Chapter 42: Blood Debt Must Be Repaid

  No gunpowder smoke, lingering, with a hint of stimulation

  Zhao Heng changed his posture and leaned on the sofa, and shouted at Qiao Baozi with his eyes slightly closed:

  "Central cannon!"

  Qiao Pangzi's mouth was wide open: "Boss, are you... playing blind chess?"

  Zhao Heng, leaning on the sofa, didn't say anything else, but waved his hand to let Qiao Baozi make a move for him. Qiao Baozi followed the instructions and made a middle cannon move, while feeling his blood vessels bursting with excitement. After all, he was engaged in a smokeless war, and it was a classic game that would leave a lasting impression on the Huahai chess world.

  Zhao Siqing's red lips were slightly pursed, wanting to say something but deciding to win the victory and sweep Zhao Heng's face instead.

  The originally gentle start of the chess game was pulled into a fierce battle by Zhao Heng from the very beginning. Zhao Heng's style has always been decisive and bold, which is completely different from his teacher Feng Shu. He likes to pursue ultimate victory with absolute attack, covering up weaknesses with big moves.

  Of course, every move of Zhao Heng was also carefully considered and calculated, but his speed of playing chess was still astonishing. Almost as soon as Qiao Yuncai reported the position of the opponent's piece, Zhao Heng would recite his response deployment, and he never looked at the chessboard from start to finish, which made the onlookers sigh with admiration.

  Ding Ling's pretty face gradually changed from mockery to complexity, she didn't expect the mountain boy to be so unpredictable, not only could he calmly face her with a prestigious background, but also play tricks in front of Zhao Siqing, making him look both arrogant and profound, her heart was somewhat unbalanced, she had always wanted Zhao Heng to suffer a setback, but every time she saw him, he would triumph over everyone.

  Tu Honggang stroked his own shiny bald head, a flash of viciousness and cruelty flickering in his eyes as he gazed at Zhao Heng right in front of him. He had the urge to smash a wine bottle on the latter's head at least three times, but every time he intentionally or unintentionally drew near, he could sense the aura of murder emanating from Zhao Heng, making him dare not make any rash moves.

  Thinking of being at a disadvantage on the field, he decided to suppress his anger for the time being and wait until one day when he gathered all the sports students to take revenge.

  Fifteen minutes later, Zhao Heng opened his eyes and said faintly: "Officer Zhao, after the 36th move, I will win with a slight advantage. If you don't want to lose too badly, let's end it now. We won't be strangers anymore, and our grudges will be settled. I'll even punish myself with three cups of strong liquor to apologize to you!"

  Ding Lingling pointed at Zhao Heng and sneered: "You're a chess saint, say you win and you win."

  Song Qingguan stared at the half of the chess pieces on both sides, bewildered:

  "Older brother, did you win?"

  Both sides' chess pieces were in a fierce battle, and they looked evenly matched, with no obvious advantage or disadvantage. Zhao Siqing's eyes also had a hint of uncertainty, she had already felt that Zhao Heng's level was not low, but she was extremely angry at his arrogance: "There is no need for apologies between us, let's finish this game."

  Zhao Siqing clapped her hands and said: "This lady can afford to lose!"

  Song Qingguan caught Qiao Baozi and shook his head slightly.

  "Fight to the death?"

  Zhao Heng smiled: "I'll help you out!"

  Half an hour later, Zhao Siqing was left with one car and one cannon, while Zhao Heng only had one horse and two pawns that had crossed the river. As he slowly sipped a glass of lemon water, he suddenly spoke up during his opponent's contemplation: "The overall situation is already decided! Officer Zhao has made two good moves, so he isn't a complete cheat after all. Unfortunately, his arrogant nature got the better of him!"

  Qiao Pangzi admired Zhao Heng's five-body prostration, and at this time he could see the outcome of the game. Zhao Siqing had only a few pieces left to try to kill Zhao Heng's general, which was unrealistic. Once the overall situation of the chessboard entered the late stage, after both sides had used up most of their common pieces, the role of the cannon would become smaller and smaller, even less than that of a pawn.

  Now there are only seven pieces left on the board, and the outcome is already decided.

  Ding Lingling and Tu Honggang furrowed their brows.

  Zhao Siqing's face looked unpleasant, he gathered up the chess pieces: "Let's start again!"

  Zhao Heng smiled: "Are you letting me have your chariots and cannons?"

  Zhao Siqing's breath was choked: "No need!"

  At almost the same moment, more than a dozen black vans sped towards the Hua Hai Bar, and Flying Tiger Brother, who was bandaged, and a group of fierce black-clad men jumped out. Among them, five men were particularly intimidating, their every move revealing a ruthless air that was unmistakable in those who had killed many people before.

