The car slowly drove into the Qiongyue Bay residential area and finally stopped in front of a luxurious villa.
Liu Yutong turned to look at Liu Debao. "Get out."
Liu Debao was still reeling from the shock of everything he had witnessed that night.
No matter where his cousin went, people greeted her with respect. When she got into the car, someone was always ready to open the door for her.
Especially that scene at the dam—he had secretly watched from behind as hundreds of people stood in a tense confrontation. The sheer scale of it was beyond words.
Ever since Liu Yutong had appeared, his astonishment hadn’t faded.
After getting out of the car, Liu Debao followed closely behind her, his eyes wide with curiosity.
This grand villa was something he had only ever seen on TV—the kind of place only the ultra-rich could afford. Today was his first time seeing one in person.
When he stepped into the living room, the opulent decor left him stunned once again. He instinctively walked more carefully.
The floor was so polished he could see his reflection—nothing like the uneven concrete in his family’s house back in the village, where some homes still had dirt floors.
"Sis, is this… your place? This must cost at least ten million, right?" This time, he dared to guess high.
Given the size and lavishness of the house, he figured it had to be worth that much.
But once again, he was wrong.
Liu Yutong replied casually, "Not that much. Just a few million."
"Only a few million? That’s cheap!" The moment the words left his mouth, Liu Debao slapped himself.
Here he was, someone who couldn’t even afford a bathroom, calling a house like this "cheap."
His reaction was only because of the ten-million-dollar luxury car he’d seen earlier—that had left too deep an impression.
"Grandpa and Grandma are staying in the guest room on the first floor. Keep your voice down."
Liu Yutong then instructed, "Your room is the second one on the right upstairs. There’s a bathroom inside, and the heating works, so you won’t be cold when you shower. There’s food in the fridge downstairs—help yourself if you’re hungry. I’ll have someone pick you up tomorrow after you wake up."
She didn’t go into details for now. After a brief explanation, she left.
Once his cousin was gone, Liu Debao gradually relaxed. He grabbed something from the fridge to eat, then headed upstairs to wash up.
Just figuring out how to use the shower took him a while.
After his bath, he lay on the soft, oversized bed, staring at the extravagant decor around him. It all felt surreal.
Was this the home of a mafia boss?
If he weren’t certain he wasn’t dreaming, he’d never believe that his cousin, only a freshman in college, had already reached such heights.
Clearly, the underworld was the way to go.
Everything Liu Yutong had now far exceeded his imagination. And with all those black-suited men around her, he was even more convinced—his cousin was deep into the criminal world.
He often watched legal shows at night, so the fastest way to make money he could think of was…
The next day, at the headquarters of the Ten Thousand Dragons Society.
"Miss, should we look after Bao and find him something to do?"
"No. No one is to give him special treatment. Pass down my exact words—he’s my brother, but that doesn’t mean he gets privileges. If he’s capable, he’ll earn respect on his own."
"And let me make this clear: in the Ten Thousand Dragons Society, no one climbs the ranks just because of family ties. The only exception is if they have real ability. That’s the bottom line." Liu Yutong knew all too well the dangers of nepotism.
Besides, the Ten Thousand Dragons Society wasn’t the kind of place for family-run operations.
The employees here had a strong underworld mentality—they valued skill above all. Either you could fight, or you could make money, or you had some other useful talent.
In short, you had to be good at something, or no one would respect you.
And if your own people didn’t respect you, how could you get anything done?
"Understood." Ma Da couldn’t help but admire her.
This was the kind of leadership the young miss had—unlike other gangs, where the higher-ups were all relatives.
Take the East Sea Alliance, for example. It was basically controlled by the Zhao father-son duo and their relatives. No matter how skilled an outsider was, they’d never rise.
But the young miss was different. She didn’t care about blood ties—just like the late boss’s style.
Back when he was alive, the old boss had even told his men that if anyone thought they could lead better than him, he’d step aside.
Was this what they called bloodline inheritance?
Thinking of the East Sea Alliance—especially that Zhao Junjie—Ma Da reminded her, "Miss, the car has arrived."
He was referring to the red Ferrari convertible Liu Yutong had ordered, worth over five million. It was a limited-edition hardtop convertible, one of only a few hundred in the world.
Truthfully, no girl could resist a sports car.
Liu Yutong was no exception.
She had placed the order as soon as she got her driver’s license, and it had just arrived.
It would also serve a purpose—helping Yu Xin maintain her wealthy socialite persona.
"Give it to Yu Xin first. Later, she can use it to meet my hometown friend."
"Yes." Ma Da immediately arranged for the car and its keys to be delivered to Yu Xin.
Yu Xin had also gotten her license. In fact, most members of the Ten Thousand Dragons Society had theirs by now.
The organization owned dozens of cars, so if someone had been drinking and couldn’t drive, others could take over.
Getting a license was something they were all eager to do—Liu Yutong didn’t even have to push them. Most of the guys couldn’t wait to get behind the wheel.
A license meant a chance to drive, maybe even chauffeur the young miss in one of those luxury cars.
Compared to women, men had a deeper love for cars—especially high-end ones.
"Oh, and keep an eye on my hometown friend. If he shows up, notify me in advance."
"Also, tell Uncle Qi’s team to make some noise…"
Liu Yutong continued giving instructions.
The plan to deal with Zhao Yingjun was simple: have Qi Wei’s team focus on investigating the East Sea Alliance’s money-laundering operations, making as much commotion as possible—a classic bluff.
The tighter the scrutiny, the less they’d dare to move their funds back, forcing them to leave the money parked in that debt company.
Liu Yutong’s investigation had revealed that the East Sea Alliance typically laundered money every six months—doing it more often would raise suspicion.
This also meant their debt company was likely sitting on a huge pile of cash.
As long as that money stayed there, the Zhao father and son would grow desperate.
Add the police attention, and they’d start looking for alternative—and safer—ways to handle the funds.
That’s when Yu Xin, the "wealthy socialite," would make her move.
She’d pitch a startup project, claiming she needed investors. Then, through Liu Yutong’s connections, she’d "coincidentally" meet the legal representative of the debt company.
Once the information was passed along, they’d willingly pour their money into the shell company Liu Yutong had prepared.
This is it—this is pretty much a done deal.
