CHAPTER 90: THE LIANWU STREET IS SAFE NOW!

It had been a week since the chaotic mess Zhao Yiming got himself into with Ruan Lihua.

He had already canceled all her commands through the system—because every time they met, it ended in guaranteed hardcore sex that scared the shit out of him.

Seriously, he couldn’t keep being brutal and brutalized like that! A man had limits!

Today, though, he was focused on something completely different.

The company he created, New Dawn Housing Inc., was now officially established through the system.

The legal documents and certifications were in his hands—stored in the safest place he could think of: his sex dungeon.

Yeah. Not exactly what lawyers would recommend, but hey, it worked.

But more importantly, today marked a major turning point.

This was the day he would officially submit all the assets and certificates for Lianwu Street.

By the end of it, he would become the true legal owner of the entire old shopping district.

And damn, he was nervous.

Zhao Yiming stood tall at the municipal office, a briefcase in hand, heart pounding with satisfaction. After weeks of system missions, and one too many brushes with death (and lust), it was finally done.

"All thirty-five certificates, officially under your name," the clerk confirmed, handing him a neatly stacked folder with the government seal. "You’re the legal owner now."

"Thank you."

Zhao Yiming grinned, resisting the urge to kiss the man’s bald head. He bowed respectfully, grabbed the documents, and left in a hurry, ready to deliver the news.

How he could get rid of that damned Golden Earth!

Or so he thought.

As he stepped into the narrow entrance of Lianwu Street, the sound of shouting, crashing glass and a woman screaming hit him like a slap.

His eyes widened. It was Golden Earth.

After more than a week they were silent, like a sleeping lion now they arise more violently.

Dozens of suited thugs were roaming the street, knocking over fruit stands, tearing signs from shopfronts, and waving stacks of shady contracts at terrified tenants.

"This is illegal! You can’t just break things!" Zhenhua yelled, only to get shoved back by a young punk with gold chains and sunglasses.

"Shut up! Sign the damn contract, or we’ll bulldoze your shop by tomorrow!" the thug snapped.

Zhao Yiming’s blood boiled.

He pushed through the crowd, his voice calm but laced with steel. "Wow. I leave for one hour, and rats crawl out of the sewer."

The punks stopped as their head turned to the source of the mocked voice. A few of the Golden Earth men froze when they recognized him.

"Zhao Yiming?" one muttered.

"Tch. The gambler turned into a material arts freak? Get lost! This street ain’t yours!" another sneered.

Zhao Yiming opened the briefcase slowly. He pulled out the folder and flipped it open. Thirty-five pristine certificates gleamed under the sunlight.

He raised them high. "Wrong. Lianwu Street belongs to me now. Legally and permanently."

Gasps erupted from the crowd. Tenants covered their mouths. The Golden Earth thugs stiffened.

The man who had been yelling contracts shoved his way to the front. He was bald and muscular, in a wrinkled brown suit, and wore the smug face of someone used to cheating grandmas out of their pensions.

"Nice trick. Where’s the stamp? The signature? This some photocopied BS—"

"You want a stamp?" Zhao Yiming interrupted, grabbing the last page and slamming it against the nearest wall.

"Here’s the national seal! Ministry of Housing! Why don’t you go cry to them?"

The man’s face turned red, but still, he won’t back down.

Zhao Yiming didn’t stop. "All of you, listen up! This isn’t some old folks’ street anymore. Every single square meter belongs to New Dawn Housing Inc. If you want to negotiate? You talk to me."

A ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd. Golden Earth members looking at each other now, the plan totally changed.

If the man in front of them were right, they were now fighting against the same company just like them.

However, the bald man pulled Zhao Yiming’s shirt, "Isn’t it good? Now we don’t need to get rid of these old geezers, we just need to mess you up!"

The punks laughed, as their eyes now looked like hyenas waiting for the downfall of their prey.

However, it would never happen as the high heels clacked down the street like gunfire.

Ruan Lihua appeared in a black slit dress, sunglasses hiding her sharp gaze. Behind her stood Luo Yanyu, Su Meilin, Lihua’s elite guards, and even Han Queying.

The harem had arrived.

Ruan Lihua stopped beside Zhao Yiming, smiling like a queen inspecting her newly conquered land.

"Anyone who touches this street again without our permission..."

She let her nails trail across a thug’s cheek and slapped his hand that touched her man. "...will leave without fingers."

"Y-you’re Ruan Lihua?!" one of them choked. "From Black Orchid?!"

"The one and only," she purred.

More than half the thugs started backing away. One tripped and fell into a crate of bok choy.

But the lead thug refused to give up. "This is a setup! You’re bluffing! She isn’t the Black Orchid lead! Do you guys even see her once?!"

One of the man whisper to him, "Well, yeah, boss, I see her once."

"Shut up, this is not the time, asshole!"

Zhao Yiming stepped forward, eyes flashing. "Do you have a proof that she isn’t?"

The bald man’s face now hesitated, he was right.

Zhao Yiming then pointed at the smashed fruit stand. "Every shop you touch from now on is my property. Which means I can sue you for damages, trespassing, and threats. Want me to keep going?"

The man hesitated.

Zhao stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Or do you want Madam Ruan to escort you off the street?"

Ruan Lihua’s smile widened. "I do enjoy watching men beg."

Her bodyguards added with Luo Yanyu stepped closer to them as the Golden Earth man started to back down.

"If you want to report to the police, just report to me, Zhao!" Han Queying chimed in, from her pocket she took the police badge and showed it to them.

The thug’s face went red, then white, then red again as sweat dripping from their temple. After all, she was a real police and added with the notorious Black Widow Madam Ruan?

They won’t survive.

Finally, he snapped, "Fall back! Let’s go!"

Golden Earth’s crew scrambled out of Lianwu like cockroaches under a spotlight. Zhao Yiming raised the certificates high again.

Cheers broke out.

Mr. Wu approached him and hit his back. "Hah! You finally did it! I know you brat has guts!"

Su Meilin jumped into Zhao’s arms. Luo Yanyu punched his shoulder and called him a show-off. Even Han Queying gave him a thumbs-up.

Zhao Yiming smirked, pride swelling in his chest.

Golden Earth was done here. Even when they would meet again in the near future, but for now Lianwu Street was safe.

This district was his now.

His kingdom had begun.