Not long after, Liu Debao faintly heard heart-wrenching screams coming from inside the bar, snapping him back to reality.
"What's... what's going on in there?"
The black-clad subordinate seemed unfazed. "Nothing much, just testing some new tools."
Liu Debao: "..."
"Then... what will happen to them... in the end?"
The subordinate thought for a moment and said, "Normally, according to Wanlonghui's customs, they'll be dealt with properly. You probably won't see them again after this."
"Dealt with properly"? What did that mean?
Liu Debao's first thought was execution—the ancient meaning of beheading, eliminating someone.
He didn’t dare dwell on it, turning his head slightly and gritting his teeth involuntarily.
Were they really that ruthless?
Suddenly, his mind flooded with images of the shocking crime cases often shown on legal TV programs.
His cousin had clearly gone down a dangerous path.
What should he do now?
Just then, his phone rang.
It was his father calling.
"I couldn’t get through to you earlier. What’s going on? Did you sneak out to have fun?"
"Your sister said you were sleeping, but I didn’t believe it. Since when do you sleep this early?"
"..."
On the other end, Liu Jianhong first scolded his son for being irresponsible, running off to play as soon as they arrived, before finally bringing up Liu Yutong.
"Come back early. Stop causing trouble for your sister. She’s just started university, and taking care of Grandpa and the others is already hard enough. Don’t make things worse for her."
"Also, I heard there are a lot of troublemakers in the city, and the security isn’t great. As her younger brother, you should look after her. Don’t let anyone bully her."
"Dad! The city’s security is fine! And my sister doesn’t need me to protect her!"
"What kind of attitude is that?! Is this how I raised you?! What’s wrong with a man taking care of his sister?!"
Liu Debao nearly choked on his own spit. "Me... me... her?"
He pointed toward the bar.
Given the current situation, did she really need his protection?
His cousin was more likely to be the one protecting others.
Just as he was about to argue further, a group of people emerged from the bar. Lai Pihou and his gang, who had tricked him earlier, were dragged out like lifeless dogs and taken away.
Liu Yutong soon walked out as well, getting into the car and taking the other seat in the back.
"Drive."
The car started moving quickly.
Sitting beside her, Liu Debao felt restless. Never before had he felt such pressure just being next to his cousin.
Trying to break the tense atmosphere, he glanced around the car’s interior and asked, "Sis, what kind of car is this? It’s so comfortable and looks really high-end. Must be worth at least a million, right?"
"Over ten million," Liu Yutong corrected.
Liu Debao: "Pfft—"
He thought he had already stretched his imagination, considering he didn’t recognize the emblem—though it stood upright like a Mercedes-Benz’s, so he assumed it was a similar luxury brand.
But his cousin’s words left him stunned.
This car was worth over ten million?!
Far beyond anything he could have imagined.
The most expensive vehicle he’d ever ridden in before was a bus. Aside from that, the priciest thing he’d ever driven was his family’s single-cylinder tractor.
Now, sitting in such an extravagant car, his first thought was that the beating he took earlier was worth it—he’d even come out ahead.
......
East District.
Gao Min and the girl with her ran to the dam on the eastern side of the bridge.
But Jiang Bing’s men had them surrounded, cutting off their escape. Several cars arrived, and dozens of men stepped out.
"Run, why don’t you? Thought you could get away?"
"Hand over what you took from Boss Jiang!"
A thug in a studded jacket and a flashy hairstyle sneered menacingly.
Though Gao Min appeared calm, she was at a loss internally. She couldn’t reveal her identity, or all her efforts would be wasted.
But she had to protect the girl beside her.
That was their agreement.
Yet the situation was dire, and she couldn’t think of a way out.
Before long, a sedan pulled up. A middle-aged man in a black leather jacket and sunglasses stepped out, a scar visible on his forehead.
This was Jiang Bing.
A senior member of the Yilian Society, second only to the hall leaders—though he held none of them in high regard, especially not Scarface, who had nearly gotten him killed.
Jiang Bing approached the two women, studying them.
He recognized the short-haired girl, then turned to the woman in white.
"So, who gave you the guts to steal from me and betray me? Ah, you teamed up with Scarface’s people."
"That explains it."
He blamed everything on Scarface—their feud ran deep.
The position of White Tiger Hall’s leader should have been his, but it was given to Scarface instead. Though the boss later handed Scarface’s territory to him, Jiang Bing knew how treacherous it was.
But he couldn’t refuse.
Only after taking over did he realize how dangerous the place truly was.
He’d been ambushed multiple times, surviving only because he always traveled with a large crew.
But his grudge against Scarface was now set in stone.
"Boss Jiang, are you sure you want to touch us? If you do, how will you explain it to Scarface?"
Gao Min felt a twinge of shame even saying this—resorting to using a gangster’s name to intimidate them.
Jiang Bing scoffed. "You little brat, using Scarface to scare me? Don’t you know I’ve been looking for an excuse to deal with him?!"
"If he dares to make a move, we’ll settle all our debts at once!"
Without wasting more words, Jiang Bing turned to his men.
"These two women are yours tonight. Just make sure they return what they stole!"
"Yes, Boss!" The men grinned wickedly as they closed in.
Gao Min gripped the girl’s hand, stepping back.
"Run when you get the chance."
"What about you?"
"I’ll hold them off."
At that moment, Gao Min suddenly thought of Liu Yutong.
What would that girl do in this situation?
With her domineering presence, she’d probably crush these thugs without hesitation.
But for Gao Min, calling the police seemed like the only option.
Just as Jiang Bing turned to leave, a group of his men carried Little Dao over.
The moment he saw Jiang Bing, Little Dao wailed, "Boss, our place got raided!"
Jiang Bing’s rage exploded. "Who?! Who the hell did it?!"
One time, two times—now multiple raids. Even the most patient man would snap.
"Boss, it was Wanlonghui!"
As soon as Little Dao said those words, Jiang Bing and Gao Min stiffened slightly.
Because they all thought of one person—Liu Yutong.
