Supreme Rogue Play in Another World

“But boss, where have you been for the past two weeks? You suddenly disappeared without a trace!” This question was not only asked by Zhou Cang but was on everyone’s mind in the room.

“Hehe, I was on the summit of Tianfeng Mountain for special training!” Run Tiancheng, holding Ouyang Jing, took a sip of the high-end drink brought by the attendant. Smacking his lips, he thought, this high-end drink definitely tasted different from the cheaper stuff. Clearly, Zhou Cang’s lifestyle was quite luxurious.

“Oh? You must have achieved something?” Third Zhuang perked up immediately at the mention of anything related to strength.

“Yes, there’s been some progress. Otherwise, no matter how strong I am, it would be tough to handle hundreds of students alone!” Run Tiancheng said with a smile, waving his fist, a mysterious look on his face.

“Hahaha, I knew my son Zhou Jiang’s judgment wouldn’t be wrong!” Zhou Jiang laughed heartily, stood up, and patted Run Tiancheng on the shoulder, saying, “I’ve seen many people in my life. Although I haven’t known you for long, I’ve already understood your character. You’re a responsible, strong, and kind-hearted young man. You’re definitely qualified to be my adoptive son. Would you be willing?”

Run Tiancheng glanced at Zhou Jiang and then at Zhou Cang, who was nodding at him repeatedly. Helplessly, he scratched his head, stood up, and bowed to Zhou Jiang, saying, “In that case, I’ll respectfully accept and call you adoptive father!” He then poured a cup of tea for Zhou Jiang and presented it with both hands. His feelings were complicated; the word “father” seemed distant, and the warmth of family had long gone cold in his heart, yet the once yearned-for feeling began to stir within him again.

“That’s great! The boss is now my brother, so no one will dare bully me anymore!” Zhou Cang exclaimed excitedly, jumping up.

“No one dared to bully you anyway, Young Master Cang. Your joke is really cold,” Glasses Shorty remarked, adjusting his shiny glasses, mercilessly teasing Zhou Cang.

“Hahaha! I’m in a really good mood today. I’m going to take a bath and rest, you all carry on your conversation. Whatever plans you have, go ahead and execute them. I’ll leave my Eastern Thirty-Two Elites at your command. If there truly is a conflict with Ge Long, I’ll step in to help!” Zhou Jiang finished his tea in one gulp, happily ascended the stairs, and left with a parting comment, “No need to save money for me; I have plenty of that stuff!”

“That’s excellent!” Zhou Cang’s eyes lit up suddenly. Rubbing his hands in excitement, he murmured to himself, “The old master is finally giving me his secret weapon. I’ve waited too long for this day!”

“What are the Eastern Thirty-Two Elites?” Third Zhuang curiously asked. It seemed no one in the room knew what this term meant.

After Zhou Cang explained, everyone in the room was astonished.

The Eastern Thirty-Two Elites is a highly skilled special force personally assembled by Zhou Jiang. It consists of thirty-two exceptionally capable individuals, mostly composed of retired soldiers from special forces hired at a high price or professional assassins. Each member is trained in unique skills and is battle-hardened, forming a suicide squad that has survived countless firefights.

“Wow, I didn’t know Xinyuan City had such a group of people!” Glasses Shorty felt an inexplicable sense of fear the more he learned, realizing that if it weren’t for his connection with Run Tiancheng, he probably would never have had the chance to encounter these experiences in his lifetime.

“By the way, Third Zhuang, you’re known as the third young master of Gray Street. Would you like to join the Eastern Thirty-Two Elites as well? We could change it to Thirty-Three Elites then!” It was rare for Run Tiancheng to tease someone.

“Uh… I’ll pass, but I really would like to test my skills against those incredibly impressive guys, hahaha!” Third Zhuang couldn’t help but feel eager to engage when he heard about the formidable individuals.

“Forget it, from what Young Master Cang implied, they probably hit without much precision. I advise you not to spar with those guys. If you’re interested, I can practice with you instead?” Run Tiancheng chuckled.

“No way, I won’t duel with you. In my mind, you’re even more dangerous than those guys. You’re the only one who could take on hundreds of students single-handedly. I concede…” Third Zhuang shook his head, eliciting laughter from everyone.

“Alright, let’s get some rest early tonight. Since the boss is back, we’ll start our actions early tomorrow morning!” Zhou Cang raised his glass, clinking with everyone, a victorious smile playing at the corners of his mouth…

Run Tiancheng and Ouyang Jing’s room was very spacious, almost palatial. After admiring it for a moment, they quickly embraced each other. As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder; soon, like tinder and flame, they were inseparable, and the night slowly passed…

The next morning, an emergency meeting of the Jiuzhou Higher Education Institution Alliance was held at the Tianding Hotel in the Jiuzhou District.

Representing fire was Wei-Ge, for metal was Boss Liang, for earth was Boss Guan, for wood was Boss Gu, and representing water was Boss Cao. They each entered the designated room in turn.

As soon as Boss Liang and Boss Guan met, there was a palpable tension in the air. Once all five leaders were seated, Wei-Ge cleared his throat and said, “Gentlemen, I’m sure you’re all aware of the situation that brought us here today. Recently, a group called the Tiancheng Gang has been challenging us constantly, even intercepting goods from our warehouse in the western suburb!” Wei-Ge gritted his teeth, as the incident Run Tiancheng orchestrated at his school last night haunted him like a nightmare. He had consulted Boss Liang overnight to understand the events of recent days.

“There must be someone stirring up trouble from behind the scenes. Otherwise, how could this small Tiancheng Gang cause such a ruckus?” Boss Liang snorted, casting a glance at Boss Guan.

“What? Are you suggesting that I’m in collusion with those guys, crying thief while being one myself?” Boss Guan jumped up, his thick, dark face flushing with anger.

“I didn’t say that, but anyone would find it suspicious,” Boss Liang said, tossing several cell phones left by Zhou Cang onto the table. After the leaders inspected them, the room fell into an awkward silence.

“Boss Liang has a point. Although we trust Boss Guan’s character, this evidence makes it hard not to doubt,” Boss Cao reluctantly admitted after a long pause.

“Damn it, this stuff is forged! I, Guan Hu, swear to the heavens, if I’ve done such things, let me be struck by lightning!” Boss Guan was desperate, feeling the weight of four skeptical gazes.

“Don’t bother, I don’t believe the heavens can hear you, so that oath isn’t worth much,” Boss Gu finally spoke, turning his gaze to Wei-Ge. “Wei-Ge, you’re known for having the most ideas. What do you suggest we do?”

Wei-Ge crossed his arms and nodded, studying the videos on the phones closely. Unfortunately, Glasses Shorty’s computer skills were so advanced that even Wei-Ge couldn’t detect any inconsistencies. “I think the only option is to report this to the big boss…”