he didn’t expose Long Ge and the old woman on the spot. He planned to handle it in his own way without dragging Yang Ruoxi and her family into the mess.

After leaving the market, Qin Fei wandered around for a while and bought a Monkey King mask, tucking it into his pocket. Then, he hailed a taxi and headed to Long Ge’s nightclub.

On the surface, Long Ge ran a legitimate business. But in reality, few nightclub owners were truly clean. He had a group of thieves working under him, operating in crowded places like buses, markets, and hospitals. Long Ge acted as their protector, helping them deal with any consequences that arose.

After getting out of the taxi, Qin Fei put on the Monkey King mask and walked up the steps.

Inside the hall, Long Ge was lounging on a chair, counting money. The old woman received one thousand yuan, another young accomplice got one thousand, while Long Ge kept four thousand for himself.

“Easy money, huh?” Qin Fei strolled in slowly, trying to conceal his limp.

“Who the hell are you? Wearing a mask in broad daylight—are you here for a performance?” Long Ge smirked, signaling two burly men in black to step forward and glare at Qin Fei.

Qin Fei ignored them and said calmly, “Stealing money from old ladies—where’s your conscience? Do you believe that if you swallow those six thousand yuan now, by tonight, you’ll be coughing up sixty million?”

“You trying to scare me? I grew up on fear!” Long Ge sneered and tilted his head at the two men behind him. “Take him down!”

The two thugs, their necks tattooed with scorpions, looked menacing. They swung their fists at Qin Fei’s face.

Qin Fei reached out, effortlessly grabbing their fists. With a slight squeeze, both men felt as if their hands were caught in a steel trap, breaking out in cold sweat. “It… it hurts…”

“I’m just here to talk, not fight. Think it over. Meet me at Binjiang Park by 7 PM. If you don’t, start planning your funeral.” Qin Fei released their hands and walked out of the hall.

Long Ge, watching the two thugs struggle in pain, didn’t dare chase after Qin Fei. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and ordered the accomplice who had just taken his cut, “Follow him and see who he is.”

“Got it, Long Ge.” The young man pocketed his money and jogged out of the nightclub.

Long Ge waited patiently for about ten minutes until the young man returned, wiping his sweat. “Boss, I lost him. He went into an alley and disappeared.”

“Hmph, playing tricks. Forget him. How much more do we need this month?” Long Ge turned to the old woman and the young man, visibly annoyed.

“We’re still a few thousand short. We’ll go out again now,” the young man said nervously before leaving with the old woman.

Long Ge extinguished his cigarette and glared at his henchmen. “Useless.”

The two thugs, rubbing their swollen hands, dared not utter a word. They knew the masked man was far stronger than he appeared.

After venting his anger, Long Ge went upstairs to his office, locked the door, closed the curtains, and transferred a million yuan to an account via online banking. Shutting down the computer, he sighed, “Damn, making money is hard enough, and I still have to hand it over. What kind of world is this?”

Feeling fatigued, he decided to rest in the next room. But just as he took a few steps, his head spun, and his legs gave out, causing him to collapse.

“Damn… have I been overindulging lately?” Long Ge muttered, pulling out his phone to call for help.

“Boss, you’re bleeding!” One of the thugs exclaimed in shock upon seeing blood trickling from Long Ge’s nose and ears.

“Get me tissues, now!” Long Ge panicked as the dizziness intensified. “Stop standing around—call an ambulance!”

“Oh! Right!” The thug fumbled with his phone and dialed emergency services.

Meanwhile, Qin Fei, having ditched his tail, headed to the hospital. Li Meifang’s forehead had been treated and bandaged. Seeing Qin Fei, she remained cold and distant, showing no kindness.

“Come here,” Yang Ruoxi shot him a glance and walked toward the emergency exit.

“What’s up, wife?” Qin Fei followed with a grin.

“You said you’d handle this situation. Tell me, how do you plan to do it?” Yang Ruoxi crossed her arms, emphasizing her curves.

Qin Fei stole a glance and smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it without causing trouble. By the way, how’s Dad?”

“Still in and out of consciousness. It’s my fault for trusting Zhang Hua and delaying treatment for half a month,” Yang Ruoxi said with guilt.

“It’s okay, I’ll make sure Dad recovers,” Qin Fei said, gently holding her hand. He didn’t voice his thoughts—that if she had trusted him even a little, things wouldn’t have reached this point.

Now that the furnace was repaired, with the right medicinal ingredients, there was hope for Yang Guoming’s recovery.

Later, they visited Yang Guoming in his ward, chatting for a while. However, Li Meifang remained cold, as if Qin Fei owed her millions.

At that moment, a young man entered the room—Wang Houde’s disciple, Yu Fei. He respectfully greeted, “Uncle Qin, my master sent me with some medicine. It’s not as fast-acting as the special drug, but it has no side effects. The special drug only works by depleting life force.”

“That’s great. Wang Lao is really considerate. But… what did you just call me?” Qin Fei chuckled.

“Uncle Qin?” Yu Fei scratched his head awkwardly. Although he was older than Qin Fei, his master treated Qin Fei as an equal, so he had to follow suit.

“Alright, tell Wang Lao I’ll visit him tomorrow. Just call me Qin Fei from now on,” Qin Fei said with a smile.

“Got it! I’ll take my leave then.” Yu Fei nodded and left.

Yang Ruoxi was already aware of Qin Fei’s connection with Wang Houde, so she wasn’t too surprised. However, Li Meifang was skeptical. “Is he really a doctor? Are you sure this medicine is safe?”

“Mom, he’s Wang Houde’s disciple. There’s nothing to worry about,” Yang Ruoxi explained.

“Wang Houde? Qin Fei, you know him? This is amazing—my illness might be cured!” Yang Guoming, lying in bed, grew excited.

“You all believe this? How could he know such a big figure? I bet it’s all an act,” Li Meifang scoffed.

“Don’t talk about Fei like that!” Yang Guoming scolded her.

Qin Fei handed over a pill, and as soon as it was opened, the room filled with a pleasant fragrance. Even Li Meifang was stunned, realizing it must be authentic medicine.

Yang Guoming took the pill and felt an immediate sense of relief and clarity. Excitedly, he praised Qin Fei, while Yang Ruoxi, seeing his calm demeanor, thought… maybe it’s time to treat him better.

“Let’s go visit Dad,” Qin Fei said.

“Where are you going?” Yang Ruoxi asked.

“Just preparing a little show,” Qin Fei grinned and left for Binjiang Park.