"Mis...Miss Liu?!!!"
The villagers were stunned, some even doubting their own ears.
"Did...did I hear that right? Those men in black just called Liu's girl 'Miss Liu'?"
"Could it be that the Liu family has some powerful relatives in the city, and she just got recognized by them?"
"Old Liu hid this way too well!"
"I knew it! Ever since Miss Liu came back for the New Year, her whole aura changed!"
"What do you think these people are?"
"This scene is even scarier than the gangsters in TV dramas. Did Miss Liu get mixed up with the wrong crowd?"
"No wonder she suddenly became so rich..."
Wang Degui himself was frozen in place.
The smug grin and triumphant expression on his face completely shattered the moment the words "Miss Liu" were uttered.
In its place was an indescribable mix of terror and disbelief.
How could this girl be connected to these underworld figures, let alone be called "Miss Liu"?
He knew the Liu family’s background inside out—hadn’t they been in the village for decades? He even knew where their ancestors were buried!
This had to be fake! Fake!
A movie set—yes, that must be it!
Wang Degui clung to this last shred of hope, shouting at the men in black,
"You…you’re here filming, right? Did Liu’s girl hire you? How much did she pay? I’ll double it! No—triple! Triple!"
Yun Cheng and the hundred or so black-clad men ignored his frantic ramblings, their gazes fixed respectfully on Miss Liu Yutong.
The reverence in their posture was more convincing than any words—this was no act.
Liu Yutong looked at them, touched but also slightly exasperated. "Why did you come? You could’ve at least told me beforehand."
Ma Da scratched his head sheepishly. "Heh…Miss Liu, it’s the New Year! Everyone missed you, so we thought we’d come together to wish you an early happy New Year! Give you a surprise!"
Yun Cheng turned slightly, his sharp eyes sweeping over Wang Degui and his men. "Miss Liu, were they trying to lay hands on you just now?"
The moment those words were spoken—
Whoosh!
The men who had just greeted her sprang into action, surrounding the Wang family like a dark tide.
In unison, they drew pitch-black batons, pointing them straight at Wang Degui and his kin.
The atmosphere instantly turned deadly.
This was the stark difference between a trained force and a ragtag mob.
Normally, outsiders rarely dared to cause trouble in the village—just look at Jin Xiangming.
But when these villagers faced the might of the Wanlong Society, the tables turned completely.
A powerful dragon could indeed crush a local snake!
"Oh god!!"
One of the Wang family youths, who had been ready to follow Wang Degui’s lead, took one look at the sea of intimidating men in black and promptly wet his pants.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
One by one, they dropped to their knees.
No one dared to fight back.
They’d seen movies—their petty village squabbles were nothing compared to the ruthlessness of real underworld enforcers.
And these men looked even more menacing than the ones on screen, outnumbering them by far.
So they surrendered without a struggle.
Only Wang Degui remained standing.
Not out of courage or defiance—but because he knew Miss Liu, or rather, this "Miss Liu," wouldn’t spare him anyway.
Better to die on his feet than beg like a dog?
No. He was simply paralyzed by fear, his legs leaden, unable to move or bend.
Now he finally understood why Jin Xiangming had been so deferential to Liu Yutong.
The answer was clear: Miss Liu was even more formidable than Wushui County’s so-called "Master Jin."
"Miss Liu, we were wrong! Please, have mercy—let us go!"
"We’ll leave right now, we won’t trouble you anymore!"
"Wang Degui, you’ve doomed our whole clan!"
"Miss Liu, we support you! Wang Degui doesn’t deserve to be village chief—we’ll back you in kicking him out!"
The villagers watching from a distance whispered among themselves, their voices tinged with fear.
"The Wang family’s done for."
"Who’d have thought Old Liu’s granddaughter would turn out so...connected?"
"Shh…keep it down, don’t let them hear."
"Yeah, quieter."
"What do you think they’ll do to the Wangs?"
"Probably chop ’em up and toss ’em in a ditch."
"No way?"
"Why not? I’ve seen it myself—these gangsters are ruthless. Someone once treated their boss to a meal, thinking they had ties, but the boss just hacked him to pieces with an axe!"
"Yikes…that’s brutal."
"Wait, where’d you see that?"
"In a movie."
"Get lost!"
Ma Da then pulled out his command tool—a high-powered megaphone—from a car trunk and announced to the onlookers:
"Uncles, aunties, grandpas, grandmas, brothers, and sisters—no need to be scared! Come closer if you want to watch. We’re law-abiding citizens—we’d never harm anyone!"
The villagers: "..."
Not a single person stepped forward. Instead, they retreated further, some even locking themselves inside and peeking through windows.
Ma Da took this as politeness, assuming they didn’t want to crowd the area.
He sighed admiringly. "Country folks are so considerate—they don’t want to disturb us."
"Wrap it up quick—don’t ruin Miss Liu’s New Year."
"Yes, sir!"
"Drag them all away. Standard procedure—make sure they cough up what’s owed."
The black-clad men swarmed in like wolves.
Soon, near the haystacks outside the Liu family’s yard, screams even more bloodcurdling than those from Jin Xiangming’s earlier visit echoed through the village.
