"Who the hell do you think you're telling to kneel?"
"Who gave you the balls to talk to me like that, huh?!"
"Ever heard of the Yi Lian Society's Scarface Brother? You picking a fight with me? Tired of living?!"
The bald guy and his crew froze for a second.
Anyone who ran in these streets knew the name Yi Lian Society, but they’d never heard of this guy standing in front of them.
"Yi Lian Society? You’re really from Yi Lian?"
"Scared now, aren’t you?"
Scarface pointed at the ground. "If you’re scared, kneel down, call me grandpa, and admit you’re wrong, and maybe I’ll—"
Before he could finish, someone behind him suddenly shouted, "Fuck them up!"
Then, like a pack of rabid dogs, the group of men in white charged forward.
Chu Yang led the charge, with Gao Min right behind him, diving bare-handed into the crowd. Before the bald guy’s crew could even react, half of them were already on the ground.
Scarface’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Holy shit! This… this is insane!"
He’d thought Er Kun was exaggerating when he said his new recruits could take on ten men each, but turns out he’d undersold it.
Chu Yang moved like a human wrecking ball—wherever he went, the sound of cracking bones followed. The worst was when he took down the burly guy carrying the little boy, stomped on his knees, and snapped both legs with two sickening crunches.
It looked like he was out for blood.
Gao Min was slightly less brutal—she twisted a guy’s wrist until it dislocated with a pop, then kicked the back of his knee, sending him crashing to the ground.
Scarface swallowed hard at the carnage. "Uh… I didn’t even give the order yet. This is way too—"
Er Kun sidled up to him. "Scarface Brother, in this line of work, you gotta be ruthless. If you’re not vicious, you won’t last. This bald idiot dared to disrespect you—perfect chance to make an example out of him."
"Plus, I bet these guys are local thugs. This is our chance to make a name for ourselves!"
Scarface snapped out of his daze and nodded solemnly. "You’re right. This bastard had the nerve to talk shit to me. Strip him naked and throw him out on the street."
"Yes, Scarface Brother!" Two lackeys immediately dragged the begging bald guy away, twisting his joints until he screamed in agony.
Once he was down to his underwear, they dumped him on the sidewalk.
Gao Min watched but didn’t intervene. If not for her position, she’d have done the same.
The moment she saw them with that kidnapped kid, she knew they were dealing with human traffickers. That’s why she’d jumped in with Chu Yang without hesitation.
No matter how you looked at it, they’d done the right thing—rescuing a victim was heroic, even if their methods were a little extreme. It wasn’t "intentional" violence, just a necessary reaction in the heat of the moment.
Chu Yang and the others knew they were in the clear. If they’d gone toe-to-toe with Jiang Bing back at the department store, that would’ve been illegal. But this? Different story.
It was also why they’d manipulated Scarface into coming to the train station instead of confronting Jiang Bing head-on.
Soon, not just the bald guy, but his entire crew were stripped, joints dislocated, and piled up like a naked human pyramid on the street.
Before long, the cops showed up and hauled them all away—along with fresh evidence of the boy’s kidnapping.
Scarface, oblivious to their real motives, only grew more confident after the brawl.
With fighters like Chu Yang and Gao Min, plus thirty loyal underlings, he was ready to conquer the world.
"Listen up! In one week, I want control of this entire train station! Every last person here will know the name Yi Lian Society!"
"Yes, Scarface Brother!"
......
Days later.
A high-end nightclub, VIP room.
Pan Xing sat in a black turtleneck, hair slicked back, a faint smile on his face.
The room was thick with cigarette smoke as the Yi Lian Society’s elders and captains drank and laughed, all while subtly testing each other’s loyalties.
Lately, rumors had been swirling—someone was saying Pan Xing had a hand in Boss Lei’s death.
In their world, nothing was worse than being accused of killing your own boss. Whether it was true or not, once doubt crept in, loyalty crumbled.
Pan Xing had considered purging the doubters like in the movies, but real life wasn’t a script. If he tried, the cops would take him down before he could even consolidate power.
The Society was still recovering from a major blow half a year ago—they couldn’t afford another upheaval.
Tonight’s gathering was about feeling out his men and uncovering the source of the rumors.
Who was disloyal?
Pan Xing sipped his drink, studying each face in the room and filing away their reactions.
Just then, a lackey hurried in and whispered in his ear.
Pan Xing’s expression didn’t change, but his grip on the glass tightened.
The elders and captains exchanged glances before politely excusing themselves. "Boss, we’ll leave you to it. Another time."
The moment the door closed, Pan Xing hurled his glass to the floor.
CRASH!
Shards of crystal scattered everywhere.
"That idiot Scarface! Who the hell told him to go to the train station?!"
Turns out, Scarface had taken his crew to seize territory at the station, wiping out over a dozen small gangs in days. The news had even picked it up: "Train Station Shocked by Piles of Naked Men on Streets."
While Scarface was busy playing king of the hill, the Society was paying the price.
The local gangs he’d crushed were now retaliating—smashing their businesses, ambushing lone members, and sending several to the hospital.
Worse, the pickpockets, traffickers, and smugglers who operated at the station fought dirty, striking from the shadows and spreading paranoia through the ranks.
But the biggest problem?
The train station had never been unified for a reason.
It was a hub for smuggling, money laundering, and black-market deals—chaos was the whole point.
If one group controlled it, everyone else’s business suffered.
Scarface’s power grab had just painted a target on the Society’s back.
Now every gang, smuggler, and even certain powerful figures would be gunning for Pan Xing.
Suppressing his rage, he summoned Scarface.
He’d already planned how to discipline this brainless underling—until Scarface walked in wearing a white suit with "daSabi" printed across the chest.
Suddenly, Pan Xing wasn’t so angry anymore.