  A security guard rushed over: "Feihu brother, that kid is inside!"

  "Surround him, can't let that little guy out of this door."

  When Fei Hu's brother led his men into the bar, Zhao Siqing was sweating bullets.

  Although Zhao Heng killed her in the first game, she was still in a blind chess situation, but she still thought that it was because of her own overconfidence that led to the weak situation and lost the game. As long as she concentrated on playing the second game, she would definitely regain her face, but unexpectedly, she still lost miserably without any suspense.

  Because Zhao Heng opened his eyes, when he broke through the opponent's defense line and ate away the old general, there was still a wheel of chariots and cannons by his side. Zhao Siqing's face was as ugly as possible, and then he heard Zhao Heng say lightly: "Officer Zhao, do you want to play the third game? If so, I'll be happy to accompany you tonight."

  "Qingqing jie, destroy him!"

  Ding Lingling apparently couldn't bear Zhao Heng's arrogance, grasping the wine bottle and opening her mouth to Zhao Siqing: "This kid only won because of luck, he'll definitely lose next time." Immediately after that she shut up again, because she suddenly remembered that with two wins out of three games, Zhao Heng had already taken two games, so whether or not they played the third game was now meaningless.

  "I lost!"

  Zhao Siqing let out a sigh, reluctantly admitting defeat to Zhao Heng. His voice was cold and detached as he spoke: "The matter of the fatty is settled here and now. I won't pursue his responsibility, nor will I report him to the police and have him thrown into prison. However, from now on, it's best if you don't cause any more trouble, especially not in front of me. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

  When Zhao Heng was about to say something, Zhao Siqing added a few more sentences: "Don't tell me about revenge, Captain of the Criminal Police. Women have always been petty, and I, Zhao Siqing, am even more calculating. So I will take personal revenge on you, watching you closely. Once you commit a crime, I will catch you without hesitation."

  She domineeringly displayed her feminine privilege, and Qiao Yuncai and Song Qingguan shook their heads secretly, but didn't say much. Zhao Heng seemed not to be surprised by her attitude, and responded with a faint smile: "If you want revenge, just come at me, even if Officer Zhao finds an excuse to shoot me, it doesn't matter, but don't go after them!"

  "Otherwise, Officer Zhao's days will not be easy."

  Zhao Heng pointed at Qiao Yuncai and Song Qingguan, both of whom felt warmth in their hearts.

  Zhao Siqing didn't take Zhao Heng's threat to heart, instead she curiously glanced at him, unexpectedly finding that this kid was so emotional and righteous, shouldering everything himself without wanting to implicate his friends. It seemed that in the future when dealing with those like Qiao Pangzi, there would be a weakness to exploit. Thinking of this, her mouth curled up into a faint smile.

  As Zhao Siqing's mind was racing, Ding Lingling stood up straight and proudly, exuding an aura of killing intent as she blurted out: "Siqing, what promises are you making with these people? They're obviously three despicable swindlers who will stop at nothing to cheat young girls. You should just take them away directly, we can be your witnesses."

  "Yes, we can testify that they are swindlers."

  Tu Honggang naturally wouldn't let go of this opportunity, chiming in: "That's right, a gentleman only talks about promises, when dealing with petty people you don't need to worry so much." He was also waving the half-empty bottle of wine to intimidate Zhao Heng and the other three, as if preparing to smash it on their heads at any moment. The rest of his companions were shouting loudly, seemingly ready to pounce.

  Zhaosiqing waved her hand lightly and they quieted down. Although she was also annoyed by Zhao Heng's excessive arrogance, as the captain of the criminal police team, she had to maintain some reputation after all. This was a public place, so she opened her mouth lightly: "It's nothing, let them go, I'll meet them again soon."

  She waved her hand at Zhao Heng and the others: "Let's go."

  Zhao Heng's face didn't show much expression, he stood up and patted his clothes, just about to pull Qiao Yuncai and Song Qingguan away, but saw a commotion at the gate, followed by dozens of people divided into three small teams rushing towards them, blocking all their escape routes, each one exuding a fierce aura like wild beasts that had just come out of the mountains.

  The surrounding wine guests first dispersed and then gathered around to see what was going on.

  "Little guy, we meet again."

  Fei Hu's face showed a look of triumph, he knew that Zhao Heng's skills were formidable, but today he led nearly a hundred people to surround and attack him, including the five fierce knife hands personally assigned by Zhang Ye, his confidence was full, so he pointed at Zhao Heng and shouted: "You owe Qing Bang a blood debt, it's time to pay it back!"

  Qiao Yuncai and Song Qingquan's faces turned solemn.