Volume One: Qin Yang of the Northern Sea Chapter 0035: Hijacking

That day, Qin Yang was in an exceptionally good mood. He mentioned to Jin Yu that he would need the car that afternoon, but he didn’t explain what for. After playing games for a while, he was startled to realize he’d lost track of time—his expression changed abruptly. At this point, his little sister still hadn’t called him, and his mood grew irritable.

He called Wang Hu. Though Wang had switched professions to auto repair, he still had his sources. The news he received was not good, and Qin Yang’s spirits sank immediately. A girl had been taken from the train station; it was unclear by whom.

His face darkened with murderous intent. Just as he was growing restless, his phone rang. The caller’s voice was icy cold: “Qin Yang, if you want to save your sister, come to the abandoned factory on the outskirts—alone. If you dare call the police, you’ll be collecting her corpse.”

His clothes seemed to flutter though there was no wind, and the murderous rage within him could no longer be contained. “Whoever you are, you’re dead,” he muttered.

He rushed out, ignoring the greetings of those he passed, hurrying down the stairs with no time for pleasantries.

Jin Yu was standing by the car, about to ask something, but at the sight of Qin Yang’s grim face, he shivered involuntarily.

“Yang, should I drive you?” Jin Yu asked in a low voice.

“Not today. I’ll take the car myself. If President Wu or Manager Su asks, just say I had something urgent to attend to.” He started the engine, shifted gears, and slammed the accelerator; like an untethered wild horse, the car vanished in an instant.

Inside the company, everyone began whispering as soon as Jin Yu returned.

“What’s going on with Yang?” someone asked.

“Yeah, did something happen to him?”

Jin Yu shook his head with a wry smile. “Don’t ask me. I don’t know either.”

The abandoned factory on the outskirts had been deserted for years and, being remote, no one ever came here. Guided by the GPS, Qin Yang twisted through several turns and finally arrived.

His eyes were cold, devoid of any emotion, as he strode inside. Inside, someone had already been watching with binoculars; seeing that Qin Yang had come alone, they breathed a sigh of relief.

His phone rang again, directing him deeper into the factory.

A boisterous laugh rang out: “Qin Yang, you really are bold. If not for this incident, I’d have wanted to be your friend.” Before him stood more than a dozen men, none bothering to hide their faces. Their leader, a burly man, lounged on a sofa, smiling broadly.

Two scantily clad women sat beside him, his hand snaking behind them, groping their snow-white breasts, drawing squeals of delight.

Most of these men were foreigners, many wielding advanced firearms—far from the usual street thugs. The speaker was their leader, a mercenary with a reputation surpassing even that of the Scorpion—he was known as the Black Bear.

Qin Yang stood his ground, letting countless muzzles train on him. “Where is my sister?”

Black Bear waved his hand, and soon a few men carried out a girl. Qin Yang’s face changed dramatically as he rushed over, but found she had merely fainted—he breathed a sigh of relief.

His gaze grew razor-sharp; now that Qin Ling’er was safe, it was time to settle accounts. “Tell me—who wants me dead?”

Black Bear looked at Qin Yang, patted the women’s shoulders, and stood up with a grin, speaking in broken Chinese: “Mr. Qin, I’m sorry. I know this is your dying wish, but I can’t fulfill it.”

“Oh? That’s a pity,” Qin Yang replied.

Without warning, he charged forward. The men around him were caught off guard—they hadn’t expected him to attack at this moment.

His speed increased rapidly; with every blow, a man fell, each strike merciless, leaving no survivors. In less than a minute, he had wiped out nearly everyone.

Only Black Bear and the two women remained.

“Mr. Qin, I didn’t expect your skills to be so formidable. But can you handle my two women?” Black Bear said with a laugh.

The blonde and the silver-haired woman rushed at Qin Yang, each wielding a dagger with dazzling speed; a silver flash sliced through the air.

Qin Yang retreated, surprised at the women’s strength. They had reached the advanced level of the Awakened. Had he not just recently attained the peak of that stage, he would have been finished.

“With such ability, why act as someone else’s dog?”

“No, no, no!” one of the women cried.

“It’s about money. Money is a wonderful thing, Mr. Qin. Do you know what you’re worth now?”

“One hundred million dollars—a sum that tempts many,” Black Bear interjected gleefully. “What are you waiting for? Finish him, and we’ll collect the reward.”

To him, Qin Yang was already meat on the chopping block.

Qin Yang’s eyes flashed with murderous intent as he faced the two assassins. His body twisted at an impossible angle, snatching a dagger from one of them. He showed no mercy—the edge of his knife traced a red line across their necks.

He swept past their bodies and advanced toward Black Bear.

Black Bear’s eyes widened; he stroked his beard, frowning. He hadn’t expected Qin Yang to dispatch his two companions so cleanly.

He rolled his shoulders. Though it was now winter, he stripped off his down jacket, leaving only a vest, his face hard and cold.

“Your strength surprises me, Mr. Qin. Still, I should thank you—if you hadn’t taken care of them, I’d have had to split the money. Now, the hundred million is all mine.” Black Bear grinned, grabbed two axes from the ground, and lunged at him.

“Let’s see if you live long enough to collect it,” Qin Yang retorted, dodging the swinging axes and parrying with his dagger.

Clang, clang, clang!

Black Bear was powerful—at least at the pinnacle of the Awakened. His combat experience was leagues above that of the two assassins.

A hiss of pain—his abdomen was sliced open. If not for his quick reflexes, evading just in time, that blow might have ended him.

Fiery rage burned within him. “If you’re so eager to die, I’ll oblige you.”

He activated his Berserker Body. His inner energy ignited, boosting his speed, strength, and endurance. He attacked Black Bear madly, his footwork and attacks relentless, soon covering his foe in blood.

He severed the tendons in Black Bear’s arms, then kicked him viciously to the ground.

He could tolerate attacks against himself, but no one harmed his family and lived.

“Who sent you?” he demanded.

Black Bear gritted his teeth, sweat pouring down his brow, but said nothing.

Qin Yang drove the dagger into his thigh. The agony made Black Bear howl like a slaughtered pig, his screams echoing through the empty factory.

But Qin Yang’s voice was cold as ice: “Will you talk or not?”

“It—it was Feng Feng, the owner of Feng Real Estate.”

“Feng Feng,” Qin Yang repeated.

Black Bear looked at him, full of regret. In his greed, he hadn’t bothered to investigate his target—and now he’d paid the price.

“Don’t kill me! I’ll give you money!” Black Bear pleaded.

“How much?”

“Transfer it to this card,” Qin Yang said, tossing a bank card onto the ground.

Black Bear’s heart bled, but clinging to life, he picked up his phone and muttered rapidly. Soon, eighty million dollars appeared in Qin Yang’s account.

A faint smirk played on Qin Yang’s lips. He hadn’t expected Black Bear to be so rich.

But after kidnapping his sister, letting him go was out of the question.

With a sudden twist, he drove the dagger downward.

A scream rang out as he pinned Black Bear to the ground, then gathered his sister in his arms and strode outside.

“Qin Yang! You broke your word—you said you wouldn’t kill me!” Black Bear shouted after him.

“I didn’t kill you. You’re still alive, aren’t you?” Qin Yang called over his shoulder with a cold laugh. “If you can survive with all four limbs crippled, consider yourself lucky.”