Wang Simin and his group were destined to be proven wrong.
They probably assumed that the Lakeside Resort Hotel, being the most luxurious five-star hotel in Bright Pearl City and currently the only one of its kind there, catered exclusively to the wealthy and influential—making it an unlikely target for the thugs of the Black Dragon Society to cause trouble.
However, reality had other plans...
Yu Xin glanced at Yu Mo and asked, "Did you learn? Or do I need to teach you again?"
Yu Mo nodded excitedly, "Learned it! I’ve really learned it this time!"
Clearly, his thinking was still a step behind compared to Yu Xin and Miss Liu—too conservative.
Then his gaze fell on the few waitstaff who had followed the manager to block their way earlier.
The employees immediately paled, their legs giving out as they dropped to their knees.
"Young Master, we were wrong!"
"Young Master, we’re innocent! The manager ordered us to stop you—we had no choice!"
"Young Master, please spare us this once…"
"…………"
Yu Mo couldn’t care less whether they were innocent or not. Not only was he personally present, but to pull such a stunt in front of him, the heir of the Yu Corporation, was nothing short of a slap in the face.
And to dare block Miss Liu? That was unforgivable.
With a ruthless wave of his hand, he ordered, "Drag them all out. Execute immediately!"
A group of black-suited enforcers surged forward like wolves, hauling the wailing staff to the open area outside the hotel. The Black Dragon Society members then viciously tossed termination contracts at them, "politely" demanding they sign.
Each time someone was dealt with, they snarled, "Want severance pay? Go beg the Yu Corporation for it. Now get lost!"
Liu Yutong didn’t linger either, taking the elevator upstairs with her entourage.
With her gone, Yu Mo grew even more unrestrained.
Perhaps it was the first time he truly reveled in the thrill of unchecked authority, but the guy went completely wild.
"You—yes, you! Didn’t you try to stop us earlier? Drag him out, execute immediately!"
"You, the one with glasses! Your lenses are reflecting light—must be sending secret signals. Drag him out, execute immediately!"
"Hey, you dared to step out with your left foot first? That’s leftist ideology—threatens hotel unity. Drag him out, execute five times!"
"What? You’re a cleaning lady? Doesn’t matter, execute—wait, the floor you mopped reflects my handsome face? Raise her pay by 200!"
"Stop right there! You in the chef’s whites and tall hat—how the hell are you so fat? Who could afford to feed you? Drag him out, execute ten times!"
Ma Da, who hadn’t left yet: "???"
Excuse me, did my weight cost you a single grain of rice?
"Uh… my mistake. You’re the chef? Fat is good—fat is excellent! A thick waist and neck means you cook like a master. Reward him 1,000!"
"……"
Basically, anyone Yu Mo disliked was subjected to "immediate execution."
Soon, a steady stream of hotel staff were dragged away, their pleas and sobs echoing nonstop.
Who fires employees this terrifyingly?!
Since no one else dared to approach the Black Dragon Society members, hiding instead, the onlookers could only imagine the "inhumane torture" those unlucky employees were enduring.
The commotion even reached the food street across the way, sparking rampant speculation about what catastrophe had befallen the Lakeside Resort Hotel.
Zhang Kai and Brother Long’s crew also witnessed the "massacre" unfolding at the hotel opposite.
They saw employees being roughly hauled out—some tossed onto the street like trash, others shoved into cars and driven off to who-knows-where, likely not a pleasant destination.
Probably for some "enhanced interrogation."
In truth, when Yu Mo decided to purge the hotel, he’d followed Yu Xin’s advice and first seized control of the finance and logistics departments.
In a major corporation like the Yu Corporation, these departments were prime hunting grounds for embezzlers and leeches.
Those with clean records were simply fired. Those with dirty hands? Sent to a "secure" location.
Officially, the Black Dragon Society was now under contract as the Yu Corporation’s security detail, authorized to remove non-company personnel.
But Yu Mo’s brutal methods created the illusion that those taken away were "as good as dead."
Zhang Kai and his gang lost their appetites, fixated on the spectacle across the street. Even Brother Long, a seasoned thug, was stunned by the sheer ruthlessness of the black-suited enforcers.
"Damn, no wonder these guys ride in luxury cars and dine at five-star joints. You gotta be this savage to make real money."
They pieced together the reason—the hotel must’ve crossed the Black Dragon Society’s big shots, triggering this purge.
Cold-blooded. Absolutely cold-blooded.
Zhang Kai’s initial shock morphed into awe. He pointed at the enforcers.
"Brother Long, Brother Long—any way you can get me into that gang? Now this is how you rule the streets!"
Brother Long almost scoffed at the absurdity, but then realized this could be a lucrative opportunity. He backtracked, "My connections are no joke. I do know a high-up in the Black Dragon Society. But…"
"But what?" Zhang Kai pressed.
Brother Long rubbed his fingers. "It’ll cost you."
Zhang Kai didn’t hesitate. "Name your price. I’ll pay anything to wear that black suit."
Brother Long grinned. "For you? A discount—just 20,000."
Zhang Kai clenched his teeth. "Deal! 20,000 it is!"
Once he joined those ranks, his future—both in power and wealth—would be limitless.
If his old man refused to cough up the cash… well, he’d find a way.
His scheming was cut short by Brother Long’s furious roar.
"Old man, are you fucking blind?!"
"You wanna kneel and lick this clean?!"
Snapping back to reality, Zhang Kai saw Brother Long and his lackeys surrounding a man in his sixties—a janitor in a cleaning uniform, face etched with terror, stammering apologies. "I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!"
The old man had been cleaning the next table when he bumped into Brother Long, who’d just stood up to relieve himself. The bowl of broth in the janitor’s hands tipped over, splashing onto Brother Long’s shoes.
"Sorry doesn’t cut it! You know how much these shoes cost?!"
"Pay up, you old bastard!"
"I… I’ll pay."
Trembling, the old man fished out a tattered wallet, its crumpled bills totaling barely 100 yuan.
"Is this all? You think you can just brush me off like I'm some beggar?" Brother Long grabbed the old man by his collar. "Get on your knees and clean my shoes, or I'll make you regret it."
With that, he shoved the old man to the ground.
It was then that Zhang Kai realized—the old man was his own father, Zhang Jianguo.
Instinctively, he wanted to call out "Dad," but the murmurs and pointing from the onlookers made him swallow the word in shame.
What would Brother Long think if he found out his father was a street cleaner?
How could he ever keep his reputation in their circle?
He couldn’t acknowledge him.
"Zhang Kai, what are you spacing out for?" One of the lackeys nudged him and gestured toward the old man. "Watch how Brother Long teaches a lesson. Learn something!"
Zhang Kai shuddered, forcing out a twisted smile. "Y-yeah... he deserves to be taught a lesson."
Before he could finish, Brother Long kicked the old man in the back of the knee.
The frail man collapsed again with a heavy thud.
"Clean my shoes properly."
Brother Long glanced at Zhang Kai. "Zhang Kai, your shoes must be dirty too. Might as well let this blind old fool clean them while he's at it."
Zhang Kai mechanically took a step forward.
The old man finally lifted his head. The moment he recognized Zhang Kai’s face, his lips trembled as if to say something—but the vicious glare in his son’s eyes made him lower his gaze again.
"I... I'll clean them right away..." The old man frantically wiped Brother Long’s shoes with his sleeve, his hunched back bent like a broken bow.
Zhang Kai clenched his jaw so hard it ached. Still, he didn’t speak.
He couldn’t admit it.
If he did, it was over.
But...
