Brother Pao and his crew turned green at the words.
So the tweezers they were each handed were meant for this?
Plucking hair?
This was the so-called "grand gift" they’d been promised?
Sorry, but this was one gift they really couldn’t stomach!
Just imagining every single hair on their bodies being plucked—especially certain sensitive areas—sent a collective shiver down their spines, their skin prickling with dread.
Damn, these two women were downright vicious!
No wonder they said hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. What kind of twisted mind even comes up with this kind of torture?
Take them, for instance—seasoned street toughs who’d rather throw hands than waste words. They’d never stoop to such sadistic tricks.
No wonder the boss warned them to be careful with the leader of the Ten Thousand Dragons Society being a woman. These bitches were rotten to the core!
"I love watching people pluck wool. Hurry it up!" Li Xiaohui urged.
At the same time, the twenty-plus Ten Thousand Dragons Society members narrowed their eyes, forcing Brother Pao and his four companions to retreat toward the edge of a massive water-filled pit at the construction site.
Since the site had been inactive, the foundation pit had filled with water.
And with the freezing temperatures, a thin layer of ice had formed on the surface. Falling in would be an explosively refreshing experience.
Exchanging despairing glances, Brother Pao and his men had no choice but to steel themselves and start plucking each other’s hair with the tweezers.
..............
About half an hour later.
A clamor of footsteps suddenly echoed from outside the construction site.
Then, a horde of street thugs with rainbow-colored hair stormed in.
"Brother Pao! The boys are here!"
"Which blind bastard dared lay a finger on our Brother Pao?"
"Fuckin’ hell! Where are they?!"
"........"
The gangsters, who’d rushed over from Great South City, barely stepped onto the site when something flashed in their eyes, nearly blinding them.
When their vision cleared, their jaws dropped.
Right by the water pit stood five shirtless men with gleaming, freshly shaved heads.
The sunlight reflected off their domes like five giant meatballs freshly fished out of an oil vat—glaringly eye-catching, to say the least.
But the real kicker?
These five baldies were tremblingly plucking the last few strands of hair from each other’s armpits with tiny tweezers.
Every pluck was punctuated by a sharp hiss of pain.
Their faces were twisted in agony, yet also eerily numb.
Li Xiaohui stood in front of them, arms crossed like a foreman.
Every now and then, she’d point at one of them and say, "Ew, this guy’s got two black hairs left in his belly button. Pluck ‘em!"
Another bloodcurdling scream followed.
By now, Brother Pao and his crew were completely hairless on top and underarms, with only the final stage left—pants off for the leg hair.
Li Xiaohui decided she’d had enough and waved her hand. "Alright, alright, stop! No more plucking!"
She had no desire to witness a bunch of grown men stripping on the spot. That mental image was too cursed—she might get an eye infection just from looking.
But this? This was perfect.
Five shiny meatballs—very perfect!
The scene left Brother Pao’s reinforcements utterly dumbstruck.
For a moment, they stood frozen, unsure what to do.
Rescue Brother Pao?
But judging by his expression, he seemed… kinda into it?
Would barging in ruin the vibe?
Brother Pao finally noticed his stunned underlings just standing there like idiots. His blood boiled.
You bastards, you’re just gonna watch the show?!
"What the hell are you waiting for?! Get over here and save me!!!" Brother Pao roared.
The eighty-odd thugs at the entrance snapped out of it, raising their weapons and charging forward with battle cries.
"Brother Pao!"
"Brother Pao, hang in there!"
"Brother Pao, you okay?!"
"........."
Brother Pao pointed furiously at his bare scalp. "Are you blind?! Do I look okay?! Kill these Ten Thousand Dragons Society dogs!!!"
The Great South City gangsters didn’t hesitate. They surged forward, weapons raised, ready to tear into the black-clad enemies.
"Brothers, avenge Brother Pao! Waste ‘em!"
"Charge!"
"..."
But after just a few steps, something felt off.
"Wait, what the—?!"
"Ahhh!!"
"Thud! Thud!"
"W-what the hell?!"
"What’s happening?!"
"I barely touched his shoulder, and he just collapsed?!"
"Same here! I reached out, and this dude just flopped? Even added sound effects?!"
"Quit fakin’! Get up and fight!!"
But the fallen black-clad men ignored them, fully committed to their performance.
"Aiyo… my elbow… my kneecap… my spine… all shattered!"
"Aghhh—! These street guys know kung fu!"
"I’m done for! My organs are rearranged! This is some next-level martial arts!"
"Help! My ribs are powder! That had to be the legendary ‘Mountain-Piercing Strike’!"
"……"
The Great South City thugs had never seen anything like this. They stood bewildered, completely lost.
They weren’t greenhorns—they’d brawled plenty back in their turf.
But this? This was beyond bizarre. These guys were the definition of fragile.
"Are they faking injuries? Since when do gangsters pull this stunt?!"
"Hey, Ten Thousand Dragons Society, got any shame? Fight properly or don’t fight at all!"
"Damn, they look all tough in their black outfits, even got that badass logo… but they’re just a bunch of cowards!"
"Exactly! Man up and throw down for real!"
Just as they were jeering—
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A thunderous, perfectly synchronized march erupted from the construction site’s entrance, rolling in like a storm.
The sound carried an overwhelming pressure, growing louder, as if the very ground trembled beneath their feet.
The Great South City gangsters turned toward the noise, uneasy.
"W-what’s that sound?"
"E-earthquake?"
The rusted, open gates of the site suddenly darkened as if swallowed by an enormous shadow.
Then, an inky, impenetrable "cloud" surged forward.
And this wasn’t a metaphor.
Over three hundred figures in identical black suits, wielding expandable batons, flooded the construction site like a tidal wave of darkness.
Each chest bore the same majestic dragon emblem—the Ten Thousand Dragons Society’s insignia.
True "dark clouds" had descended.
The pressure was suffocating.
"What the... what the hell is this?!" one of the thugs gulped, his teeth chattering.
The others weren’t faring much better, their legs trembling beneath them.
Brother Pao held up relatively well—after all, he was a seasoned gang leader who had earned his stripes.
Song Hui, however, proved less resilient—his pants were already damp with fear.
He had suspected that Wanlong Supermarket might have ties to the Wanlong Society, and he’d even considered that the Wanlong Society might be deeply entrenched in the underworld.
But never in his wildest dreams had he imagined it would be this extreme.
The sheer scale, the overwhelming presence—it was like the most exaggerated gangster scene from a movie had been ripped straight from the screen and thrust into reality.
The twenty-something Wanlong Society members, who had been lying on the ground moments ago, grievously wounded, now rose leisurely as if nothing had happened, dusting off their clothes before fixing the South City thugs with mocking stares.
Yu Xin, regal as a queen, stepped to the forefront of this black tide. Facing the pale-faced gang from South City, she spread her slender arms in a welcoming gesture.
"Welcome, everyone... to Bright Pearl City!!!"
