Undercover?
An entire reinforced platoon of undercover agents?
Not only was Wang Shi stunned, but even the high-ranking members and elders of the Righteous Alliance present were left dumbfounded, their minds blank.
Is... this something a human could even pull off?
Scarface was the first to snap out of his shock.
With a swift slide—no, a kneel—he threw himself at Liu Yutong's feet, tears streaming down his face as he wailed, "Young Mistress, I’ve been waiting day and night for your arrival!"
"From the moment I first laid eyes on these brothers, I knew there was something extraordinary about them, each one radiating an imposing aura!"
"I thought to myself, these men are no ordinary fish in a pond—turns out they’re all your elite subordinates!"
"That’s why I’ve been secretly biding my time, waiting for this critical moment to abandon the darkness and pledge my loyalty to you, Young Mistress!"
"Young Mistress! You must believe me, my heart has always been with you! I saw right through Wang Shi’s treacherous nature—who would’ve thought he’d dare to assassinate Big Brother?! But now, after enduring humiliation, I’ve finally lived to see you, the true heir… no, the true Young Mistress, come to restore order!"
"Please accept my unwavering loyalty! I’ll be whatever you want—a man or a dog, woof woof!"
Liu Yutong: "..."
Everyone else: "..."
The elders and high-ranking members of the Righteous Alliance, still reeling from shock, watched Scarface’s shameless display with disgust, as if they’d just eaten something vile.
Damn, this guy has no shame at all!
Some of them had once admired Scarface as a tough guy, but it was all an act—this man had zero principles.
Where’s your dignity?! Huh?!
"Ahem… Young Mistress, we all support your return!"
"Yeah, yeah, Young Mistress! We’ve always been loyal to Boss Liu Lei and you!"
"Young Mistress, we too wish to turn over a new leaf!"
"..."
As the saying goes, "A wise man submits to circumstances." With Scarface setting the disgraceful precedent, they no longer hesitated, eagerly groveling to prove their loyalty.
What choice did they have? The assembly hall was now completely under Liu Yutong’s control. Even if they wanted to resist, they’d have to weigh their chances first.
Then, they turned their fury on Wang Shi.
"Young Mistress, my men have been longing for your return too!"
"That bastard Wang Shi has been lining his pockets for ages—I’ve had enough of him!"
"Young Mistress, Wang Shi once ate sh—"
"Young Mistress..."
They hurled accusations at Wang Shi, each one more outrageous than the last.
"ENOUGH!!!"
Wang Shi couldn’t take it anymore. His face twisted in fury as he pointed at them. "Look at yourselves! You call yourselves elders of the Righteous Alliance? Pathetic! Wagging your tails like dogs to please a woman—have you no shame?!"
"Is this how you run a syndicate?! The Righteous Alliance is doomed with people like you!"
After berating the elders, he glared up at the woman before him. "Liu Yutong, don’t celebrate too soon. Did you really think I wouldn’t have a backup plan?"
Just then, his phone rang.
Wang Shi immediately pulled it out. Yun Cheng moved to snatch it, but Liu Yutong stopped him.
"Let him answer."
Wang Shi answered the call and barked, "Are the men ready? Get here now! I want Liu Yutong dead!"
Silence.
Then, a woman’s voice came through the speaker.
"Looking for Brother Pao? Sorry, you won’t be seeing him. I’ve already arranged for them to be sent somewhere safe."
Wang Shi: "..."
"Who are you?"
"My name’s Yu Xin. Yutong-jie is with you, right? Ask her."
Click. The call ended.
Yun Cheng sneered. "Wang Shi, while you were busy electrocuting people, we already took care of all your backup."
Wang Shi stared at Liu Yutong in disbelief.
What the hell are you, some kind of monster?
His contingency plan had been known to no one but himself. To ensure secrecy, Zhao Tianxing had even recruited outsiders—complete strangers.
Yet they’d been neutralized before they could act.
Truth be told, ever since Liu Yutong exposed his assassination of the boss, he’d been shaken to the core.
The hit on Pan Xing had been meticulously planned. He’d never shown his face, relying only on his most trusted subordinate to liaise with the assassin.
It should’ve been flawless—so how did Liu Yutong know?
No matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn’t figure out where he’d slipped up.
And then there was the reinforced platoon she’d infiltrated into the Azure Dragon Hall. That was even more terrifying.
Planting one mole was hard enough to detect, but an entire platoon slipping in unnoticed? Absurd!
Finally, his alliance with Zhao Tianxing—something so critical he’d never breathe a word of it to outsiders. Zhao Tianxing had even boasted about securing a hundred men from Master Jiu down in Great Southern City.
Yet they’d been wiped out before they could even make a move.
The more Wang Shi thought about it, the colder his blood ran. His phone slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor.
"You… what the hell are you?"
"How do you know everything?"
"This can’t be! It’s impossible! Did you bug me or something?!"
The elders, who’d been scrambling to pledge loyalty moments ago, now fell into uneasy silence.
Now that they thought about it…
Wang Shi’s preparations had been thorough, yet Liu Yutong dismantled them effortlessly.
And those white-clad youths from the Azure Dragon Hall—many of them looked familiar.
So Liu Yutong had been laying the groundwork long ago, just waiting for Wang Shi to expose himself today?
Shiver.
What kind of scheming mind was this? What kind of foresight?
Or could she actually predict the future?
An indescribable dread crept into the hearts of every Righteous Alliance leader present.
This woman… was terrifying.
Then, Liu Yutong moved.
She didn’t spare another glance at the broken Wang Shi kneeling on the floor, nor did she acknowledge the elders’ shifting expressions.
Instead, she walked straight toward the center of the hall—toward the seat that symbolized the Righteous Alliance’s supreme authority.
The Dragon Throne.
"She’s really going to take that seat!" The thought exploded in everyone’s minds.
All eyes followed her as she strode toward the heart of the syndicate’s power.
That seat—they had all coveted it, dreamed of sitting upon it themselves.
But now, watching this young woman approach it, they felt no envy. Only fear. And an inexplicable urge to submit.
That seat had always belonged to her.
Liu Yutong reached the Dragon Throne.
The assembly hall was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Every heart pounded in their throats as they waited for her to sit.
Yet Liu Yutong didn’t.
She turned slowly, her calm gaze sweeping over every face below.
Wherever her eyes landed, people instinctively lowered theirs, unable to meet her stare.
Then, her cool, measured voice rang out.
"Now, it's time to have a serious discussion about the future of the Yilian Society."
