Chapter 72: The Aura of Watanabe No

“Let’s go, I’ll drive you back to campus.”
Su Muqing smiled, leading Qin Xuan and the two girls as they hurried toward the university.
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“Senior brother, I want to ask you something about Lei Jinde and his son.”
On the way, Qin Xuan made a call to Zhao Long.
“Lei Jinde? You mean the real estate tycoon who got arrested last night?” Zhao Long sounded puzzled.
“Yes, that’s the one. To be honest, he was arrested because he tried to make a move against me…”
“Oh? Is that so?”
Zhao Long was taken aback and quickly pressed for the details.
Qin Xuan recounted the events in detail, and Zhao Long burst out laughing. “Ha! So you’ve saved that Su family girl again? Well done! Has she promised herself to you this time?”
Qin Xuan broke out in a cold sweat.
Su Muqing, sitting right next to him in the driver’s seat, had of course heard Zhao Long’s boisterous laughter. She shot Qin Xuan a sharp glance.
“Junior brother Qin, this makes things much simpler. Now that the girl is yours, with the three of us joining forces, taking down Li Shihao will be a piece of cake…”
“Cough, cough, senior brother, please don’t joke about that.”
Feeling a dangerous aura emanating from his left, Qin Xuan coughed hurriedly to cut Zhao Long off.
“Oh, you’re getting shy now, are you? Alright, I won’t tease you anymore. So, what do you want to know about Lei Jinde and his son?”
Qin Xuan composed himself and asked, “Have you heard about the traffic accident that just happened at the entrance of Jinling University? Lei Jinde’s son was also arrested.”
“Haha, I just heard about that. Since you ask, I do know a bit. Lei Jinde and his son have never gotten along. Other than giving his son money to squander, he barely pays any attention to him. In recent years, the son’s become somewhat notorious among the rich kids in Jinling. When he landed in the police station, he had no idea his father had already been arrested. It’s almost laughable.”
“What?”
Qin Xuan’s expression turned odd. “I thought he got drunk and crashed because he was upset about his father being caught.”
“No way. Last night, he and a bunch of his shady friends partied all night at a bar, didn’t even sleep, just drove straight home, and ended up crashing at your university gate.”
“What a bizarre pair of father and son,” Qin Xuan remarked, at a loss for words. “Senior brother, with someone like Lei Jinde, once he’s in, there’s no way he’ll get out, right?”
After all, getting caught with firearms is a serious crime.
“Don’t worry. No matter how deep his connections run, I won’t let him walk free. With him out of the picture, there’s finally a gap in the real estate market. It’s a golden opportunity for my Zhao family to expand.”

“Oh? Your family is in real estate too?”
Qin Xuan was a bit surprised.
“That’s right. From what I’ve heard, the police found a huge cache of weapons in Fat Lei’s villa. Even if I didn’t intervene, he wouldn’t get out easily. There are quite a few people in Jinling eyeing the slice of cake he’s been holding. The evidence is ironclad. Everything points to him being Lei Dahai, the drug dealer from Yunnan over a decade ago—no way he’ll escape this time.”
Hearing this, Qin Xuan finally felt at ease.
If Lei Jinde could still get out, he’d have to worry about Su Muqing’s safety every moment. But with him locked up for good, there was no need to stay on high alert.
After hanging up, Su Muqing had already brought them to the entrance of Jinling University.
The commotion over the accident had subsided for now, but Qin Xuan knew Zhao Jun would never let Wang Xiang and his mother off easily.
The crowd at the gate had long since dispersed, and the police officers were gone.
As Qin Xuan got out of the car, he suddenly felt something amiss.
A sharp, piercing gaze locked onto him from afar, one that actually made him feel a sliver of danger.
“What’s that…”
Following his intuition, Qin Xuan turned and saw a lean man in white martial arts attire standing across the street, staring at him with an intimidating, almost overwhelming intensity. Behind him stood a familiar face—none other than Kato Masaji, the cunning ninja he had fought before.
By comparison, the lean man was half a head taller than Kato Masaji, standing at a daunting six feet. His forehead was broad, his expression cold, his posture ramrod straight—it was his gaze that made Qin Xuan wary.
“Judging by the way Kato is bowing and scraping, could that lean man be Watanabe No?”
Qin Xuan narrowed his eyes in speculation.
“Qin Xuan, what’s wrong?”
At that moment, Su Muqing had finished parking and walked over, curious. She followed Qin Xuan’s gaze and also saw Kato Masaji and the lean man.
The light turned green.
Kato Masaji and the lean man crossed at the crosswalk. Qin Xuan couldn’t help but think how convenient it would be if Lei Jinde’s son had gone on his drunken rampage a little later and crashed into them right now.
But of course, that was wishful thinking.
The two delicate-looking girls who had hitched a ride were now standing beside Su Muqing, watching Qin Xuan with curiosity.
They’d heard the moniker “Brother Jian”—after all, he was a legendary figure among the freshmen. But since Qin Xuan was in camouflage, they hadn’t recognized him at first. Only when Su Muqing introduced him in the car did they realize he was the famed “Brother Jian” who had taken the campus by storm.
“I heard Brother Jian beat up those international students from Japan, and those two in the middle of the street must be from Japan too…” The two girls grew excited.
A few sharp-eyed students passing by recognized Qin Xuan as well and stopped, eager to see what would happen.

“That must be Watanabe No from the Kendo Club, right? He really is handsome.” A girl gazed at the lean man, her eyes shining.
“Handsome? Please, our Brother Jian is the real deal! Just watch—he’ll have that Watanabe guy begging for mercy,” her male companion scoffed.
“Hmph, we’ll see.”
“We will. Who’s afraid?”
The boy watched Qin Xuan with anticipation.
“Qin Xuan, so that’s Watanabe No. What do you think?” Su Muqing asked.
News of Qin Xuan’s upcoming duel with Watanabe No had been spreading like wildfire across the campus forum—a crowd was waiting for the showdown. Su Muqing had heard the rumors and was curious to hear Qin Xuan’s assessment as a “professional.”
“If even you recognize him, he must be pretty well-known at Jinling University.” Qin Xuan chuckled confidently. “I can tell this guy has some skill, but he’s not worthy to flaunt it in front of me.”
“Really?”
Su Muqing was surprised. “Watanabe No is supposed to be really strong. Even though you’re not exactly an ordinary person, facing him shouldn’t be that easy, right?”
Watanabe No’s kendo club had only just formed, yet he’d already challenged the top fighters from the university’s martial arts and nunchaku clubs, defeating all of them with a single move each and earning quite the reputation.
Su Muqing thought Watanabe No might even stand a chance against Qin Xuan.
“How am I not ordinary?”
Qin Xuan was exasperated.
She leaned in and whispered, “Heh, you can take on guns and still walk away—how can you call yourself normal?”
Su Muqing’s laughter was playful, and for a moment, her mischievous expression stunned the students around them.
Had the famous Su Muqing ever shown such a side?
But soon, all attention shifted away from her.
For at that moment, Watanabe No finally stood before Qin Xuan. He raised his chin slightly, eyes fixed on Qin Xuan, and said,
“So, you are Qin Xuan?”