Young Madam Has Multiple Identities

Over the past few years, he had gathered a lot of forces in Port Sia behind his back. All of them were loyal to him. Otherwise... he might have died in the last battle!    

Since he had already shed all pretenses of cordiality with Shi Beisheng, Qin Ming didn't mind fighting him face to face.    

Qin Ming had been a gangster since he was young. In terms of strength and means, he believed that he wouldn't lose to anyone. Shi Beisheng only had a good family background. In this world where the strong preyed on the weak, it was obvious that he would win with his strength.    

"Let's play chess." Qin Ming did not answer Zhou Han's question. Instead, he asked to play chess.    

"Okay." Zhou Han was a little surprised, but he still ordered people to go and get the things.    

...    

Qin Ming did not seem to be playing chess, but more like a piece of cloth.    

"Wrong." Qin Ming smiled and used his chess piece to push away Zhou Han's chess piece.    

"Amazing." Zhou Han sighed and said, "I lost."    

Qin Ming did not have the intention of closing the game. His eyes only stared at the chess piece that was pushed aside.    

Zhou Han followed his gaze and looked over. Did he want to... replace it?    

Replace Shi Beisheng's position?    

He had always known that Qin Ming had wild ambitions. Usually, he would play tricks behind his back, but he didn't know that Qin Ming had such wild ambitions. He wanted to kill Ninth Master in the Imperial Capital. What?    

Zhou Han's brain spun quickly. He quickly understood what Qin Ming was thinking. "Brother Qin, if you need anything, just come to me. Everyone in the black boxing club can be used by you. If there is anything else, I will do my best."    

If Qin Ming really climbed up that position, wouldn't his brother also benefit from it?    

"Okay, take me to the boxing club." Qin Ming nodded.    

"No need to go down." Zhou Han said and pressed a button. The blurry glass on one side of the room immediately became clear. He could clearly see the scene inside the boxing house.    

There was a boxing match in the ring.    

On the five-foot-wide ring, the two people used their fists to speak frankly. Blood and killing intent splashed on the emotionless ring.    

The two people on the arena stared fiercely at each other, afraid that they would take advantage of a loophole if they were careless. Suddenly, one of them quickly threw a punch at his opponent. After fighting for so long, he didn't have much strength left. Such a punch... He was directly hit to the ground.    

The big screen above the ring showed the countdown.    

"Ten, nine, eight..." The countdown started. The strong man struggled. The other man seemed to be not satisfied yet. He roared and was about to rush over when the crowd below the ring echoed.    

The light in the ring was not very bright, but Qin Ming had a good look. Even on the second floor, he could clearly see the strong man lying on the ground spitting out blood.    

Just looking at it made the violent elements in Qin Ming's body stir.    

"How many wins have you had recently?" Qin Ming was suddenly curious.    

"Fifteen."    

Zhou Han was not always in the restaurant, so he was not sure.    

"That's all?" Qin Ming showed a look of disdain. He did not have as many winning streak as himself. "That's all."    

"It's rare for someone to break 20, but..." Zhou Han thought for a while. "A year ago, there was a guy named Flying Fish who won 28 battles in a row."    

28 matches?    

Qin Ming's expression changed slightly. He had already reached the limit of 24 matches back then. If he continued to fight, there would be no one left.    

This Flying Fish... could actually win twenty-eight matches in a row.    

Qin Ming touched his chin. A trace of light flashed across his narrow eyes, as if he was calculating something.    

He was very interested in the strong!