After Zhao Tianyi left,
Gao Min couldn't hold back her frustration. "Chief, this is just... shameless."
She genuinely didn’t know how else to describe it.
Qi Wei chuckled. "People with too much pride can’t survive in the legal profession."
"Alright, that’s enough. You can go back to your work."
Just as Gao Min was about to leave, her phone rang. Seeing it was Liu Yutong calling, she hesitated, glancing at Qi Wei for approval.
"Answer it," Qi Wei gestured.
Gao Min nodded, picking up the call and putting it on speaker. The conversation was brief—Liu Yutong simply invited her to visit the Finance University again.
After hanging up,
"Chief, should I go?"
"Why not? The more you interact with her, the better it is for you."
Gao Min immediately recalled those four words from before: "Immerse yourself in the game."
Now, she truly understood just how cunning Liu Yutong was. It was hard to believe an eighteen-year-old girl could be so meticulous.
Conventional methods were useless against her. The only option was to get closer, build rapport, and pretend to be "easily swayed"—to find an opportunity by getting near her.
Otherwise, letting her grow unchecked would be terrifying.
Meanwhile,
Students from the Finance University and some bystanders were still reeling from the shocking scene they had just witnessed.
The men in black hadn’t fully dispersed yet, most of them still gathered at the university’s entrance.
"The young miss has confirmed: aside from the hundred or so thugs who got away, Xie Dong from Vocational College escaped, Xiao Bin from the Institute of Technology didn’t participate, and Liu Hao joined initially but bolted the moment things went south."
"So far, only Xie Dong and Liu Hao—the two gang leaders—got away. Should we send people after them?" Ma Da asked.
In this era, large-scale brawls involving so many people rarely led to serious consequences for those who escaped.
The police usually wouldn’t go through the trouble of tracking them down—it was too time-consuming to identify every runaway.
Those who didn’t escape would typically face seven to fourteen days in detention.
Of course, if there were too many, some might just pay a fine or post bail and walk free the same night—except for the ringleaders.
Liu Yutong shook her head. "No need for now. First, arrange for the injured brothers to go to the hospital. Give each of them a thousand as compensation, five hundred for those on the periphery. Add bonuses for those who stood out."
"Yes, young miss!" Ma Da immediately went to carry out the orders.
The Finance University students still hadn’t scattered, watching from the gates as Liu Yutong gave instructions to the men in black.
Then, they witnessed another jaw-dropping sight.
A fleet of over a dozen black cars rolled in, parking in perfect unison along the roadside. None of them had ever seen such a spectacle before, and they were utterly stunned.
"Our class president’s family must be loaded—her underlings all drive matching sedans? Isn’t that a waste of money?"
"What do you know? This is called prestige."
"Hey, do you really think our class president is the boss of the Ten Thousand Dragons Society? Then why do they call her ‘young miss’?"
"It’s obviously a family business! No eighteen-year-old could build a gang this big—that’s impossible!"
"Honestly, I’m worried for her. Being born into that kind of family… she must have no choice."
"Yeah, our class president has it rough!"
"........."
The sentiment quickly spread, and the students’ gazes shifted from awe to pity.
In their eyes, she had become a "tragic young miss forced to inherit a dark legacy."
Otherwise, a girl as kind and beautiful as their class president would never have walked this path.
Though they were just college students, most instinctively believed that gang life had no future—sooner or later, you’d end up behind bars.
Their class president couldn’t be that foolish. She must have been left with no choice.
Ling Yan had also returned to the gates, having witnessed firsthand how Liu Yutong could turn the tides with a flick of her wrist.
Despite causing such a massive scene, Liu Yutong walked away unscathed, leaving Ling Yan seething.
"Why wasn’t she arrested? All these gangsters should be locked up and thrown in jail!!!"
Earlier, when Liu Yutong appeared with that sea of men in black, Ling Yan—like the others—had been stunned, then overwhelmed by fear.
She never imagined that her roommate, a girl she shared a dorm with, could have such sinister connections.
By the time she and Fang Haoran fled the scene, her fear of retaliation had far surpassed her initial terror of the thugs.
After running back to campus, she immediately reported to their advisor, claiming their class president was involved with organized crime.
She expected shock, and the advisor was indeed shocked—but not by Liu Yutong’s background.
