"Assassinate the boss?"
In an instant, all eyes turned to Wang Shi, each pair filled with shock.
Logically, Liu Yutong was still an outsider in their eyes, and hearing such an accusation from her shouldn’t have provoked such a strong reaction.
Yet, Liu Yutong exuded a unique aura—an innate sense of trustworthiness, as if she were someone who never lied.
This wasn’t something that could be faked. Typically, only those who had long upheld their word, wielded formidable power, and held high positions could cultivate such a convincing presence.
"Wang Shi, is what Miss Liu said true?"
"Assassinate the boss? Wang Shi, have you lost your damn mind? Do you even realize the weight of that charge?!"
"Hall Master Wang, explain yourself! Miss Liu doesn’t strike me as someone who speaks without basis!"
"Wang Shi, Boss Pan treated you well, didn’t he? He even pushed for you to become the White Tiger Hall’s leader despite opposition. If this accusation is proven true, you know what awaits you!"
"......"
Wang Shi’s facial muscles twitched violently, a flicker of panic flashing in his eyes before he quickly masked it. Then, he erupted in fury. "Liu Yutong, what the hell are you spouting?!"
"I’ve been loyal to the syndicate to the bone—heaven and earth can bear witness! Meanwhile, you, an outsider, waltz in here and start slinging baseless accusations, sowing discord?!"
"You’ve got a death wish! If you’re after power, at least use some decent tactics! Where’s your proof? Without evidence, I’ll make sure you don’t leave this room alive today!"
Wu Rong frowned deeply, turning to Liu Yutong. "Young Miss, as much as I’d like to see you return to the Yi Lian Syndicate, you can’t just accuse one of our hall masters of assassinating the boss without proof. The charge is too grave to throw around lightly."
Though he, too, sensed Liu Yutong wasn’t lying, as a hall master and elder of the syndicate, he had to maintain some semblance of order.
"That’s right, Miss Liu, do you have evidence?"
"Young Miss, if you’ve got proof, show it. If this is true, I’ll be the first to take Wang Shi down!"
"......"
The way people addressed Liu Yutong varied.
Those who called her "Miss Liu" or by her full name were essentially against her reclaiming her place.
Those who called her "Young Miss" were inclined to support her, their words carrying a subtle bias in her favor.
Facing the barrage of questions, Liu Yutong simply shook her head calmly. "I don’t have evidence."
The moment those words left her mouth, the room erupted in disbelief.
"What? No evidence?!"
"Young Miss, you—"
"Damn it, are you messing with us?!"
Nearly everyone was furious, feeling they’d been played for fools by this brazen girl.
Wang Shi froze briefly before slamming his palm on the table. "You all heard that, didn’t you? This is the ‘Young Miss’ you want to recognize—someone who slanders a hall master without a shred of proof! And you still support her?!"
"Hall Master Wu, what do you have to say now?!" He pointed the accusation squarely at Wu Rong.
Wu Rong’s expression darkened. "Miss Liu, this isn’t appropriate. Don’t you owe us an explanation?"
Accusing someone without evidence—was she mocking the Yi Lian Syndicate’s leadership, or did she simply not respect them at all?
Yet, Liu Yutong’s next words struck them as even more outrageous and incomprehensible than before.
"Does evidence even matter?"
"If I say Wang Shi did it, that’s enough."
Liu Yutong was telling the truth. She had no evidence, but she knew it was Wang Shi.
This had happened in her past life, though it wasn’t exposed until much later when Wang Shi was finally caught.
The recent ambush on Pan Xing, which nearly killed him, had taken her by surprise—it had happened far earlier than she remembered.
But she’d quickly pieced together the culprit and shared her suspicions with Qi Wei.
By now, she was confident Qi Wei had uncovered proof.
In normal criminal investigations, the hardest part was identifying the perpetrator. Once the target was clear, gathering evidence became far easier—tracking Wang Shi’s subordinates, reviewing surveillance footage, questioning witnesses—something would turn up.
By her estimate, it was about time to close the net.
The crowd’s reaction to Liu Yutong’s words: ???
Even the elders who had initially supported her couldn’t take it anymore.
"This is too arrogant! Too audacious!"
"This is the Yi Lian Syndicate, not your Wan Long Society! How can you make such claims without evidence?!"
"Young Miss, you—"
"......"
The room erupted in condemnation, some even hurling insults, the language growing increasingly crude.
"Shut your mouths!"
Yun Cheng stepped forward, his icy gaze sweeping across the room. His overwhelming presence instantly silenced the uproar.
Once quiet settled, he spoke again. "What the Young Miss says goes. No one questions her. That’s her rule."
The sheer audacity of it!
Wang Shi, snapping out of his daze, laughed. "Yun Cheng! Are you drunk? Open your eyes—this is the Yi Lian Syndicate! Not some place you can run wild!"
"Now I see it. You came here looking for trouble! Fine, then none of you are leaving!"
Only then did he remember his overwhelming numerical advantage. The men in white suits outside were all his.
Liu Yutong had walked right into his trap—perfect for settling old and new grudges at once!
The moment he finished speaking, the white-suited subordinates stormed in, about thirty strong, lining up behind Wang Shi.
With numbers on his side, Wang Shi grew even bolder, his arrogance peaking.
"Liu Yutong, you had a path to heaven but chose hell. You brought just two traitors to stir trouble in the Yi Lian Syndicate? Don’t blame me for being ruthless!"
"Get them!"
A vicious grin spread across Wang Shi’s face, as if he could already see Liu Yutong subdued and humiliated under his heel.
Yet, at that critical moment—
Everything changed.
The white-suited youths didn’t charge at Liu Yutong as ordered.
Instead, the lead short-haired young man halted just steps away, then spun abruptly and delivered a brutal kick!
A dull thud echoed.
Wang Shi’s grin froze. Then, searing pain shot through his knee as he crashed to the floor, landing in a humiliating kneel before Liu Yutong.
The elders and high-ranking members stared in stunned silence.
Simultaneously, the dozens of white-suited youths bowed deeply to Liu Yutong in unison.
"Young Miss!" x dozens.
The council hall fell into dead silence in an instant, as if even the sound of breathing had vanished.
What’s going on? What just happened?
Why are the Azure Dragon Hall members calling Liu Yutong "Young Miss"?
Everything that unfolded in the council today had been a rollercoaster of twists and turns—utterly explosive.
First, an elder stepped forward only to be taken down by Jiang Bing. Then Jiang Bing was backstabbed by Wang Shi, and now Wang Shi himself had been outmaneuvered by Liu Yutong in a masterstroke...
Truly, before one wave settles, another rises.
Hong Jiao, in particular, was stunned. As Wang Shi’s inside informant, she hadn’t detected even a hint that the Azure Dragon Hall would betray them.
A sharp sense of crisis immediately engulfed her—the situation had spiraled completely out of control. If she didn’t escape now, it might be too late.
Wang Shi, suddenly betrayed by his "own people," struggled furiously and cursed, "Traitors! A bunch of damn traitors!"
"Liu Yutong, you scheming witch! I never thought you’d already bought off the Azure Dragon Hall. How underhanded!"
"Now, now, don’t go throwing accusations," Yun Cheng corrected him. "We never bribed anyone from your Loyalty Union. These are all our own brothers."
Wang Shi froze. "Your own brothers? What do you mean?"
Then he took another look at the nearly hundred white-clad young men inside and outside the room, and realization slowly dawned on him—he nearly spat blood in fury.
Damn it! This is too much!
Who the hell sends an entire platoon of undercover agents?!
