"Tofu pudding should be sweet!"
"You're full of shit, it's salty!"
"You're the one full of shit, it's sweet!"
"Fuck your mom, say sweet one more time and I'll beat you to death."
"Sweet, sweet! Go ahead, hit me if you dare!"
"Damn it, I'll fucking hit you!"
"........."
A group of yellow-haired punks instantly started brawling, leaving the surrounding members of the Wanlong Society dumbfounded.
What the hell?
People in Bright Pearl City have always been open-minded—eating sweet, salty, or spicy tofu pudding is all normal. How could they fight over something so trivial?
"Enough!" Ma Da couldn't take it anymore and stopped them. "Whoever reveals their boss first gets my support."
The punks immediately fell silent at his words.
There was no way they'd rat out their employer...
"I'll snitch! It was Brother Guang who sent us!" A yellow-haired punk with a black eye stood up.
"Brother Guang?"
"Yeah, the guy who runs the bar street. Now that I've talked, tofu pudding is salty, right?"
Just as Ma Da was about to nod, another bruised punk jumped up. "I know where Brother Guang's hiding! See that beat-up gray Santana? He's hiding inside, watching. Tofu pudding has to be sweet!"
Ma Da looked between the two, suddenly unsure whom to support.
So he tossed the dilemma to the young lady. "Miss Liu Yutong, sweet or salty?"
Liu Yutong didn't answer. "Just go arrest him already."
She hadn’t expected the mastermind to be exposed so easily.
Ma Da quickly gathered some men and left the crowd, deliberately taking a detour before slowly closing in on the car from a blind spot.
............
To the bystanders—and those watching from a distance—the Wanlong Society’s actions were unmistakably something only a... certain kind of organization would do.
"Disgusting, forcing innocent people to fight for their amusement."
"Right? I even heard them arguing about tofu pudding—forcing people to eat sweet tofu pudding? That’s inhumane!"
"???"
"Wait, what’s your problem? Sweet tofu pudding is the best, got it? Keep badmouthing it and I’ll slap you!"
"Bullshit! Salty tofu pudding reigns supreme!"
"........"
And just like that, some spectators also started fighting for no reason.
A few confused onlookers watched the chaos unfold, then glanced at the "innocent civilians" surrounded by men in black. Suddenly, it didn’t seem like the gangsters were the ones enjoying the show.
Among the crowd, two young men were also observing the scene. One was stylishly dressed, sporting a trendy side-swept fluffy hairstyle and sunglasses, as if trying not to be recognized.
Seeing so many gangsters, he suddenly regretted coming to this small city to invest in an internet café.
Hundreds of people brawling at the drop of a hat?
Black-suited gangsters everywhere?
Especially that girl surrounded by them—when he heard the men in black call her "Miss Liu Yutong," his blood ran cold.
Even a young, beautiful girl was mixed up in this? Unbelievable!
Who the hell told him small towns were peaceful?
Peaceful? More like "roll up with a few truckloads of thugs at any moment." If he actually invested here, he might end up on the receiving end of a "lesson" himself.
Just then, the young man beside him broke the silence.
"Xue Qian, now you see how tough business is, huh? Can you handle this environment? Just come back with me."
"Do you know how hard it was for me to land a job? I finally became a manager, only to end up stuck with you. Now that you’re blacklisted by the company, what am I supposed to do? I need to eat too, you know."
Xue Qian: "I just want to release an album."
Wang Lixing’s temper flared.
"An album? Where was this dedication before?"
"Right now, survival is priority number one, got it? Forget about the album!"
"Sister Liu specifically said she’d pay you 100,000 per appearance if you’d just drink and sing with her."
"100,000!"
"If she’d take me, I’d strip and do a pole dance for extra cash!"
Xue Qian remained unmoved. "I want to release an album."
Wang Lixing finally snapped at his stubbornness.
"Listen here—you’re going to Sister Liu’s party, whether you like it or not!"
"If you refuse, don’t blame me for getting rough!"
He glanced around, then dramatically pulled open his collar and struck a pose.
"Choose: Sister Liu or me?"
Xue Qian: "???"
Strong-arming him, huh?
He took a long look at Wang Lixing’s pimply, unfortunate face, then at the intimidating men in black nearby.
Suddenly... the gangsters didn’t seem so scary anymore.
"I choose... investing in an internet café and funding my own album!"
.............
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Deng Zheyan spotted a yellow-haired punk pointing in their direction and felt a chill. Though he told himself he was overthinking, out of respect for Liu Yutong, he excused himself to "use the bathroom" and slipped away.
Brother Guang, oblivious, kept reporting into his phone.
"Young Master Yu, don’t worry. You can transfer the money now."
"They brought a lot of guys—maybe 200 or 300. But numbers don’t matter. Even if the heavens sent an army, they’d still—OW, FUCK!"
"What happened?"
"Nothing, just dropped my tofu pudding in the car."
As he crouched to wipe the mess off his pants, the door swung open—revealing a ring of men in black surrounding him.
Gulping, Brother Guang raised his phone and yelled, "Quick, send the money now!"
……
Over a dozen police cars soon arrived, officers pouring out.
The leader, a balding middle-aged cop with the air of a deputy commissioner, froze at the sight of hundreds of gangsters.
What the hell is this?
But professionalism kicked in, and he barked,
"What’s all this? Want to trade those suits for prison uniforms?"
"Who’s in charge here? Step forward now!"