With Li Xiaohui vouching for her, the advisor dismissed Ling Yan’s claims outright. What kind of background did Li Xiaohui have? Her company couldn’t possibly be shady.
That was a joke.
And then she learned—the Ten Thousand Dragons Society was a company founded by Liu Yutong herself.
A student with deep connections, their class president and a young entrepreneur—their combined credibility far outweighed Ling Yan’s accusations.
Advisor Lu Hong promptly scolded Ling Yan for slandering her classmate.
Humiliated, Ling Yan called the police, reporting a gang brawl outside campus.
The officers did arrive—in force.
But just when Ling Yan thought Liu Yutong would be taken away, she witnessed something that shattered her worldview: after a brief exchange with the chief, Liu Yutong and her people were let go.
It was unimaginable.
She had never felt the world was this dark before.
Does money really let you do anything?
Now, Ling Yan feared Liu Yutong even more—mixed with a bitter resentment.
As the Ten Thousand Dragons Society members gradually withdrew, the campus gates finally quieted down.
After much hesitation, Lin Lele and the others mustered their courage and approached Liu Yutong.
"Class president... thank you for saving us."
"Yeah, if it weren’t for you..."
"........."
The students thanked her in a flurry of voices.
Truthfully, their fear of Liu Yutong outweighed their gratitude.
To them, their class president was unnaturally "dark"—not just in her actions, but in her unfathomable background. It felt like a movie had come to life.
Before, when they saw films about gangs with untouchable underworld connections, they dismissed it as artistic exaggeration.
Never did I imagine that art would now mirror reality.
Otherwise, there’s simply no explanation for why all those troublemakers got arrested while Class President Liu Yutong remained completely unscathed.
But no matter how intimidating Liu Yutong’s background might be, they still had to leave a good impression on her.
Liu Yutong: "Are you all okay? If anyone needs to go to the hospital, I can arrange for someone to take you."
The students glanced at the particularly menacing black-clad figures boarding the vehicles nearby and immediately shook their heads like rattles. "No, no! It’s just minor injuries. We’ll get patched up at the school clinic."
Liu Yutong: "Alright then. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out."
Ling Yan lingered at the edge of the crowd, torn over whether she should try to curry favor with Liu Yutong. Everyone else had already thanked her—if she didn’t even put on a polite front, would Liu Yutong retaliate?
Just as she forced herself forward, ready to speak, someone suddenly reported:
Officer Gao Min was on her way, and Xiao Bin from the Institute of Technology had arrived to clear up the misunderstanding. After all, he was the only one of the "Big Three" who hadn’t been involved—he’d backed out early.
To everyone’s surprise, Liu Yutong simply said, "No meeting. Handle it by the usual rules."
Her meaning was clear: Xiao Bin would be handed over to the police—this time as a "welcome gift" for Gao Min. The last one hadn’t worked out, so here was a replacement. After all, she already had evidence of Xiao Bin’s illegal activities.
In the next moment, Xiao Bin—who had arrived with an ingratiating smile, completely unaware of what was coming—was seized in terror by several black-clad men, shoved into a car, and hauled away.
The school gates fell deathly silent.
Xiao Bin was a known figure among the students—a top dog in the Institute of Technology. He hadn’t even participated in today’s brawl. By all accounts, though he was a troublemaker, this time he was innocent.
Anyone could see that Xiao Bin had come to surrender—or at least to show deference. He’d arrived alone, with no ill intent, full of sincerity. Any reasonable person would’ve spared someone who came willingly to submit.
But what did Class President Liu Yutong do?
She had him "dealt with" on the spot.
How?
Judging by the black-clad men’s demeanor, it certainly wasn’t for a friendly chat. More likely, it was to…
Shudder.
Too ruthless. Too cold-blooded.
Until now, they’d clung to a sliver of hope—that Liu Yutong, born into such a family, was merely trapped in the darkness, not truly wicked, not really a gangster at heart.
That she was a victim of circumstance, her nature still kind.
Her usual behavior as class president spoke volumes—she cared for the class, she’d even saved them today.
But now? It was all an illusion.
Unaware of their thoughts, Liu Yutong turned to Ling Yan, who’d been about to speak. Instantly, Ling Yan felt as if plunged into an icy abyss, her body stiffening.
The words on her tongue froze, unspeakable.
Only after Liu Yutong left did Ling Yan slowly recover, her legs giving way as she collapsed to the ground.
