Chapter 110 No Future Trouble

"Oh, really!" Qin Feng squatted down, his face looming directly over his titular employer’s, and said with a grin, "Then should I off you right now to end my worries?"

As he said so, he picked up the handgun that had fallen on the ground and put the muzzle on Zhao Jun's forehead.

With the feeling of Death’s icy grip tightening on him in the back of his mind, Zhao Jun quickly crawled away on all fours to hide behind a couch.

Qin Feng shook his head. "Killing someone like you isn’t worth my time."

He dropped the gun and went straight out of the room.

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When Qin Feng came to the main hall of the nightclub, he found the two elderly doormen who watched over the nightclub in the mornings, when it was closed.

They looked at Qin Feng with amazement and one asked, "Mr. Qin, I just heard something like a firecracker going off! Did you hear it?"

"There are three injured men in the fourth floor lounge. You two should call an ambulance."

Having said that, Qin Feng promptly left the Free Man and went straight to Sister Flower’s place.

Around 11 AM he reached the gate of her housing community and called her number.

"Hey, so I was walking through your neighborhood and saw some nice restaurants. You’ve lived here a while, s would you say it’s better to eat on-location or order takeout? Give me some advice."

"Hmm? What are you doing here?” Sister Flower replied excitedly, but then quickly added, somewhat drowsily: “I just got up and I'm still in bed. Oof, don't come over, I’ve still got Panda Eyes. You'll just laugh at me."

What did she care how he saw her? And her tone was so affectionate, almost… coquettish.

Qin Feng’s ears reddened.

"Haha, I won’t make fun of you. I slept well and now I'm in good spirits. Well… You clean up while I order some takeout from a nice Sichuan restaurant. Text me your house number," he said.

"Oh, you’re actually coming? I…"

"Pfft, I'm already here! Are you going to kick me out? How rude…" Qin Feng chuckled. "I remember you like spicy food. I will pick something nice and hot for you."

"Oh, all right. There’s this place not far called Chuan Mei Er. Very good, very authentic. Just get me the special of the day."

"Okay, see you soon."

After hanging up, Qin Feng was in a good mood. He planned to soften Sister Flower up with a good meal and maybe a drink of wine, and then propose some of his latest ideas. He was just worried that Sister Flower would not bear to ditch Zhao Jun like this. That's why he cut off Zhao Jun’s fingers - so that even if she wanted to stay, Brother Jun wouldn't accept her. Or, to be exact, he wouldn't dare to go near her again.

A fool-proof solution.

But Qin Feng was ready to meet whatever may come. He wanted to devote 100 percent of his energy to fighting for a place in Tianhe, to experiencing urban life and to establishing a safe space for Sister Flower at the same time, giving her a platform to work and establish herself in.

Although he did not discuss this with Sister Flower beforehand, which was disrespectful to her, he was certain that, whatever means he used, it would all be for her eventual benefit. He believed she would understand.

Soon, Qin Feng arrived at Sister Flower's house with a pile of plastic takeout boxes.

Her house was 160 square meters and the décor was a bit rustic, but overall it was very bright and tasteful. As soon as he looked around, he knew she put her heart into it. She didn’t blindly pursue the most fashionable styles.

Qin Feng looked around and pointed at a south-facing guestroom. "I like this one, I think I’ll take it."

Sister Flower came up beside him, laughing, "Well, it’s pretty boring living here alone. I guess you can keep me company."

"Haha, aren't you afraid of letting the wolf into your house? I'm just a guy..." Qin Feng gave Sister Flower, wearing low-necked flowery pajamas, an exaggeratedly suggestive look. "On one dark and stormy night, I might quietly enter into your bedroom…. Oooh."

"Don’t even think about it, or I'll chop your dick off." Sister Flower rolled her eyes at him, and said, "Well, I’m starving. I’ve cooked some rice porridge. Let's eat?"

"Sure." Qin Feng went to the living room and arranged himself comfortably on the cushions of the blue American-style sofa, taking in the air of the house. "Hmm, yes, very good. I will live here from now on."

At that point, Sister Flower realized he wasn’t joking about moving in.

After arranging the bowl and chopsticks on the dining table, she sat on a chair and looked at Qin Feng. "Didn't you just move into the club after getting out of the shared apartment? Why don't you rent a nice little studio apartment for yourself or something?"

"Can’t I live here?"

Qin Feng ravenously slurped up nearly half a bowl of black rice porridge before emphatically crying out, "Mmm, delicious! You’re a great cook. Just tell me what ingredients to get you and you can cook anything you want!"

"You want to live here?" Sister Flower blinked a few times and smiled awkwardly. "What do you mean? We can’t live together, people will talk! No, no, if you like it here, you can rent a place nearby and come have dinner here every day. But you have to go back to your own home at night! I don't want the neighbors gossiping."