Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 957: The Monster

Including the young man who had yet to enter, there were actually three men in the private room—and, additionally, two women.

One of the women had tried to escape but failed and was dragged back, while the other was slumped on the sofa, clothes disheveled and motionless, apparently unconscious.

At that moment, a man with green-dyed hair was forcing the woman who had been dragged back onto the sofa. He violently tore open her blouse, buttons flying off one by one. His face was full of excitement, while the woman struggled desperately, crying.

Suddenly, the door to the private room burst open with a loud bang, and a young man collapsed onto the floor.

“Kenji!” The green-haired man froze for a moment and instinctively called out the fallen man’s name.

“Kill you…”

At the same time, Suzuki’s words from the doorway echoed clearly in the room. The green-haired man and the other young man frowned.

“Gao Zhi, check on him,” ordered the green-haired man, ruthlessly punching the woman under him in the face. She instantly went limp, fainting.

The man called Gao Zhi quickly walked over to Kenji, nudging him a few times before looking up and saying, “Young Master Feng, Kenji is unconscious.”

Hearing this, Young Master Feng—the green-haired man—frowned deeply. He stood up and glared at Suzuki at the doorway, his voice cold. “Friend, which gang are you with?”“Is this the kind of trash running the streets these days?” Suzuki said, raising his hands in a karate stance. “If so, I guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson.”

“Hmph.” Young Master Feng sneered.

Gao Zhi stepped forward, clenched his fists, and began to bounce slightly on his feet, adopting a classic Western boxing stance.

“You may have knocked Kenji out, but Gao Zhi is different,” Young Master Feng said as he leisurely sat down, poured himself a drink, and crossed his legs. “Enjoy yourself, you pathetic piece of trash.”

Bang!

Just as Young Master Feng lowered his head to sip his drink, he snapped it back up in shock—his coffee table had just been smashed by a flying body. It was Gao Zhi!

The young man called Gao Zhi lay on the floor, eyes rolled back, frothing at the mouth, completely unconscious.

Young Master Feng squinted, studying the man who had just taken down two of his subordinates. Suzuki stood tall, exuding a silent but overwhelming presence.

Taking a deep breath, Young Master Feng set his glass down. “...I told you, you should’ve let Gao Zhi finish you off.”

In a flash, Young Master Feng pressed a hand against the shattered coffee table, propelling himself forward with terrifying speed. He lashed out with a sweeping kick aimed at Suzuki.

The speed was so fast that Suzuki barely had time to react. Instinctively, he raised his left arm to block, but the force of the kick was overwhelming. It was as if a speeding motorcycle had struck him.

Suzuki’s body flew sideways, crashing into the television mounted on the wall.

Crash! Bang! Crack!

The impact shattered the television, and the wall behind it cracked from the force. Suzuki lay crumpled on the floor.

“...Forcing me to take action,” Young Master Feng sighed, straightening his clothes. He looked coldly at Suzuki. “Mortals should know their place and not meddle in matters beyond them… Hm?”

He stopped mid-sentence.

Suzuki slowly shook his head and climbed to his feet, frowning as he flexed his left arm, which seemed slightly numb.

Glancing at the cracked wall, Suzuki then turned his attention to Young Master Feng. “Here, take this back!”

Before Young Master Feng could react, a fist smashed into his face with incredible force. He flew backward, slamming into the wall, leaving cracks behind.

Unlike Suzuki, Young Master Feng managed to stay on his feet, though unsteadily. Blood streamed through his fingers as he covered his mouth, his crooked nose clearly broken.

Staring at Suzuki with fire in his eyes, Young Master Feng removed his hand from his mouth, revealing blood and three teeth that fell into his palm.

“To think someone as lowly as you could do this to me… just food for the beasts, and yet…” His gaze turned dark and sinister.

In the dim light of the room, Young Master Feng’s fingernails suddenly grew sharper, resembling claws.

But Suzuki wasn’t one to give his opponents time to recover. In the middle of Young Master Feng’s monologue, Suzuki charged forward.

He dropped low and drove a punch straight into Young Master Feng’s stomach, causing him to double over. Following up, Suzuki delivered an uppercut to his chin, sending him flying.

Suzuki’s principle in fights had always been to leave no room for the opponent to retaliate. Punch after punch landed on Young Master Feng with relentless ferocity.

Time seemed to blur as Suzuki, despite his monstrous stamina, began to sweat. He grabbed Young Master Feng by the collar and lifted him, studying his bloodied and battered face.

“Are you even human? Or some kind of monster?” Suzuki muttered, genuinely perplexed by how durable his opponent was.

Young Master Feng’s eyelids twitched as he struggled to open them, barely conscious. He looked at the waiter who had beaten him senseless, his lips moving as though to speak.

“Suzuki! What are you doing?!”

At this moment, an angry voice came from outside the private room, and it was none other than the manager of the nightclub. The manager, with trembling fingers, pointed at Suzuki and looked at everything in the room with shock and anger, "You... you... Suzuki, you!!"

Suzuki quickly dropped Young Master Feng and raised his hands, saying, "Manager! Let me explain, things are not as you think!"

"Get out!!! You're fired!!" The manager angrily shouted, "Expect a lawyer's letter!! You have nothing to do with our nightclub!! I'm calling the police!"

Upon hearing this, Suzuki rushed towards the manager, causing the manager to jump back in fear.

Suzuki suddenly spread his arms wide, scaring the manager, who backed up against the wall of the corridor, trembling, "W-what do you want to do! Suzuki, don't do anything reckless!!"

