Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 43: Retrieval

The room returned to peace.

He Xuanping’s face was sullen.

The woman in the cheongsam held a spray, tending to his wounded palm, her delicate body trembling occasionally, evidently still frightened by the scene just now.

"Ha..."

With a soft chuckle, He Xuanping spoke slowly:

"Truly heroes rise young, I am truly getting old."

He looked up and said:

"Boss Fang’s martial skills are truly deserving of the name, I am impressed. Qi Yuan must be blind to think of provoking you."

Just now, the pistol had fallen on the ground; this thing cannot be allowed to be noticed by the Public Security Bureau, combined with other concerns, he had no choice but to chase people away.

Unlike Fang Zheng.

He Xuanping had been operating in Qu City for decades, his connections spanning both the black and white worlds; even the director of the Public Security Bureau could not easily move him.

With some coercion, Zhou Ping had no choice but to reluctantly leave.

"Can’t compare to Boss He," Fang Zheng said:

"I suffered quite a bit at the Public Security Bureau, but one word from you can make people leave."

He Xuanping gently shook his head.

Although he didn’t do legitimate business, he did not worship personal martial prowess, especially in today’s society, martial arts are of no use.

Connections!

Interests bound together!

Only through this can he secure his current position.

Zhou Ping doesn’t want to act against him?

He must dream of it!

But He Xuanping is not alone; his network connects a large group of people, and they are the real reason Zhou Ping retreated; that’s how the world should be.

But...

The young man in front of him is different.

This person’s combat power is terrifying, and he has a sort of reckless mindset; power is of no use in front of him.

The other dares to kill!

And has the power to kill!

Just like ancient heroes.

But in ancient times, killing in anger could be followed by running away, limited by forensic technology; after fleeing far, one could still live a steady life, thus having fewer concerns.

Now it’s impossible.

He didn’t know how the other had cultivated this mentality, or what he relied on, but he knew these people should not be provoked, because they have no concerns.

"Ah Lang."

He waved to the man in the white suit and closed his eyes:

"Give it to him!"

"Big Brother." The man in the white suit’s expression changed slightly, he instinctively looked at Fang Zheng, thinking about the scene just now was painful all over.

Biting his teeth, he took out a business card:

"Boss Fang, if you need to find someone, you can call the number on this card."

Fang Zheng took it:

"Thank you!"

He stood up, thought for a moment, and picked up the IOU of his uncle Fang Jian from the table, nodding to He Xuanping:

"Goodbye, Boss He."

"Goodbye."

Watching Fang Zheng put away the IOU, He Xuanping finally showed a hint of a smile.

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On the tabletop.

An exquisite doucai porcelain was placed steadily.

Vase with entwining floral patterns!

The slender neck, the complex yet understated pattern, the smooth and round glaze, all indicated its rarity.

"Fang Family’s ceramics are famous for their doucai, and their zodiac set was once precious and rare, regrettably... the craft of that time has now been lost."

An old man with a three-inch beard held a magnifying glass, inspecting the porcelain as he spoke:

"Boss Mo, it’s confirmed, this piece is exquisite!"

"That’s good." Boss Mo, with a corpulent figure, upon hearing this, showed a smile; his already small eyes were further squeezed into slits by the flesh.

"Mr. Han, draft the contract."

"Boss Mo," Qi Yuan frowned:

"There’s really no need to be so troublesome."

"Necessary, necessary." Boss Mo’s accent differed from local Qu City people, he grinned:

"Without a stated price, it’s hard to explain when I transfer it; rest assured, Boss Qi, I won’t short you a cent of what you’re owed."

"Alright then!"

Qi Yuan sighed softly.

He actually understood, though the porcelain was good, its market price was within two million, the other party was willing to offer three million just for its reputation.

The Fang Family’s last piece of exquisite porcelain!

Only with this story can it be sold for a better price.

The contract was the same, Boss Mo claims to be a legitimate businessman, trading stolen goods obviously won’t happen with him.

"Boss Qi."

Mr. Han, though not very old, had a mature expression, even somewhat wooden, he reached out and handed over the printed contract:

"Please take a look."

"No need." Qi Yuan hurriedly took it, signed and confirmed:

"I trust Boss Mo."

"You should still look." Boss Mo said:

"Confirming it makes it convenient for both parties, hmm..."

"Boss Qi seems in a hurry?"

"Not in too much of a hurry." Qi Yuan rubbed his hands:

"I just heard someone came out of the Public Security Bureau and might come looking for trouble. Although I’m not afraid, I don’t want to attract any trouble either."

