This time, Pan Xing wasn’t alone. Scarface Brother and Chu Yang had also come along, bringing a group of underlings dressed in white.
Pan Xing, after all, was the boss of the Righteous Alliance, a gang with a thousand members. Even though he only had a dozen men with him, he remained unshaken in the face of such a large gathering. The moment Jiang Bing’s subordinates saw him, they instinctively lowered their heads.
As Pan Xing approached, Jiang Bing—no matter how much he despised the man—had no choice but to greet him respectfully: "Boss!"
Pan Xing merely glanced at him sideways without a word and walked straight past.
Scarface Brother, however, wasn’t about to show Jiang Bing any courtesy. Without hesitation, he swung a heavy slap across Jiang Bing’s face.
The impact was brutal, leaving Jiang Bing’s cheek instantly flushed.
Jiang Bing instinctively raised his fist to retaliate.
But Scarface Brother was quicker, wagging a finger in front of Jiang Bing’s face. Though he said nothing, the message was clear:
Try it. I dare you.
Now that Scarface Brother was the head of the Black Tortoise Hall, if Jiang Bing dared to lay a hand on him in public, he’d be violating gang rules. According to their code, insubordination was punishable by internal discipline.
So, no matter how much Jiang Bing seethed with hatred, no matter how badly he wanted to tear Scarface Brother apart, he had to swallow his rage—his fists clenched so tightly they turned white.
Chu Yang, walking behind Scarface Brother, gave him a thumbs-up. "Scarface Brother, impressive!"
What he didn’t say aloud was: If Jiang Bing ever comes for you with a knife, better run fast.
Slapping Jiang Bing in front of hundreds of men? That was a death feud right there.
Scarface Brother smirked smugly and winked back, as if to say, This nobody? I can slap him around and he won’t even squeak.
Even though Scarface Brother didn’t have many men under him now, his position as hall leader kept him thriving in the gang. Status mattered, after all.
On top of that, he was responsible for collecting tribute from the subordinate branches—effectively holding a portion of the gang’s financial power.
Why him?
Because Scarface Brother was scrupulously honest in this role, not skimming a single cent—like a judge of old.
Previous collectors had always skimmed off the top.
But Scarface? Not a penny.
Such integrity naturally earned Pan Xing’s respect.
Little did Pan Xing know, Scarface Brother had been brainwashed by Er Kun.
Er Kun had orchestrated this to dig a massive pit for Pan Xing—one that would bury him under a mountain of blame.
Pan Xing still had no idea that the Righteous Alliance’s financial records had been duplicated, with one copy in Er Kun’s hands.
And these records were completely unaltered. If the police ever raided the gang, this evidence alone would be enough to send Pan Xing to prison.
Pan Xing, flanked by his white-suited underlings, approached Liu Yutong.
Under Scarface Brother’s influence, most members of his main hall—the Azure Dragon Hall—now wore white suits with a unified emblem: the character for "Righteousness," stylized to resemble a simplified dragon.
At first, Pan Xing hadn’t been fond of this aesthetic. But over time, he found himself growing accustomed to it.
Especially when he saw his Azure Dragon members standing alongside other branch members—the contrast was striking.
Even Pan Xing felt a faint, inexplicable sense of superiority.
Damn, it felt good.
Though the black-clad and white-clad factions were uneven in numbers, the visual divide was undeniable.
Black versus white.
"Miss Liu, I never imagined our first meeting would be under these circumstances."
"But Miss Liu, moving against my men on my turf—don’t you owe me an explanation?"
Liu Yutong countered, "What kind of explanation do you want?"
"Shouldn’t you be the one explaining?"
Pan Xing had sent people after her multiple times, yet she’d never once sought retribution.
Of course, planting so many spies in the Righteous Alliance didn’t count.
Pan Xing laughed. "Hahaha… Just joking. We were in the wrong this time. But how do you know her?"
He pointed at Gao Min beside Liu Yutong.
Liu Yutong had anticipated this question. Calmly, she replied, "Gao Min and I have worked together before. Back when she was a cop, she helped put some of your men behind bars. I’m grateful for her sense of justice."
"As for today—someone attacked a police officer. Can’t fault me for stepping in, can you?"
Some things couldn’t be hidden from Pan Xing. The more casually she spoke, the less suspicious she seemed.
Sure enough, her nonchalant tone made Pan Xing’s eye twitch. Several of his best men had fallen to the police.
Worst of all, those idiots had hired some shady lawyer who’d only gotten them heavier sentences.
A shadow flickered in Pan Xing’s eyes before he forced another smile. "I see. But Miss Liu, you might not know—Gao Min works for me now. She’s no longer a cop."
Liu Yutong feigned surprise, turning to Gao Min. "Officer Gao, did you mess up? Joining the Righteous Alliance isn’t the wisest move—they even attack their own. Why not come work for me? Safer."
Gao Min: "……"
She had no idea how to respond.
Just then, Ji Yu—who’d been closely observing the still-kneeling thug—chimed in, "Miss, this guy’s still kneeling. Did his knees break? Want me to fix them?"
"Enough!" Pan Xing snapped, his fake smile finally cracking.
"Miss Liu, let’s end this here. I suggest you stay out of the Righteous Alliance’s internal affairs from now on."
His words carried a double meaning.
First, the literal one.
Second, a reminder: the Righteous Alliance now answered to Pan, not Liu. The past was the past.
Gao Min caught on quickly. "Miss Liu, every country has its laws, every family its rules. This is our gang’s business. Best you don’t interfere."
Liu Yutong studied her for a moment before sighing. "What a shame. I’d have loved to call you ‘sister.’"
"But in that case, I’ll take someone else with me."
Pan Xing didn’t recognize the woman in white, though he’d heard rumors—something about her being close to Jiang Bing.
No matter.
"Fine. She’s yours."
Jiang Bing, however, panicked. "Boss, you can’t let her go!"
Pan Xing’s expression darkened. "I said fine. Got a problem with that, Jiang Bing?"
"N-no… But she has—"
"Has what?"
Jiang Bing opened his mouth, then slumped in defeat. "N-nothing…"
Pan Xing seemed to sense his hesitation but didn’t press further. "Then it’s settled. Miss Liu, take her."
Liu Yutong lowered her crossed arms and remarked, "It seems Pan Xing knows how to keep his men in line. Let's go."
The woman in white, standing amidst the crowd, quickly rushed to Liu Yutong's side, casting her a grateful glance.
However, when she caught sight of Jiang Bing's murderous glare, a flicker of fear still crossed her face.
Liu Yutong noticed it immediately and reassured her, "Don't be afraid. As long as you're with me, no one can lay a finger on you."
Before long, the convoy of the Ten Thousand Dragons Society slithered into the thick of the night like a massive black serpent.
