Chapter 121: Which Tiger to Eat?

Facing Qi Licang’s fierce attack, Jiang Xincheng ignored it completely, still smiling. “Why so angry? I’m not refusing to go, just want a quick meal first.”

As he spoke, Jiang Xincheng lightly stepped, spinning his chair cleverly to easily evade Qi Licang’s powerful assault. “Only this much strength? Did you not eat, or what? Your punches are soft, like a girl’s.”

“You’re asking for death!” Qi Licang roared. His fists shot out like twin dragons emerging from the sea. He channeled his Primordial Force to the limit, sending punches whistling towards Jiang Xincheng’s face with heavy force.

Faced with Qi Licang’s heavy strikes, the smile remained in Jiang Xincheng’s eyes. Sitting in his chair, he spun once, not only dodging Qi Licang’s fists but also seizing the moment to kick out. He kicked Qi Licang away heavily, sending him tumbling to the ground. “With strength like this, you still dare bother me while I’m eating? You should go back and train for a few more years.”

“Impossible! You’re just a Primordial Warrior at the Bone Forging Initial Stage; how could I lose to you?” Qi Licang snarled, scrambling up from the ground to charge at Jiang Xincheng again.

Jiang Xincheng shifted his body, spinning his chair toward Qi Licang. As he moved, one leg of the chair suddenly lifted, hitting Qi Licang in the chest. Qi Licang instantly lost most of his strength. Jiang Xincheng kicked him away again, sending him falling face-first to the floor.

“Dammit!” Humiliated by the beating, Qi Licang couldn’t hold back a curse. He got up and rushed at Jiang Xincheng once more, drawing the saber from his waist and slashing viciously at Jiang Xincheng’s head.

“Hmph!”

Watching Qi Licang’s furious slash, Jiang Xincheng sneered coldly. He suddenly charged at Qi Licang with his chair, fast as lightning. Qi Licang hurriedly swung his blade down, but to his surprise, Jiang Xincheng dodged easily. The long blade swept past Jiang Xincheng’s shoulder, not even hitting the chair.

Then Jiang Xincheng kicked out hard, hitting Qi Licang’s butt. Qi Licang crashed heavily into the wall, his mouth bleeding, and lay on the ground, unable to get up for a while.

Looking at the disheveled Qi Licang, Jiang Xincheng smiled faintly and leisurely continued his meal, taking a sip of orange juice.

Jiang Xincheng didn’t like alcohol. In his past life, he drank too much, drowning many sorrows, but it was useless. So in this life, he decided not to drink anymore and never wanted to cowardly drown his sorrows in alcohol like before.

Once in his past life, he was chased in a desert, starving and thirsty for three days and three nights, nearly dying. But a delicate, cute little girl from a passing group of travelers gave him a bottle of juice, saving Jiang Xincheng’s life.

Since then, Jiang Xincheng believed juice was the best drink in the world—better than alcohol, and a thousand times tastier than soda. So after being reborn, Jiang Xincheng developed a liking for drinking juice.

The delicious food made Jiang Xincheng eat heartily and happily. But Qi Licang, lying on the ground, felt neither happy nor angry anymore. Slowly, fear appeared in his eyes as he looked at Jiang Xincheng.

He was a Primordial Warrior at the Bone Tempering Late Stage, almost reaching the Cloud Condensation Realm. His combat experience was rich, and he mastered the ancient famous Mantis Fist. Usually, two or three Primordial Warriors of the same level couldn’t defeat him.

In the Zhengxin Group, he was undoubtedly the head of the security team and the top fighter among them, highly valued by He Juzheng and one of the outsiders the He family tried hard to win over.

Yet with his formidable strength, he couldn’t even touch Jiang Xincheng while going all out. Instead, Jiang Xincheng effortlessly beat him into a sorry state with just a few moves, leaving him lying on the ground, unable to get up.

If the first few hits were because Jiang Xincheng was fast and caught him off guard, making him suffer a bit, then being repeatedly beaten badly by Jiang Xincheng and now lying on the ground wasn’t a fluke—it was sheer strength.

And Jiang Xincheng was only a Primordial Warrior at the Bone Forging Initial Stage, still a freshman in college. Yet he possessed such terrifying combat ability, able to cross two minor stages and beat him, a Bone Tempering Late Stage Primordial Warrior, so miserably.

Were the members of Sheng Tang really that fearsome?

Qi Licang gasped, all his anger gone. He respectfully got up from the ground and stood beside Jiang Xincheng, no longer forcing him to hurry down.

Jiang Xincheng ignored the now very docile Qi Licang and continued eating and drinking juice, satisfying his hunger well. He ate for half an hour, and Qi Licang waited for half an hour.

Only after seeing Jiang Xincheng finish eating did Qi Licang quietly ask, “Mr. Jiang, why did you do this? Is playing weak to beat the strong that fun?”

“It’s fun. Why else would I do it if it wasn’t?” Jiang Xincheng laughed.

A flash of anger crossed Qi Licang’s face. “Don’t you think that’s too much, Mr. Jiang? We are not your enemies but your allies. Do you find it amusing to mess with us like this?”

“The tiger I’m eating isn’t you guys, so why are you so angry?” Jiang Xincheng replied with a smile.

Qi Licang was stunned. “Then what do you mean, Mr. Jiang?”

“It seems there’s a spy in Zhengxin Group. I did this to mislead those spies, so they’d spread false information and prevent the West Street Pack of Wolves from focusing too much on me or setting traps for me. That way, at the key moment, I can give the West Street Pack of Wolves a surprise, maybe achieving unexpected results,” Jiang Xincheng explained with a smile.

“Ah…” Qi Licang was shocked. “Mr. Jiang, are you saying there’s a spy among us? Has the plan been leaked?”

“Very likely,” Jiang Xincheng nodded directly.

Qi Licang shook his head hard. “Impossible. All of us are core members of Zhengxin Group. We have good pay and equipment, and many are from the He family. How could there be a spy?”

“There’s no wall that can’t be toppled. Even if there’s no spy among these people, can you guarantee that everyone in the entire Zhengxin Building is loyal? For example, the girl who made coffee in the cafe where He Lin and I first met for coffee.” Jiang Xincheng spoke softly and said no more. “Whether you believe it or not, I think the plan has definitely been leaked. So I made a little move to deal with it, maybe giving the West Street Pack of Wolves a big surprise. Besides, what I did is harmless to you guys. So keep this secret; don’t tell anyone except He Lin. Anyway, there’s only a little over an hour left. We’ll see if it’s true or false then.”

Saying this, Jiang Xincheng headed to the washroom. “I’ll brush my teeth and wash my hair, then go down with you.”