Seeing the approaching fat man, Scarface Brother's expression darkened momentarily, but then he seemed to remember something and regained his confidence.
This was Bright Pearl City, not their turf in Wushui County. Since this fat guy dared to show up here, it was the perfect opportunity to settle old and new scores—including the humiliation of being fleeced before.
Scarface Brother immediately shot Qiao Yong a meaningful glance.
Qiao Yong nodded and glared at the unfamiliar fat man. "Hey, fatso, where the hell do you think you belong? Got some nerve, huh?"
If Xiao Bin and Xie Dong had opposed them, that would’ve been understandable—they were somewhat notorious figures in their own right. But for some nobody to step up and challenge them? This guy must have a death wish.
Ma Da strolled leisurely toward Qiao Yong, adjusting the wrinkled collar of his checkered shirt with deliberate calm.
"You asked where I belong? Same place as you, obviously."
"So you’re from University Town too? Never heard of you before."
"Didn’t know me before? Well, starting today, you will. And you’re right about one thing—University Town doesn’t need so much trash. There should only be one voice here."
Qiao Yong: "The hell?! You calling me trash?!"
"Oh, my bad," Ma Da glanced around. "I wasn’t singling you out. What I meant was—everyone here is trash!"
The moment those words left his mouth, the entire crowd erupted in fury.
Qiao Yong couldn’t take it anymore. He raised his hand and shouted, "Kill him! Beat him to death!"
......
At the edge of the suburban park, a crowd of onlookers had gathered, including Li Xiaohui and Liu Hao, the "All-Seeing Eye," watching from a distance.
As if the heavens weren’t cooperating, a light drizzle suddenly began to fall.
The spectators scattered, scrambling for shelter from the rain.
Li Xiaohui and Liu Hao’s group retreated to a gazebo farther away.
From there, their view wasn’t as clear, but Li Xiaohui was still buzzing with excitement. Finally, she was witnessing a real-life showdown—it felt like a movie playing out in reality, and the thrill was electric.
Liu Hao, however, had been quiet, his brow furrowed as if he sensed something amiss.
"Who were those guys that showed up earlier? Do you know them, Hao?"
"That was Qiao Yong, boss of the Grain Trade College, and Xiao Bin from the Tech Institute. Never thought the three big shots of University Town would team up."
"This isn’t good..."
......
Liu Hao suspected someone was exploiting internal conflicts within the vocational schools to consolidate power.
If that were true, the internet café street under his control might be in trouble soon.
If Qiao Yong got too ambitious, he’d likely come knocking.
One-on-one, Liu Hao feared no one from the three schools. But if they truly united, he wouldn’t stand a chance.
After all, he’d only been building his influence for a few months—far from a full-fledged gang.
So, maintaining balance in University Town was his top priority.
Li Xiaohui, oblivious to the complexities, grew even more excited at the mention of the "three big shots."
"Hao, how do you stack up against them?"
"Small fries. I could wipe them out easy," Liu Hao boasted.
But in truth, he was starting to sweat.
If things kept going this way, he’d inevitably clash with Qiao Yong and his crew.
Please, no…
Perhaps his silent plea was answered.
Just as Qiao Yong’s group was about to attack Ma Da, the sharp blare of car horns cut through the air.
A convoy of black sedans rolled straight toward the crowd.
People scrambled aside, afraid of being run over.
The vehicles halted in the center, revealing a luxury Mercedes worth millions among them.
A big shot had arrived.
With a synchronized series of door slams, sixty to seventy men in black stepped out.
Each wore a crisp black uniform, a dragon emblem embroidered on the left chest, and carried a standard-issue black umbrella in their right hand.
"Attention!"
At the command, the men snapped their heels together, umbrellas opening in unison—forming a dark canopy against the rain.
The three school bosses and their underlings gaped in shock.
"Holy shit! Who the hell is this? What kind of entrance is this?!"
Even Scarface Brother and his Yilian Society crew were stunned.
From their distant vantage point, Liu Hao and his group widened their eyes, murmuring among themselves.
"Some VIP just rolled up!"
"Damn! These guys look badass!"
"Who are they? This is next-level!"
"Wait… why does their uniform look familiar?"
......
Soon, someone gasped in realization.
"Remember that new gang that popped up above the food street? Their outfits looked just like this."
"Ten Thousand Dragons Society?"
"Yeah, that’s the one!"
"Why are they here?"
"No clue."
......
To this day, few in University Town knew the true nature of the Ten Thousand Dragons Society.
They operated in the shadows, rarely interacting with other factions—let alone making public appearances.
Yet here they were, making a grand and unmistakably aggressive entrance.
Liu Hao squinted at the umbrella-wielding, imposing figures.
Between the dimming light and the rain, their faces were obscured, but some still struck him as oddly familiar.
Li Xiaohui, too, stared intently, her hands trembling slightly.
She might be about to lay eyes on the legendary female boss of the Ten Thousand Dragons Society.
Just then, a voice from the crowd shouted, "No way! A woman?! It’s a woman!"
"What woman?"
"Open your damn eyes and look!"
"Holy shit! For real? The boss is a chick?!"
......
The murmurs of disbelief spread—not just among the spectators, but even Qiao Yong and his crew wore expressions of shock.
Earlier, when the convoy appeared, someone had recognized it.
"Isn’t that the funeral procession we saw on the road earlier?"
"Funeral my ass! This is clearly a boss’s motorcade."
"Then who called them here?"
"Beats me."
......
As the whispers continued, the rows of black-clad men suddenly shifted, parting to form a human corridor.
Silence fell instantly, the crowd holding its breath.
The corridor led straight to the rear door of the Mercedes.
A cold-faced young man in a black suit stepped forward and opened the car door.
Shortly after, a girl stepped out of the car, clad in a tailored black suit, her demeanor icy yet elegant, exuding an air of nobility and a hint of mystery as her high heels clicked against the ground.
The aloof young man promptly opened a black umbrella, shielding her from the rain overhead.
As the girl strode down the human-formed pathway, the black-clad figures on either side turned to face her, bowing their heads respectfully in unison:
"Young Mistress!"
"Young Mistress!"
"Young Mistress!"
".........."
The scene radiated an overwhelming aura of authority, the sheer presence commanding the space.
