Chapter 529 Thanks for the Help, Third Master

• “Kid, how dare you… Do you want them dead?” Gao Qiu shot to his feet, eyes bulging, and shouted. At the same time, the guys with machetes surged forward. But Chester didn’t even blink at them. He kicked the closest bruiser square in the chest. The man flew like a kite with a cut string, crashed to the floor, and went limp. “Don’t you freaking move!” Chester hauled up Gao Xiong—whose face already looked like a swollen pig’s head—and roared at the crowd. The machete-wielding men still charged like they didn’t care about dying. “One step closer and I’ll kill him!” Chester’s hand clamped around Gao Xiong’s neck. “Fall back, damn it!” Gao Qiu couldn’t sit still anymore. He barked the order, and the men skidded to a halt. “Kid, let my son go now, or none of them walk out alive. And you won’t either,” Gao Qiu snarled at Chester, teeth grinding. “Heh. Guess you still didn’t hear me clearly…” Chester’s smile stayed lazy. He slapped Gao Xiong again. “No!” Gao Qiu yelled. Chester ignored him and added two more hard slaps. Then he looked at Gao Qiu. “I said, if my people get hurt even a little, I’ll wipe out your whole Gao clan.” “You—” Gao Qiu felt his blood spike and churn. He hadn’t expected this at all. He never imagined this student named Chester would have the guts to do this. Chester was even more ruthless than him. This wasn’t dragging him here to humiliate him; this was bringing a starving wolf right into the room. “Bring them out,” Chester barked. “Fine. I bring them out, you let my son go,” Gao Qiu said. “Deal.” Chester’s mouth quirked. “Bring them up!” Gao Qiu waved. Soon Jude and the others were pushed in. You could tell Jude and Xiaohua were weak; only Lin Wu looked a bit better. “Chester, you—” Lin Wu’s pupils shrank when he saw him. That morning, after getting word from Emilia Parker, he’d gone in person to ask Gao Qiu for help. They’d done business a few times, so Lin Wu was sure Gao Qiu would give him some face. He never thought Gao Qiu would refuse outright—and even lock him up because he dared plead for Chester. That’s when Lin Wu realized how much Gao Qiu valued his son. For that kid, Gao Qiu would turn on anyone. What really stunned Lin Wu, though, was that Chester showed up anyway. And… In Chester’s hand… He was hauling… Gao Xiong! Chester walked in and beat Gao Xiong bloody? That took some serious nerve. Gao Qiu’s eyes went red. He snatched a machete from a henchman and pressed the blade to Jude’s neck, barking, “I brought your people. Now let my son go, or I’ll kill all three right here!” “Heh…” Chester’s laugh was cold. He dragged Gao Xiong along, step by step, straight toward Gao Qiu. He shoved Gao Xiong into Gao Qiu’s arms, then planted himself in front of Jude and Lin Wu, shielding the three with his own body. “Chester… why did you come? It’s dangerous here…” Lin Wu said, worried. “Chester…” Jude rasped, voice weak. “Relax. I’m here. You’re fine,” Chester told them, signaling them to stay calm. “Okay.” Seeing Chester’s stance, Lin Wu gave a firm nod. In Gao Qiu’s hands—even after everything he’d been through—Lin Wu still felt fear. But Chester practically radiated confidence, that bone-deep kind that feared nothing. “Xiong’er, are you okay?” Gao Qiu looked at Gao Xiong with raw pain, nearly in tears. Gao Xiong’s face was puffed into a pig mask. Chester hadn’t held back—every slap was full force. Gao Xiong had already lost several teeth, and his mouth dripped blood. For a thug like Gao Xiong, Chester didn’t care about mercy. This was doing the neighborhood a favor. “Chester!” Gao Qiu glared, jaw clenched. “You think I’m a paper tiger with no way to deal with you? Since you came here today, you don’t leave. You and your friends—leave your lives behind.” Chester watched him with interest, utterly calm. If he’d dared let Gao Xiong go, it meant he didn’t need Gao Xiong as a hostage at all. “Third Master, I’ll trouble you.” Gao Qiu didn’t sic his men on Chester. He turned to a middle-aged man lounging on the sofa. That man had been there since Chester walked in, sipping coffee like none of this concerned him. Now, hearing Gao Qiu, the middle-aged man finally lifted his head. “Boss Gao, can’t believe you can’t handle a student. And you call yourself a big name in Kinlande,” the man said with a smile. In Kinlande, no one dared talk to Gao Qiu like that. But right now, he swallowed it. Gao Qiu acted bold, sure—but very few knew he was careful to a fault. Past or present, he played things safe. After hearing what Chester did in that alley, Gao Qiu was certain Chester was a serious fighter. To be safe, he’d called in a pro. Third Master!!! The middle-aged man on the sofa. Third Master was a trained fighter too. Word was, his Hung Fist was sharp as hell. And once Third Master agreed to move, problems got solved—people too. “Sorry to make you laugh, Third Master. I need your help this time. If it’s done, I’ll make sure you’re well rewarded,” Gao Qiu said. The words hurt to say—hiring someone like Third Master cost real money. But if it meant making Chester pay, it was worth it.