"Besides..."

"The Public Security Bureau people have been looking for me too."

"Don’t worry." Boss Mo laughed:

"This place is hidden enough; no one will come here."

"Forget it!"

He waved his hand:

"Transfer the funds."

"Sure." Qi Yuan was overjoyed:

"Thank you, Boss Mo."

The transfer was quick, and in the blink of an eye, his account had an extra three million, putting his restless mind at ease.

With this three million, plus savings from these years, he could live leisurely even if he left Qu City.

Besides...

There’s a house somewhere in the south!

"Hmm?"

Just then, Boss Mo blinked and looked behind Qi Yuan:

"Who are you?"

"Can outsiders come in here?"

Qi Yuan heard the voice and turned back, his face instantly pale:

"Fang Zheng!"

"It’s me." Fang Zheng nodded, his gaze sweeping over the opponent before finally settling on the entwined-petals patterned plum vase. He couldn’t help but feel relieved, having arrived just in time:

"Boss Qi, we’ve finally met."

"Shua!"

Qi Yuan stood up abruptly, shouting:

"Zhao the Second, stop him!"

"Ah!"

A person charged from the corner, dagger in hand, pouncing fiercely at Fang Zheng:

"Was it you who killed my brother?"

"Die!"

This person had a face full of muscle, bulging copper bell eyes, a savage expression, and was stabbing fiercely at the throat and waist ribs, aiming at vital points with deadly intent.

"Hmm?"

Fang Zheng frowned slightly, his mind quickly regaining composure.

Qi Yuan had two major henchmen, a pair of brothers responsible for handling various shady deals. One of them was with Sister Lianlian at Phoenix Head Mountain that day.

That person seemed to be called Zhao the Elder?

At that time, when Fang Zheng asked for the reason behind the attack and who orchestrated it, Zhao the Elder tried to launch a sneak attack while he wasn’t paying attention but ended up being counter-killed.

This figure before him...

Should be his brother.

He slightly tilted his neck to avoid the throat’s vital point, reached out, using capture skills to seize the dagger, and with a single hand, made a gentle slice.

The sharp dagger drew a graceful curve in the air, slicing across Zhao the Second’s throat, and blood sprayed from the wound.

These brothers were no good; killing them would be with no mercy.

Qi Yuan’s body was flabby, lacking exercise. Seeing this, he knew he couldn’t escape Fang Zheng’s pursuit. Clenching his teeth, he suddenly raised the entwined-petals patterned plum vase beside him.

He shouted: "Don’t come closer. If you do, I’ll smash it!"

Fang Zheng’s expression remained unchanged, stepping forward, stabbing fiercely at Qi Yuan’s chest five or six times, each stab straight to the heart.

"Puff!"

"Puff..."

Qi Yuan’s body trembled violently, the light in his eyes dimming.

His hands relaxed, letting the entwined-petals patterned plum vase be securely caught by Fang Zheng, who, in a swift motion, picked up a piece of white cloth from the table and gently wiped it.

This family’s porcelain must not be tainted with dirty blood.

Fang Zheng’s actions were simple, direct, clean, and spectacularly quick. Before anyone else could react, Qi Yuan and his brother had already met their end.

The person conversing with him just moments ago was now lying in a pool of blood.

"Da-da-da..."

Boss Mo sat in his chair, his teeth clattered frantically, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. Seeing Fang Zheng look his way, he stammered:

"Not... nothing to do with me."

"My name is Fang." Fang Zheng replied calmly:

"This porcelain belongs to the Fang Family."

"Yes, yes." Boss Mo nodded quickly:

"You can take it with you, no problem, absolutely no problem!"

"It’s not like this." Mr. Han interjected:

"According to current Xia Country laws, if someone unknowingly acquired stolen property in good faith, there are certain property rights..."

He was evidently fearful too, his calves quivering, yet still remembered the laws.

"Shut the hell up!" Boss Mo bellowed:

"I said there’s no problem, so there’s no problem!"

"The items originally belonged to Mr. Fang; how can you have an objection about someone retrieving their belongings? Learning law has fried your brain. Do you know what understanding means?"

"Yes, yes!"

The elder beside nodded repeatedly, wishing he could cover Mr. Han’s mouth.

"Thank you." Fang Zheng put away the porcelain, nodding to the few:

"The incident earlier, please don’t speak of it."

"We definitely won’t mention it." Boss Mo swore:

"If I spread the word, may I be impotent for life!"

"..." Fang Zheng opened his mouth:

"No need to swear such fierce oaths."