How Did I Become Invincible Under Heaven? – Chapter 33

We Gotta See If He's Truly Out To Screw Us

Chapter 33: We Gotta See If He’s Truly Out To Screw Us

Relieved.

Qin Si appeared very happy, as if indicating that he knew the matter was settled. The other party had accepted the silver note, meaning they were one of their own from now on.

The only thing that always puzzled him was Song Qing.

The other party was very stubborn, refusing bribery.

Now why was he willing to attend such a dinner and even accept bribery right in front of him.

Couldn’t figure it out.

Could it be that he really caved?

As far as he knew, many people were dissatisfied with Song Qing.

Loyalty Hall, Fierce Tiger Gang.

And those wealthy merchants from prominent families also hated Song Qing. After all, which of their children could stay put? They definitely had to do some bullying men and dominating women, often falling into Song Qing’s hands. No matter how they pleaded or sent gifts, the other party wouldn’t even pay attention and insisted on following the rules.

No choice, they could only be forced to go to higher officials.

He knew how big those officials’ appetites were.

He knew.

The cost they paid was naturally much higher.

What followed was anger and hatred.

“Master Lin, about my nephew’s matter, can you be a bit more lenient?” Qin Si asked with a smile.

Lin Fan sighed lightly, “To tell you the truth, it’s too late.”

“Ah?”

“Back then, he was extorting in the marketplace in broad daylight. I patted my chest and guaranteed the common people that he would be severely punished. If I let him go now, where would I put my face? Where would the Public Security Bureau put its face? The common people would poke at my spine.”

Lin Fan appeared very troubled.

But Qin Si couldn’t understand. So what if they poked? Anyway, since you accepted the silver note, given the Public Security Bureau’s current situation, which constable hasn’t been cursed by the common people.

Of course, the words on the tip of his tongue changed, “You make a good point. It’s indeed hard to handle.”

Lin Fan said, “You’d better not protect this nephew. He’s confessed everything he shouldn’t have. He’s killed someone, you know?”

“Ah!?”

Qin Si appeared greatly shocked, his eyes nearly bulging out, “Master Lin, you can’t say that carelessly. That’s something that requires blood repayment. How could he do such a thing? How did it involve a life? This… this.”

The emotional performance was very convincing.

If he didn’t know Qin Si’s character, he might really think he was some good person.

Qin Si was accustomed to killing. In this line of work, who didn’t have a few lives on their hands.

Although this world hadn’t reached the point where lives were like weeds, with their status and position, killing some lowly common people was effortless and had no impact at all.

Lin Fan said, “He repeatedly insisted it was you, saying he was acting on your orders, but I could tell at a glance it wasn’t true. This was him slandering you casually.”

These words were made up by Lin Fan.

“Exactly nonsense, Master Lin. I, Qin Si, am an upright man, a law-abiding good commoner. How could I do such a thing? I didn’t expect my nephew to try dragging me down. He can’t be let off lightly, really can’t be let off lightly.”

Qin Si was cursing Jin Biao bloody in his heart.

Damn it.

Daring to talk nonsense. Laozi has killed people, but when did I ever tell you, Jin Biao, to kill for me.

“Mm, so he can’t be released. Doesn’t that make sense?”

“Yes, it makes perfect sense.”

Jin Biao’s life or death wasn’t important to Qin Si. He was just using this matter with Jin Biao as a stepping stone to build a connection with Lin Fan.

Now that the goal was achieved, he didn’t care whether Jin Biao was released or not.

“Master Lin, judge him as you see fit. I, Qin Si, absolutely won’t interfere.” Qin Si said swearingly, “Come on, let’s drink. Drink and talk.”

At this time, He Sen heard all their words.

He always felt something was off.

But for the moment, he couldn’t figure out what was off.

As night fell, hearty shouts and drinking sounds from Qin Si came from the private room from time to time. After three rounds and then six, the floor and wine table were piled with many wine pots.

Suddenly, the private room door was pushed open, and a wretched head poked in, nodding to He Sen with an “I get it” smile.

Seeing Qin Si drunk, He Sen left without greeting him or even notifying Lin Fan.