Unexpectedly, Suzuki quickly clasped his hands together and suddenly appeared to be begging, with a distressed face, saying, "Manager, please, give me one more chance!"

The manager froze for a moment and then suddenly grabbed Suzuki's hand, pulling it towards his neck while screaming like a pig being slaughtered, "Suzuki! Don't do anything reckless! Let go of me! Let go of me!!"

What's going on?

Suzuki blinked, confused, but noticed that the manager was giving him subtle signals. Suzuki scratched his head, still puzzled.

The manager frowned, lowered his voice, and yelled, "Go! You idiot! Don't you want the police to catch you? Go!"

"Oh, oh!"

Suzuki quickly realized the manager was helping him. He nodded and, considering his current situation, knew it would be troublesome if the police caught him.

"Thank you!" Suzuki nodded quickly, then ran off.

After Suzuki fled, the nightclub manager sighed in relief, glanced at the inside of the private room, and frowned, "Young people, why are they always so impulsive..."

He sighed and quickly ran into the private room to help Young Master Feng, who was lying on the floor, back on his feet. "Guest! Are you okay?! Guest! I'm sorry! I truly apologize! This server was only hired yesterday! We didn't know he was a violent person! But don't worry, I will make sure to settle this for you... Would you like me to call an ambulance?"

"You let him go, right? I heard it..." Young Master Feng, with his head down, suddenly said in a low voice.

"Guest, what did you say... ah!!!"

Suddenly, a painful scream echoed from the private room. Not long after, Young Master Feng emerged from the room, reaching up to touch his lips, still covered in blood. However, his twisted nose had healed, and his face showed no signs of injury—aside from his torn clothes, he appeared quite spirited.

Young Master Feng's expression became clouded with anger. "Suzuki..."

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The car was heading towards the suburbs.

Based on "Suzuki Chun Xin's" memory, the land in the vicinity seemed to belong to a landlord family. Despite social reforms, this family still remained prominent. In fact, such rural gentry families were not uncommon in this country.

"The Takizawa family."

The car suddenly entered a quiet path, and Suzuki Yuichi's voice echoed.

"Takizawa family... is that the owner of this land, as my father mentioned?"

Suzuki Yuichi nodded. "The current Chief Cabinet Secretary, Asano, is from the Takizawa family. Asano's wife is the daughter of the Takizawa family. In addition, there are several descendants of the Takizawa family holding important positions."

Hearing this, "Suzuki Chun Xin" began to understand the influence of the Takizawa family in the country's politics. This ancient family indeed held considerable power in the political sphere.

"Father, is our Suzuki family collaborating with the Takizawa family?"

"Suzuki Chun Xin" frowned. Though Ba Qi had plans to control the power of the Suzuki family, he had never intended to get involved with the political system of this country.

For beings like Ba Qi, interacting with the human rights system was troublesome—after all, the modern era had already become one of human prosperity.

"Have you heard of Xu Fu?" Suzuki Yuichi suddenly asked.

"Suzuki Chun Xin" was taken aback. Regardless of whether "Suzuki Chun Xin" knew about Xu Fu, Ba Qi certainly did: the legendary figure who sought the elixir of life.

"I've heard of his story," "Suzuki Chun Xin" said after thinking for a moment.

Suzuki Yuichi nodded. "Then I'll just mention the important parts. The Takizawa family possesses a manuscript allegedly left by Xu Fu. The manuscript contains a map of the Emperor Qin's tomb. The Takizawa family plans to explore the tomb. It's said that there are treasures inside, objects that the first emperor used to suppress the world... that's the Takizawa family's goal."

"Suzuki Chun Xin's" eyes suddenly narrowed... if it's true, then the treasure used by the emperor to suppress the world would be a national artifact-level item!

"Father, I don't understand." "Suzuki Chun Xin" shook his head. "Such an important item, why would the Takizawa family want us to collaborate with them?"

Suzuki Yuichi shook his head. "You're wrong. The Takizawa family isn't looking to collaborate with us; they're merely hiring us. Have you forgotten? With their secret influence in the country's politics, they surely have the proper documentation. If the Takizawa family were to handle it personally and something went wrong, it might become an unresolvable issue."

"I see." "Suzuki Chun Xin" nodded.

Suzuki Yuichi then became serious. "When we get to the Takizawa family estate, remember not to offend them. Compared to such an ancient and powerful family, our Suzuki family is still too young. This time, the Takizawa family specifically wanted me to bring the heir with me. Fortunately, you're here. If it were your brother, we might have caused trouble."

"Father, give my brother some time," "Suzuki Chun Xin" said with a slight smile.

But deep in "Suzuki Chun Xin's" heart, resentment was growing. Ba Qi could clearly feel this was the lingering obsession of "Suzuki Chun Xin."

"Suzuki Chun Xin" looked out the car window. In the deep mountains, he could vaguely see an ancient, massive complex—likely the Takizawa family's estate.

As for why the Takizawa family specifically wanted the Suzuki family heir to come... this was worth considering. If it was just to discuss the exploration of the tomb, there would be no need to bring the heir along.

Given that the Takizawa family had hired the Suzuki family, it was easy to deduce that they wanted the Suzuki heir as a kind of hostage, perhaps?

No wonder, in his current state, he could so easily influence Suzuki Yuichi's thoughts... This was likely because Suzuki Yuichi was already willing to "rely on" "Suzuki Chun Xin"...