Chapter Ten: Rebellion

  The private room door was pushed open with a "bang", and seven or eight tall young men blocked the entrance of the private room.

  Ma Teng was stunned for a moment, then his hand pressed down on the service bell on the wall.

  "My god, they're actually doing it in the private room." The young people at the entrance were stunned.

  "It's really worth the money, and they've actually found such a good princess, and she can even sing." Another person wiped his eyes, clearly already moved.

  Li Jian pointed at Song Jian and said: "Damn it, it's him, beat them up!"

  Ma Teng suddenly stood up, pointing at the young man by the door and said: "What are you doing! Don't you know whose territory this is? If you want to fight, wait until the hair on your upper lip grows out first."

  The three women in the private room let out a loud "ahhh" of surprise, holding their skirts to cover themselves. In reality, they weren't that scared; rather, they were more excited.

  "How arrogant, brothers, screw him!"

  Li Jian finished speaking, and the first one rushed towards Song Jian, jumped up and kicked a flying foot at Song Jian.

  Song Jian pretended to be flustered and quickly hid under the sofa.

  Ma Teng was really depressed at this time. He had finally managed to remind Song Jian of some things, but unexpectedly, a troublemaker appeared.

  With a loud "thud", Li Jian's kick missed Song Jian and instead landed on Ma Teng, who was sitting next to Song Jian.

  "Damn your mother!" Ma Teng was enraged, grabbed a beer bottle from the table and swung it at Li Jian.

  With a "bang", the beer bottle burst open, and Li Jian, who was tall and powerful, didn't even have time to hum a sound before he fainted.

  The other two people who were with He Ma Deng also came to their senses and picked up beer bottles on the table and started fighting.

  Don't look at the seven guys opposite, all 1.8 meters and 1.9 meters tall, with robust builds, but when it comes to fighting power, they are not as good as Ma Teng's three men. Not for any other reason, just because Ma Teng's three men are ruthless enough. Those who have been in the martial arts world know that fighting is all about being ruthless and fearless.

  Those seven people were all university students, when they fought on the playground, they just punched and kicked each other, who has ever seen using a wine bottle to smash or stab with a broken bottle? This thing can be fatal!

  "Honk honk honk honk!"

  The sound of footsteps came from outside the door, and three or four waiters wearing aprons ran over.

  At this time, those seven or eight young people panicked and didn't know who shouted "Run!"

  Two people propped up a dizzy Li Jian and pushed open the door, where the service staff were waiting, and escaped.

  After a while, five young men wearing suits and holding batons ran over.

  Ma Teng snorted and waved his hand, saying: "Nothing's wrong, all of you get down. What bad luck."

  Those people apologized repeatedly and closed the door. One of them, who seemed to be in charge, scowled and said, "Let's see what that group of little rascals is up to! Next time they come, let them take a good look!"

  These people who were watching the scene responded in unison and did not ask about the outcome. They also knew that Ma Teng in the private room was a master, and since he was a master, they couldn't afford to offend him.

  Ma Teng smoothed his hair, and the other two men and three women were even more excited, chattering about the battle just now. They had only been kicked a few times, but they were able to win with fewer people, so these two men naturally felt very good.

  Ma Teng dragged Song Jian along, laughing and saying: "Song Shao, your courage is a bit too small."

  Song Jian crawled out from under the table and said, "Can't compare with Brother Ma."

  Ma Teng said: "Song Shao, earlier about the chicken... genetic sequence thing, have you remembered?"

  Song Jian covered his own head and thought seriously, he also wanted to know what Ma Teng was looking for, but there was no mention of any gene sequence in his mind.

  "Ma Ge, why are you looking for that 'gene sequence'?" Song Jian couldn't remember himself, so he simply stopped recalling and turned to ask Ma Teng.

  Ma Teng was taken aback, his hand touching the hair on his forehead, and said: "It's a friend who asked me to ask you, he seems to be very interested in your parents' previous research project, so I'll ask you, do you have any information about your parents' research project?"

  Song Jian nodded and said, "Who is your friend?"

  Ma Teng lowered his head, took out a packet of medicine powder from his bosom, and changed the subject, saying: "Don't mention those things, since Young Master Song can't remember, then forget it. Come, today I specially prepared top-grade white goods for Young Master Song, very refreshing, heh heh."

  Ma Teng handed Song Jian a small transparent plastic bag.

  Song Jian's face deliberately revealed a greedy smile, saying: "Indeed good quality, Ma Ge, do...do you have syringes?"

  "Oh... you still like to play like this, haha, it's more thrilling than snorting. Ma Teng burst out laughing and turned around to take out an unopened syringe from his bag."

  Song Jian had skillfully sucked all the white stuff in the transparent package into the syringe.

  Ma Teng saw Song Jian's movements and sneered in his heart: Such a pure goods, you use it once, see if you don't die! If not for Baozi Ge's entrustment to let you die unknowingly, I would have spent these 3,000 yuan to buy white goods and let you die peacefully?

  At this time, the others in the box had already slipped on the ice and were really fighting. Slipping on the ice is also a kind of drug addiction, but the addictive nature of ice and poison is relatively low, and the toxicity is not as strong as white or powdered drugs.

