Urban Most Awesome Dad

Chapter 85 Ghost Birth Twelve_1

Translator: 549690339

In Warehouse 74, Song Qiang looked at the mobile phone in his hand, his face revealing a smug expression.

The phone displayed a message from Third Senior Brother Chen Miao. All was taken care of. Xu Fan’s kid at home had been captured by Third Senior Brother. Now, Song Qiang’s heart was filled with the pleasure of revenge, just waiting for Third Senior Brother to arrive before contacting Xu Fan to savor the sound of Xu Fan begging for mercy.

Just as Song Qiang was immersed in his own world, a chilling voice came to his ears.

“Song Qiang, why is Little Three dragging his feet in handling things? It’s been so long, and he can’t even take care of a kid. Has your master gone senile, teaching such a bunch of trash?”

The speaker was a man as thin as a skeleton, with a pale face like paper and extremely frightening features, like a White Impermanence that had run out of hell, his voice carrying a hint of chill. In this dim warehouse, he seemed even more terrifying.

Upon hearing him speak, Song Qiang quickly straightened his expression and said somewhat obsequiously, “Ghost Master, please be patient. Third Senior Brother has already sent me a message. Xu Fan’s brat has been kidnapped, and once we send him a video of his daughter, he’ll have to rush over to meet his death!”

“If not for the Flame Dragon Organization’s men being so active lately, I would directly go to the city and take the life of that brat. Who needs this trouble of kidnapping and extortion? I have to wait here for him, which is really annoying.” The man called Ghost Master by Song Qiang waved his hand irritably and shot a white breath at a few scrambling cockroaches in the corner. The moment the cockroaches touched the white breath, their bodies suddenly halted and quickly turned into skeletons of cockroaches.

This person was the super expert Ghost Life No. Twelve, called upon by Song Qiang’s labor master.

Even within the Martial Artist community, Ghost Life No. Twelve was an extremely mysterious figure. Although he was from Yan Country, he had learned the magical arts of an Eastern Yin-Yang Master. His whereabouts were erratic, and his methods were exceedingly insidious, so much so that many Martial Artists’ sects didn’t want to provoke him.

At this moment, Ghost Life No. Twelve was sitting beside a table piled with an abundance of food—roast suckling pig, roast lamb leg, Beijing roast duck, braised pork trotters, beggar’s chicken… dozens of varieties, all meat dishes.

Even Song Qiang, with his strong physique, felt overwhelmed by the table full of meat, but Ghost Life No. Twelve’s eyes gleamed as he looked at the food on the table.

Since he had started practicing, he only ate meat and refused vegetables, yet his body grew thinner by the day while his appetite increased. He ordered Song Qiang to prepare these meats. Now, with murder impending, Ghost Life No. Twelve excitedly licked his lips and began to gorge on the food on the table.

Song Qiang watched Ghost Life No. Twelve with some amazement. It was hard to believe that someone who seemed so close to death’s door could eat like a relentless storm.

Ghost Life No. Twelve ate meat without spitting out even the bones, crunching them up and chewing them into his mouth, while his shriveled stomach seemed to be a bottomless pit that showed no bulging regardless of how much he consumed.

In less than five minutes, Ghost Life No. Twelve had swept all the heaps of meat on the table into his stomach, leaving not even a single bone on the table, just empty packaging boxes.

Song Qiang stared blankly at him, recalling his own Tibetan Mastiff, Hei Xing, who had been killed with a single kick by Xu Fan.

Guisheng Twelve was the first creature Song Qiang had encountered who could eat even more than Hei Xing.

Song Qiang’s Hei Xing used to eat an average of over ten kilograms of fresh meat every day. And yet, Guisheng Twelve had just finished off more than twenty kilograms of food that was placed on the table in one sitting—it was truly a terrifying appetite.

“Are you dissatisfied with this lord’s appetite?” Guisheng Twelve said coldly to Song Qiang, seeing him staring as he ate.

“Ah, ah, ah, Master Guisheng, I definitely didn’t mean that. I just think that having a good appetite is a blessing. I wish I could eat as well as you, but sadly, my strength is too low,” Song Qiang hurriedly tried to smooth things over. With just one cold glance from Guisheng Twelve, Song Qiang felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

If he managed to offend Guisheng Twelve, how could Song Qiang have a chance to survive? Thinking back on how he had compared Guisheng Twelve to his own Mastiff in his mind, Song Qiang’s heart tightened. If he accidentally offended this big shot, he might die before he could even take his revenge on Xu Fan. That would truly be disastrous.

Fortunately, Guisheng Twelve might have a big appetite, but he didn’t possess the ability to read minds. After casually sweeping the table’s leftovers onto the ground, Guisheng Twelve leapt up to sit cross-legged on the table and said to Song Qiang, “Now, tell me about this Xu Fan.”

“That Xu Fan is incredibly powerful. My fifth senior brother was an undefeated legend in the Zhonghai Underground Boxing Ring, but when my fifth and fourth senior brothers joined hands to attack Xu Fan, they couldn’t even harm a hair on his head. Instead, Xu Fan broke their limbs and even crippled their martial arts. Otherwise, our master wouldn’t have been so angry as to ask you to come out of hiding,” Song Qiang said with lingering fear as he recalled Xu Fan’s fighting prowess.

“Your senior brother, heh, just learned one or two insignificant moves and thought he could reign supreme in the mundane world, calling himself undefeated. He’s not afraid of shortening his lifespan. With his strength, he is just at the Strong Body Realm, which is enough to bully ordinary people. But any slightly stronger martial artist could easily deal with him. Martial artists generally don’t want to involve themselves in worldly affairs, which is the only reason your fifth senior brother could run rampant in the ring for so long. If it were me, I wouldn’t need to lift a finger to squash him,” Guisheng Twelve said disdainfully.

“Master Guisheng’s strength is extraordinary, naturally far surpassing my useless senior brothers,” Song Qiang complimented Guisheng Twelve.

“Haha, although what you say is true, you don’t understand the intricacies. The world of martial artists is something that mortals find hard to step into. You were only brought into the fold by your master, which allowed you, as a mortal, to glimpse into the world of martial artists. However, what you’ve learned is merely scratching the surface. So, it’s not surprising that you would be so shocked by someone like Xu Fan,” Guisheng Twelve said with a touch of arrogance.

“Oh? So there are even more powerful categories within the world of martial artists?” Song Qiang asked, now somewhat curious.

“Of course. With every level, a martial artist’s strength increases exponentially. Your fifth senior brother is merely at the entry-level Strong Body Realm and yet can defeat countless common experts. However, against a martial artist of the Refined Body Realm, he would be as weak as an ant, easily squashed however one pleases,” Guisheng Twelve said as he pointed his finger and released a puff of white air. A cockroach that had been stealthily feeding on the food scraps on the ground was hit by Guisheng Twelve’s white air and instantly turned into a pile of black ash.

“Did you see that? A true powerhouse doesn’t need to physically fight people. With just a wave of a hand, they can unleash energy capable of ‘Destroy Heaven and Earth,’” Guisheng Twelve said in a chilling tone next to Song Qiang’s ear.

“Master! You truly are a great master!” Seeing Guisheng Twelve’s ability, Song Qiang bowed deeply, his face full of admiration.

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