Lin Fan knew the other party was definitely about to act.

“Master Lin, l-let’s c-continue d-drinking.” Qin Si draped his arm over Lin Fan’s shoulder, speaking haltingly, his feet unsteady, “Eh, where’s He Sen? Oh, right, he’s off to have fun. A fourteen-year-old girl, very tender, just about to be…”

Lin Fan removed Qin Si’s arm, his large hand pressing down on Qin Si’s balls, slamming him onto the table.

“Drunk too much, sleep.”

With that, Lin Fan went to the corner, picked up the sixty-jin iron rod, slung it on his back, nodded to the squad leader and Yang Ming, left the private room, and chased in the direction He Sen went.

In the private room, Qin Si’s head was against the table, muttering to himself, keep drinking, keep drinking.

Not long after.

“Fourth Master, he’s gone.” Peng Chang pushed the door open and walked to Qin Si’s side.

Qin Si, who had been face-down on the table, suddenly lifted his head, stuck his fingers down his throat, and dug hard. He instantly opened his mouth and vomited furiously like a waterfall erupting.

Holy shit!

Peng Chang looked pained. The smell was too pungent, nose-stinging, unbearable, really unbearable.

After vomiting, he took the face cloth Peng Chang handed him, wiped his face hard, gasping for air. Good thing he had taken the doctor’s sobering medicine beforehand, ensuring he stayed clear-headed.

Otherwise, with so much wine down his belly, he’d have been dead drunk long ago.

Moreover, he had the shopkeeper bring extra wine pots at once, one pot per person. The wine in his pot was watered down. If not worried about it being too obvious, he would’ve just used water.

“Fourth Master, is this kid easy to deal with?” Peng Chang asked.

Qin Si’s expression turned cold, “Not easy. Unlike Song Qing’s rigid style, this kid’s bottom line is very flexible. It can even be said he’s worthy of coming from a gang—not a good person.”

“Then what now?”

“Nothing. The benefits owed have been given. Now it depends on whether he sincerely wants to fight me to the end. Pass the word: have them avoid making trouble in the marketplace lately. If this kid catches them, I can’t bail them out.”

Not being literate doesn’t mean he’s stupid.

To reach this position, if he were really stupid, he couldn’t have made such a name for himself.

“Did you see clearly the direction they went? Are they following He Sen?” Qin Si asked.

Peng Chang flattered, “Fourth Master, you’re truly brilliant, guessed it right. They really went in He Sen’s direction.”

“Kissing ass, let’s go. There should be a good show soon. Just right to see his attitude. After all, this He Sen is Loyalty Hall’s hall master.” Qin Si was somewhat expectant.

The last slurred words were said on purpose.

Expressed very clearly.

Qin Si strode out. Peng Chang disgustedly looked at the vomit on his shoes, quickly wiped the shoe edges with the face cloth Fourth Master had used, then hurried to catch up with Fourth Master’s steps.

How Did I Become Invincible Under Heaven?

How Did I Become Invincible Under Heaven?

我咋就天下无敌了
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Status: Ongoing Author: Released: 2025 Native Language: Chinese
You tell me this world has no Martial Way? That so-called Masters are just people who exercise often, and skill comes from practice? Impossible, absolutely impossible. This status panel displays cultivation realms, which means this world can be cultivated. How can there be no Martial Way? It must be hidden too deeply; the Martial Way is strictly controlled. Thus, Lin Fan, in order to access the Martial Way, worked hard to go ashore, wanting to become a member of the Public Security Bureau to contact upper-class figures and uncover the mysteries of the Martial Way. It wasn't until he knocked over the ten publicly acknowledged Masters with a single staff blow that he suddenly realized they hadn't lied to him; there truly was no Martial Way in this world. And he looked at his own Flesh Body, impervious to blades and spears, water and fire. He looked at the city wall he had shattered with a punch, and the deep pit he had created by stomping his foot. At this moment, he smiled and said to the people in front of him in a warning tone: "Please do not act recklessly in my world. Thank you for your cooperation." Also known as: "Beating Bloodline Nobles with the Body of a Mortal," "Bloodline? I've long had max stats from getting all the shots since I was little."

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