  Seeing several others playing happily, Song Jian no longer worried and his body leaned close to Ma Teng, saying: "Brother Ma, we have no past grievances or recent resentment, why do you intentionally want to harm me?"

  Ma Teng's beer shook slightly in his hand as he laughed and said, "Song Shao, how can you say that? What you just said really hurts Ma Ge's heart."

  Song Jian's eyes shot out two cold glints, "Half a year ago, in this private room, was it you who intentionally put drugs in my wine? I've been off drugs for over half a year, if not for you, how would I suddenly relapse into addiction! You tell me!"

  A sharp three-inch curved knife was pressed against Ma Teng's neck artery, and the icy blade made Ma Teng's cold sweat burst out instantly.

  "Don't shout, or you're dead for sure!" Song Jian's body was pressed against Ma Teng's. "Tell me, who made you do this? Don't try to be clever, tell you, when I'm having a relapse of my addiction, my patience is limited."

  The last sentence made Ma Teng shrink back, he knew that people who were addicted to poison would have a tendency to be violent.

  "Song... Young Master Song, don't get agitated, really, you mustn't get agitated. Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!" Ma Teng didn't dare resist at all.

  "Who was it that made you take medicine under my wine back then?" Song Jian asked loudly.

  "It... it's Leopard Brother." Under fear, Ma Teng's voice became even sharper, no different from a public duck.

  "Who is Baozi Ge?"

  "It's the boss of this entertainment city, no, I don't know if he's the boss, but everything here is managed by Brother Leopard. Young Master Song, it was Brother Leopard who told me to do this. He said that as long as I can get you to reveal the chicken... gene sequence, he'll give me 500,000 and also help my dad get promoted. Really, it's all because of Brother Leopard's orders. Young Master Song, you must believe me." Ma Teng's sweat began to drip down his face, he was afraid that Song Jian would have a violent outburst due to his addiction, and then his own life would be in danger.

  "What gene sequence?" Song Jian asked.

  "I... I really don't know, only that it seems to be related to your parents' research project." Ma Teng made an effort to say everything he knew.

  "How did my parents die? Tell me!" Song Jian's tone turned cold and stern.

  "Master Song! I really don't know this! Really...really don't know!" Ma Teng panicked, he was truly afraid that Song Jian would put the blame on him.

  Song Jian saw Ma Teng's expression and knew he really didn't know, the right hand holding the curved knife did not loosen, but the left hand quietly picked up the syringe from just now, with a "hiss" sound inserted into Ma Teng's thigh, then his fingers pushed the poisonous powder liquid inside.

  "Ah..."

  Ma Teng looked at Song Jian in horror and was about to shout loudly.

  Song Jian's hand suddenly clamped tightly over Ma Teng's mouth.

  Ma Teng's extreme resistance, he certainly knew how terrible the amount of poison powder was, that would absolutely cause people to faint and die.

  Song Jian's hand was strong and powerful, tightly covering Ma Teng's mouth.

  Three seconds later, Ma Teng had stopped struggling. He seemed to be floating on the clouds, with layers of hot air blowing against him, drifting...

  Song Jian withdrew his hand and hid the curved knife, panting heavily. Although he had lived two lives as a human being, this was indeed Song Jian's first time killing someone.

  Song Jian made a great effort to calm down the violently jumping heart, and when it was slightly stable, Song Jian pretended to be flustered and shouted loudly, "Ah! Ma Shao! Ma Shao! What's wrong with you! Come quickly! Ma Shao has had an allergic reaction!"

  Shouting, Song Jian pressed the service bell.

  At this time, the other five people in the private room also stopped and stood around Ma Teng with dizzy heads, asking vaguely: "What's wrong? What's wrong? How did Young Master Ma get drunk?"

  Soon, the waiter outside the private room pushed in and saw Ma Teng foaming at the mouth on the ground. The waiter's face turned white with fright.

  "Quickly call the police and dial 120, quickly report it!"

  "No... no, don't hit him, this is an overdose reaction. Song Shao, we absolutely can't hit him, or we'll be finished if the police come. I'm going to go call for help." The waiter picked up the intercom and pressed a rarely used button.

  Song Jianzhuang put on a flustered appearance, picked up his own clothes and said: "You... you handle it, I'm leaving first, I have to go!"

  After finishing speaking, Song Jian did not look back and ran out hastily.

  The five people in the private room nodded their heads and hastily put on their clothes.

  Before long, a middle-aged man with a goatee walked into the suite, scanned it and asked, "Where's that little brat from the Song family?"

  "He went back to the boss and wanted to call the police. I didn't let him make the call, so he ran away with a fright," said a nearby waiter.

  Luo Yan's whiskers looked coldly at Ma Teng's constantly convulsing body on the ground, saying: "Send him to the hospital and try to rescue him. Also, today's events are not allowed to be spoken of. Whoever speaks of it will know the consequences!"

  "Yes, yes!" The people around him didn't dare breathe loudly.

  The mustachioed man turned around, "Song Jian? I didn't expect you to still be able to resist, you crawling insect! Hmph!" He revealed a cold smile, and the mustachioed man walked away in his leather shoes.