The most terrifying thing is when the air suddenly goes dead silent!
The atmosphere in the vast office was suffocating, like the eerie calm before a storm, making it hard to breathe.
Lan Die's icy voice cut through the silence, laced with a hint of mockery.
"Master Jiu, it seems your subordinates really care about you—showing up so promptly."
Master Jiu's face turned ashen as he roared in fury, "Get out! All of you, get the hell out!"
"Y-yes... boss!" The employees who had barged in snapped out of their daze, scrambling backward in panic, some even tripping over each other in their haste.
"Go, go! Move it! Everyone out!"
Once the room was finally empty, Master Jiu turned back to Lan Die, ready to speak—only to be interrupted again by a thunderous crash.
The heavy solid wood door collapsed inward as if struck by a battering ram.
The same group of waiters and security guards who had just left came flying back in—literally.
"Are you all fucking asking for death?!" Master Jiu's rage intensified, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.
But when he turned his head, he saw a chubby young man swaggering in with a few others in tow.
Among them was the white-haired kid he'd been looking for.
"Hope we're not interrupting?" Ma Da said with a carefree smirk.
"Oh, and just to clarify—this wasn't us. Your guys here ran into my buddy and got bounced back. Just saying."
Ma Da's first move was to distance himself from the mess, pointing at Ji Yu behind him.
Ji Yu nodded earnestly, his face the picture of innocence. "Yeah, they crashed into me. I just gave them a little nudge."
He even mimed the motion, as if to emphasize how gentle it had been.
Master Jiu stared at the wrecked door and the groaning men on the floor, his eye twitching. A little nudge?
Since when does a "little nudge" hit like a cannonball?
Even Lan Die, the usually frosty girl, showed a rare flicker of surprise in her eyes.
This was her first time witnessing such raw, unbridled violence—a brutal kind of artistry that defied logic.
"Who the hell are you people? What do you want?" Master Jiu demanded, barely containing his fury.
Ma Da shrugged. "Nothing much. Just here to collect someone."
Master Jiu: "Who?"
Hua Muying immediately pointed at Lan Die. "Her! I'm taking her with me!"
Master Jiu whirled toward Lan Die, sneering. "Lan Die, you said you didn’t know them. Yet this kid’s brought backup to rescue you."
Lan Die replied coldly, "I don’t know him. And I’m not going anywhere."
Hua Muying panicked. "Lan Die, you can’t stay here! Come with me!"
Master Jiu suddenly burst into manic laughter. "You think this is some kind of joke? You can just waltz in and out whenever you please?"
"Listen up—it’s too late! None of you are leaving here alive tonight!"
He snatched his phone and made a call.
"Paozi, rally the troops! Get every last man over here, now!"
On the other end, Brother Pao panted heavily. "Boss, we can’t right now. The cops are chasing our two hundred guys."
Master Jiu froze. "What? How?"
"Some bastard called in a fake report saying we raped an old sow, and the cops came down on us!" Brother Pao’s voice was thick with rage and humiliation.
Who the hell has tastes that disgusting?!
That wasn’t even the worst part. The real issue was that they’d all been armed and gathered in one place—exactly the kind of situation that would draw police scrutiny. Now they were running for their lives.
"Boss, hang tight! We’ll shake the cops and get back to you!" With that, Brother Pao hung up.
Master Jiu: "..."
The dial tone echoed in his ear as his expression cycled through disbelief, fury, and dread.
Slowly, he looked up at Ji Yu, who was advancing with menace in his eyes.
Master Jiu forced a shaky smile. "Uh... can I take back what I just said?"
Ji Yu’s massive palm was his answer.
Moments later...
Master Jiu lived up to his nickname—now as bald as a vulture, his head polished to a mirror shine.
Ma Da was stunned. He’d never seen Ji Yu pull off this particular trick before.
True·Physical Tonsure!
Swift, precise, and devastatingly effective.
In mere seconds, the man had been reduced to a gleaming egg.
But now wasn’t the time to marvel at Ji Yu’s skills.
"Take her and go!"
Ma Da barked the order, and one of his black-clad underlings moved to forcibly escort Lan Die.
Lan Die, however, had no intention of cooperating. A hidden dagger slid into her grip, ready to strike.
Ma Da noticed and warned, "I wouldn’t try anything if I were you. Unless you want my buddy to give you the same treatment."
Lan Die stiffened.
Her gaze flicked to Ji Yu’s monstrous frame and Master Jiu’s pitifully bald head. A trace of fear flashed in her icy eyes.
She knew she stood no chance against this brute.
Resigned, she flicked her wrist—the dagger clattered to the floor.
"Move out!" Ma Da signaled, then shouted at Ji Yu, who was still admiring his handiwork.
"Enough playing around! Let’s go!"
Ji Yu reluctantly tore himself away from his "masterpiece," muttering, "Just one more..."
But he obeyed, abandoning the last potential "egg" and following the group out.
As they stepped into the hallway, a voice crackled over Ma Da’s walkie-talkie.
"The boss’s life is in danger! Don’t let those bastards escape! Brother Pao’s men are almost here!"
Ma Da raised an eyebrow. They were regrouping faster than expected.
After a moment’s thought, he keyed the mic and said, "Bad news! They’re running—out the back! Tell Brother Pao to cut them off there!"
The response came immediately.
"Copy that!"
"Roger, over!"
"..."
Meanwhile, at the club’s entrance...
Two guards stood watch over a black SUV, smirking in satisfaction.
They knew Brother Pao was on his way back—those arrogant intruders were about to get what they deserved.
"I slashed the tires. They ain’t driving anywhere now."
"Hahaha—"
Just then, chaotic footsteps and shouts erupted from the street corner.
Brother Pao and his men came into view, looking worse for wear.
The guards waved excitedly. "Brother Pao! Their car’s right here! We’ve got it locked down!"
But instead of approaching, Brother Pao suddenly veered off, leading his men in the opposite direction.
The guards: "???"
What the—?
Before they could process this, two massive hands clamped down on their shoulders from behind.
"I told you to watch the car. Where’s the tire pressure?"
The guards trembled as they turned. "B-bro, we messed up! Have mercy!"
Ma Da wasn’t angry at all—in fact, his tone was quite gentle: "As long as you admit your mistakes, it’s fine. Isn’t there a saying? ‘To know one’s faults and correct them is the greatest virtue.’ Now, go ahead and fix it."
And then...
The two security guards knelt in front of the tire, taking turns blowing into it, one after the other, until their eyes nearly bulged out and foam gathered at their mouths. Only then did Ma Da leisurely pull out a portable air pump from the car.
After refilling the tire, he drove off.
Just as he reached the intersection, Brother Pao came charging out of a nearby alley with a group of men, panting heavily. Their paths crossed for a brief moment as the cars passed each other.
Brother Pao immediately spotted the white-haired kid in the car and completely lost it.
"It’s those damn Wanlong Hui bastards! After them!"
"Get the cars over here now! Chase them down! Hunt them to the ends of the earth if you have to—I want them dead!"
