After hearing this, Song Qi’s eyes instantly widened. He rushed forward and covered Chen Junnan’s mouth.

“Don’t call out that name!” Song Qi looked at the man before him with shock. “Wait, who are you?”

“What the hell…” Chen Junnan impatiently swatted Song Qi’s hand away. “Why are you covering my mouth? I’m not a Calabash Brother—calling your name won’t capture you.”

After hearing this, Qiao Jiajin felt something was off and said: “Junnan, that seems to be Gold Horn King.”

“Oh? Really?” Chen Junnan also thought for a moment. “Isn’t ‘I call your name, do you dare answer’ a Calabash Brothers line?”

“Cala… Calabash Brothers? What’s that?” Qiao Jiajin asked puzzledly. “Wasn’t it said by Gold Horn King?”

“Hey, Old Qiao, it’s been a while since I’ve educated you on cultural knowledge points!” Chen Junnan laughed and patted him. “Come, come, come, let me tell you—Calabash Brothers is one of our cultural treasures! The story goes…”

“Wait, wait…” Song Qi felt these two were strange. “Is now the time to discuss Calabash Brothers and Gold Horn King?”

“Oh right…” Qiao Jiajin also suddenly remembered something. “Someone just said they were looking for me… Explosion Guy, you looking for me?”

“I…” Song Qi shook his head helplessly. “A brother at ‘Earth-Sheep’s’ venue needs help…”

“I throw!” Qiao Jiajin shouted loudly. “Liar Boy got beaten up?”

Chen Junnan was also startled: “What? Someone took down Old Qi?”

“No…” Song Qi felt it was really difficult to communicate with these two. “That brother needs help. He specifically asked for ‘Qiao Jiajin’ to go help him.”

“Alright, I’ll go now.” Qiao Jiajin nodded, about to set off immediately.

“Hold on.” Chen Junnan grabbed Qiao Jiajin and, after thinking for a moment, asked Song Qi: “Did that brat win or lose?”

“He won.” Song Qi answered.

“He won, yet needs help?” Chen Junnan stroked his chin.

“That’s right.” Song Qi nodded.

“Then I understand.” Chen Junnan patted Qiao Jiajin. “Old Qiao, go inside with Little Chu and get two burlap sacks.”

“Burlap sacks?” Qiao Jiajin was stunned. “Why do I have to go? Why don’t you go?”

“You’re not even wearing a shirt. Go get them quickly.” Chen Junnan sighed.

“Uh…” Qiao Jiajin looked down—indeed, he wasn’t wearing a top. “I throw…”

Seeing him run off, Chen Junnan shouted from behind: “Old Qiao, grab a couple handy weapons while you’re at it.”

“Ah? Okay, I know!”

Song Qi looked at Chen Junnan with confusion and asked: “Have you… have we met before?”

“Before?” Chen Junnan thought about it. “No, isn’t this our first time meeting?”

“First time…?” Song Qi said puzzledly. “You clearly just called out my real name… how did you know it?”

“I calculated it with my fingers.” Chen Junnan said blandly. “Young master calculated with his fingers—you lack ‘Ming’ in the five elements and commit ‘Hui’ in your fate, therefore you’re called ‘Song Minghui.'”

“What kind of nonsense…” Song Qi felt his brain getting scrambled talking to this person. “Then how did you know my surname is ‘Song’?”

“Because I damn well felt like it.” Chen Junnan was getting impatient. “Little Song, don’t ask so many questions. Don’t pry into society matters.”

Song Qi still looked at Chen Junnan with confusion. This person was simply too strange—nothing could be extracted from his mouth.

In a short while, Qiao Jiajin had already put on an outer shirt and came to join them.

Under his left armpit he carried two iron pipes—the break marks looked fresh, like two water pipes that had just been snapped off. In his right hand, he held two dirty woven bags.

“Junnan Boy, I’m here.” Qiao Jiajin said with a smile. “Are we going to knock someone out and carry them away? I specially picked two large burlap sacks.”

“Any size is fine.” Chen Junnan said with a smile. “The two of us are going to do him a big favor.”

After saying this, he turned to ask Song Qi: “Did that brat say ‘don’t let anyone come except Qiao Jiajin’?”

“He didn’t say that.” Song Qi shook his head.

“Then that’s settled.” Chen Junnan said. “Old Qiao, let’s go. I’ll go with you.”

“Great.” Qiao Jiajin nodded.

The two had Song Qi lead the way in front while they followed behind carrying iron pipes and burlap sacks.

Song Qi felt somewhat strange. He thought these two inexplicably had the aura of “Cat”… he just didn’t know if these two people would be willing to join them.

…

Qi Xia truly had no way out.

This woman before him called Qin Dingdong refused to leave no matter what. Her goal from the start was to approach him.

Qi Xia had considered countless dangerous situations, but he never expected she was looking for Chen Junnan.

This complex situation was completely unsolvable—it was like facing another “Earth-level” opponent…

Who knew what that kid Chen Junnan had done back then?

Qi Xia could only hope Chen Junnan absolutely wouldn’t come, otherwise the situation would become even more difficult to handle.

“Seven years…” Qin Dingdong said through gritted teeth. “That bastard has been avoiding me for seven years!”

Qi Xia silently covered his forehead. He had already heard this sentence dozens of times.

To change the subject, he could only turn to talk with the long-haired man.

“Brother, what should I call you?”

The long-haired man politely lowered his head to Qi Xia and said: “Big brother, I’m called Liu Ershiyi.”

This name made Qi Xia feel somewhat strange.

“Liu… Ershiyi?” He couldn’t quite understand what parents would come up with such a name.

But thinking again, the man earlier was called “Song Qi”… could these not be their real names?

Their clothing was also very similar—could they be from some organization?

Qi Xia discovered this long-haired man spoke very little and couldn’t change the subject at all, so he could only remain silent. Right now the atmosphere on the scene was even more bizarre than when he had just participated in Earth-Sheep’s game.

Before long, Song Qi returned.

When Liu Ershiyi saw Song Qi, he nodded silently, then retreated to the side.

Qiao Jiajin then walked in carrying a stick, looking around cautiously.

There were only four people here total.

Sheep-head man, leather-jacket man, Liar Boy, beautiful sister.

Qiao Jiajin felt somewhat “raising the pipe and looking around in confusion.”

Who exactly should he knock out?

“Old Qi, let young master see what you’ve gotten into this time…” Chen Junnan said while walking in carrying a burlap sack and iron pipe, but his voice came to an abrupt halt after entering.

Everyone barely saw his figure—they only saw the burlap sack and iron pipe thrown on the ground, and the person had already run far away.

“Bastard! Chen Junnan!!”

Qin Dingdong shouted loudly, then immediately chased after him. Just as she walked to Qiao Jiajin’s side, her expression changed and she immediately revealed a smile.

“Oh, A’Jin, long time no see. You’re still so strong.”

“Ah?” Qiao Jiajin was startled. “You are…?”

Qin Dingdong had no time to answer. Her expression immediately changed: “Chen Junnan, you fucking cowardly turtle!”

Then she ran out of the room in a flash.

The several people in the room were all somewhat dazed.

“Liar Boy… what’s going on?” Qiao Jiajin was somewhat confused. “What just ran out?”

“Probably a person.” Qi Xia shook his head. “Fist, come here for a moment. I have something to tell you.”