"Miss Liu, you really don’t give a damn about me, Jiang Bing, do you?" Jiang Bing said with a dark expression.
Liu Yutong didn’t even lift her eyelids. "I already told you, I don’t like talking to underlings. Move aside!"
She spat out the words coldly before striding straight toward Gao Min. Jiang Bing’s subordinates instinctively cleared a path, not daring to block her way.
Gao Min’s heartbeat quickened as Liu Yutong approached.
When that slightly cool hand grasped her left hand, she let out an involuntary whimper.
Liu Yutong frowned slightly, only now noticing Gao Min’s unnatural movements—her arm was likely injured.
She didn’t dwell on it. The priority was getting Gao Min to a hospital.
Just as they were about to leave, Jiang Bing suddenly shouted, "You can take her, but the other one stays! Otherwise, none of you are leaving today!"
That girl in white had taken something from him—including some of his recorded secrets—and he absolutely couldn’t let those fall into outsiders’ hands.
Liu Yutong had originally intended to avoid trouble. After all, she was about to meet Pan Xing soon, and she didn’t want to stir up a scene. She just wanted to take Gao Min and leave.
But Jiang Bing’s outburst ignited the fury simmering in her heart.
She slowly turned around, her icy gaze locking onto Jiang Bing as she said coldly, "Who laid hands on her? Step forward!"
No sooner had she spoken than a burly man pushed through the crowd.
He was tall, muscular, with a menacing face—the kind of intimidating presence that could scare people off.
"Yeah, it was me. What about it?"
The guy had guts, standing his ground even when outnumbered by members of the Wanlong Society.
Of course, his confidence wasn’t unfounded.
The eastern dam was a bit remote, and there weren’t many people around at night, but this was still Yishe Alliance territory. If he called for backup, he could summon a hundred men in minutes.
Even if the Yishe Alliance wasn’t the most united group, they’d still send people to save face.
Besides, since Brother Bing had spoken, as one of Jiang Bing’s top enforcers, he had to step up—couldn’t let his boss lose face.
And these days, gang conflicts rarely escalated into real fights. Most of it was just posturing.
No matter how many people Wanlong Society brought, it’d probably just end in shouting and threats—all bark, no bite.
Liu Yutong watched the man step forward and simply called out a name: "Ji Yu!"
The Wanlong Society crowd parted, revealing a towering giant over two meters tall.
Ji Yu was dressed in an oversized black suit, but it couldn’t hide his exaggerated muscles. Every step he took seemed to make the ground tremble—like a human tank.
The once-cocky man’s gaze shifted from level to upward as he stared at Ji Yu’s chest, which was easily twice the size of his own. He gulped hard.
"Damn… How do you even get pecs that big?"
Ji Yu didn’t answer. He wasn’t the talkative type—just followed orders and got things done. Without hesitation, he reached out with a massive hand, gripping the man’s skull like a basketball.
Then, to everyone’s shock, he lifted the nearly 200-pound man off the ground with one hand.
Holding a grown man by the head like a ragdoll.
The man struggled, but Ji Yu just hoisted him higher and smacked his backside a few times—like disciplining a child. Instantly, the man went still.
The scene should’ve been comical, but no one laughed. Instead, they were utterly stunned.
This defied all logic. None of them had ever seen anything so absurd—a grown man being treated like a toddler.
Ji Yu carried the man over to Liu Yutong like a trophy. "Miss Liu, got him."
Liu Yutong glanced at Gao Min but said nothing.
Ji Yu scratched his bald head, thinking hard about what "got him" meant, then planted the man on the ground and kicked the back of his knees.
The man let out a pained yelp before dropping to his knees in front of Gao Min.
Gao Min: "..."
She wasn’t sure if Liu Yutong had planned this or if it was just to vent her anger.
Either way, to outsiders, it looked like she’d ordered it.
The man kneeling before her had assaulted an officer, and Ji Yu had merely helped subdue the criminal.
If anything went wrong, she’d be the one held responsible.
As for why Liu Yutong wasn’t implicated? Because she hadn’t given a single direct order—just called a name.
Of course. She was always this meticulous.
The kneeling man looked up at Jiang Bing, humiliation burning in his eyes. "Brother Bing!"
Jiang Bing’s face was stormy, but he stayed silent.
Because Ji Yu’s massive hand was now resting on his shoulder like a mountain, pinning him in place.
This was the true measure of intimidation.
No matter how many men you had behind you, you wouldn’t dare move a muscle.
Especially when the other side had even more.
The standoff dragged on, neither side making a move.
Wanlong Society held back because they adhered to one core principle: never strike first.
Starting a fight made it harder to justify legally. But if the other side threw the first punch? That opened up all kinds of opportunities.
For example, if Jiang Bing’s men attacked, they could claim self-defense—maybe even get a commendation for protecting Gao Min.
Assaulting an undercover officer? That made them heroes stopping violent criminals.
Just then, a few more cars appeared in the distance.
Despite the sea of people covering the dam, the vehicles drove forward calmly, heading straight for Jiang Bing’s side.
Five cars in total—two Mercedes, three BMWs.
Soon, someone recognized them.
"It’s the Yishe Alliance’s main branch cars!" one of Jiang Bing’s men exclaimed.
The door of the central Mercedes opened, and a subordinate stepped out first, holding it for a man in a white suit, black-framed glasses, and silver hair slicked to one side.
His sharp eyes carried a careless ruthlessness, and his mere presence exuded authority.
The moment he stepped out and stood there, the entire dam fell silent.
The current leader of the Yishe Alliance—Pan Xing—had arrived.
