Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Chapter 1427: Depth of Trust

Jiang Guangrong spoke as the green bottle in his left hand slid lightly between his fingers, revealing his hollow left palm. The middle-aged uncle sighed but tore open the central nervous system anesthetic pack as Jiang Guangrong instructed. Under the cover of Jiang Guangrong’s body, Jiang Guangrong gently poured it into his hand. Jiang Guangrong nodded in satisfaction, "Get me a bottle of chrysanthemum tea, thanks!"

The middle-aged uncle was on the verge of tears, though no tears fell, "You’re welcome. Hurry, I’ll report to the police next time!"

Jiang Guangrong bowed to the middle-aged uncle, took two bucks from Zhao Junkai’s hand, placed it on the counter, then walked over to Zhao Junkai’s car without looking back.

Seeing Jiang Guangrong holding a green bottle in his left hand and a bottle of chrysanthemum tea in his right, Zhao Junkai breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Junkai sighed. Though Zhao Junkai held his breath quickly, he still inhaled a substantial amount of the central nervous system anesthetic. Zhao Junkai hurriedly swung his right fist toward Jiang Guangrong’s head, intending to subdue him before Jiang Guangrong lost his combat ability.

Jiang Guangrong anticipated Zhao Junkai’s reaction long ago. He quickly stepped back with a good leg, pulled down the adjustment lever under the seat with his right hand, leaned against the instantly reclined seat back, and dodged Zhao Junkai’s punch. Zhao Junkai halted his punch, slamming his entire body toward Jiang Guangrong. Jiang Guangrong had already guessed Zhao Junkai’s next move. As Jiang Guangrong lowered the seat back, he tightly clenched the edges of the seat back with both hands, using all his physical force to propel himself like a bullet, directly toward the back of the car seat.

"Bang"

Zhao Junkai’s fist hit the seat. Zhao Junkai tried to twist his body to catch up with Jiang Guangrong, but the seatbelt strapped around him firmly held Zhao Junkai’s shoulder. Zhao Junkai knew the importance of time. He wanted to unbuckle the seatbelt as soon as possible. How could Jiang Guangrong make Zhao Junkai happy?

Jiang Guangrong fell behind Zhao Junkai’s seat. As Zhao Junkai tried to reach over to unbuckle the seatbelt, his entire right arm clamped tightly around Zhao Junkai’s neck. Zhao Junkai didn’t dare to force his arm open or let go entirely. He tightly gripped Jiang Guangrong’s right arm with both hands, attempting to forcefully pull Jiang Guangrong’s right arm off his neck. Jiang Guangrong used all his strength to choke Zhao Junkai’s neck without letting go.

Zhao Junkai was clearly affected by the central nervous system anesthetic, but he couldn’t shake off Jiang Guangrong’s arm. Zhao Junkai gritted his teeth, continuing to hold Jiang Guangrong’s right arm with his right hand, while his left hand clenched into a fist, punching at Jiang Guangrong’s head. Jiang Guangrong didn’t expect Zhao Junkai to think of such a tactic in his last struggle. Jiang Guangrong couldn’t dodge, taking punches on his forehead from Zhao Junkai without mercy. Just a punch made Jiang Guangrong feel a wave of golden stars in his head. Still, Jiang Guangrong tightly choked Zhao Junkai’s neck.

The two embraced for over 20 seconds. Zhao Junkai felt dizzy and weak. The strength to hold Jiang Guangrong’s right arm began to wane.

Zhao Junkai couldn’t help but feel a wave of despair. His seatbelt completely restricted his movements, and his neck was clamped by Jiang Guangrong. More importantly, he had inhaled unknown powder. Now he began feeling weak and dizzy. Death was just a matter of time. Zhao Junkai sighed deeply. His deep trust in Jiang Guangrong caused him much hardship, and Junkai let go like conceding for a lifetime.

Seeing Zhao Junkai give up resisting, Jiang Guangrong released Zhao Junkai’s neck, breathing heavily in the back seat.

Seeing Jiang Guangrong’s easy chance to kill, but he stopped, Zhao Junkai looked at Jiang Guangrong with wide, questioning eyes.

Jiang Guangrong gasped for breath, explaining, "I won’t kill you. The reason I’m doing this is I don’t want to go back to the Xingwu Gang with you. I don’t want to risk revenge on you. I also advise you, what you just saw, even if I can kill you. You can’t even assure your safety, how can I assure mine? I also advise you not to return to the Xingwu Gang until you find out who its insiders are. Be careful not to lose your life. I’m leaving now. You’re on your own!"

Zhao Junkai suddenly fumed, his handsome face twisted unusually, "You uncle, can’t you say earlier? I’m about to crack, been fighting so long. You just say we don’t have to fight!"

"Would you believe if I told you? Not only wouldn’t you believe, but you’d also remain wary of me."

Zhao Junkai was silent for a while. He had to admit, although Jiang Guangrong had similar skills, Jiang Guangrong was very clever.

"Alright, I’ve said what I should, and advised what I should. Take care of yourself!" Jiang Guangrong headed to the door, ready to open the door and leave.

"Where are you going?"

Jiang Guangrong paused coldly. Mechanically turning his head to look at Zhao Junkai, his entire face held a strong scent, and his eyes were cold, "I’m going to avenge the lady!"

"Are you crazy? What can you do alone?"

Jiang Guangrong did not answer. He only reached out his right hand to Zhao Junkai, "Give me the gun. You can refuse. I can take it when you are fully unconscious!"

Zhao Junkai glared at Jiang Guangrong with white eyes, reluctantly handing the gun and two magazines to Jiang Guangrong.

Jiang Guangrong took Zhao Junkai’s gun, opened the door, and stretched out his left foot.

After Jiang Guangrong got out of Zhao Junkai’s car, he gently closed the door, straightened his collar, rubbed his forehead where Zhao Junkai’s punch landed with his right hand, and then directly headed home.

Jiang Guangrong deliberately bought a hat at a nearby store. In this cold winter, people wore hats everywhere, which wouldn’t attract attention. Jiang Guangrong put on the hat, pulling down the visor as much as possible, and began to wander around the building where he lived, observing.

To ensure his residence was monitored, Jiang Guangrong wandered downstairs for over half an hour, then directly headed home.

When Jiang Rongguang opened the door, he saw Jiang Guangrong and hugged him excitedly, "Brother, where have you been? Sister Qiu had an accident and is unconscious in the hospital. I was about to go look for Sister Qiu."

Jiang Guangrong patted Jiang Guangguang’s shoulder, signaling him to release him.

Jiang Rongguang looked up at Jiang Guangrong. After letting go of Jiang Guangrong, he seemed a bit strange. Jiang Rongguang couldn’t help but be a little afraid, timidly stepping back. Jiang Rongguang noticed that today’s Jiang Guangrong was different from before. At this time, Jiang Guangrong’s entire face was expressionless, his eyes filled with hatred.

"Brother?" Jiang Rongguang tentatively called Jiang Guangrong softly.

Jiang Guangrong spoke impassively, "Guang, give me the bank card."

"Oh..." Jiang Rongguang didn’t hesitate and went into his room, took out a bank card, and handed it to Jiang Guangrong.

Jiang Guangrong took the bank card and headed out the door.

"Brother, where are you going?"

Jiang Guangrong stopped but didn’t speak.

"Brother?"

"Guang, take good care of Sister Jue, and listen to Brother Junkai in the future. His words and Sister Jue’s words are equivalent to Brother’s words. Do you understand?"

"Brother, what do you mean? Where are you going?" Jiang Rongguang took a few steps forward, following behind Jiang Guangrong.

"I’m going to avenge Madam," Jiang Guangrong said profoundly.

"Sister Xueyun? What about Sister Xueyun? Brother, are you going alone? Won’t it be dangerous? Do you want to wait for Junkai to come and discuss with him?" Jiang Rongguang looked at Jiang Guangrong with some fear.

Jiang Guangrong still didn’t look back, "No, I know what I’m doing!"

"Brother!" Jiang Rongguang was anxious. He quickly stepped forward to grab Jiang Guangrong’s left hand from behind. "I’m your brother. You can’t do anything. I can’t let you go!"

Jiang Guangrong still didn’t look back at Jiang Guangguang. His left hand didn’t struggle. He just took out the gun from his bosom with his right hand, lightly leaning on his thigh, "Let go..."

"Brother!"