Liu Yutong and her companion had a confrontation with Sun Feiyang, the so-called deputy general manager of an entertainment company. This scene was not only witnessed by Su Qing and her group but also by two assassins who had been lying in wait for some time.
The night market street was bustling with people, making it difficult to act directly.
Sun Feiyang's appearance happened to provide them with an opportunity—a plausible pretext to take action.
Even if something went wrong later, this unlucky guy could be made the scapegoat.
The reasoning would be that it was a clash between two conflicting parties, making it hard to suspect they were professional assassins.
Even if caught, as long as they insisted Sun Feiyang was the mastermind—claiming he had hired them to teach Lin Muyang and the others a lesson—they would at most be considered accomplices, resulting in lighter sentences.
So, when Sun Feiyang left in a sorry state, one of the two assassins quietly followed him.
Their original plan was this: If Sun Feiyang had any backbone, he would immediately call for backup to seek revenge.
At that point, they could blend in with the thugs and strike their target precisely amid the chaos.
If Sun Feiyang turned out to be a coward and didn’t dare call for reinforcements, they would patiently wait for Liu Yutong and the others to leave the night market, then strike when they reached a less crowded area.
Sun Feiyang did not disappoint them. The moment he reached the intersection, he made a call to summon help.
Though not a local of Bright Pearl City, he had been there long enough to establish connections.
Given his frequent visits to nightclubs, high-end clubs, and bars, he had naturally befriended some well-connected underworld figures.
To him, rounding up a few thugs to teach a couple of arrogant youngsters a lesson was as simple as making a phone call.
This was also why he didn’t recognize Lin Muyang—Bright Pearl City’s top young master—as he hadn’t had the chance to move in those circles yet.
Before long, Sun Feiyang proved efficient. He somehow managed to gather over a dozen flashily dressed, rough-looking gangsters.
Led by a man with a neck tattoo, the group exchanged a few words with Sun Feiyang before heading straight for the night market street.
Just then, Sun Feiyang’s phone rang.
The person on the other end seemed to be urging him to hurry over, saying the investors were about to arrive.
Though Sun Feiyang desperately wanted to witness—and even humiliate—the guy who had hit him, he had no choice but to leave.
The investors were clearly more important, as this meeting could determine whether he climbed higher in the company.
After weighing his options, he decided to let the tattooed man—nicknamed "Eraser"—lead the group to deal with the guy who had struck him earlier.
Sun Feiyang’s sudden departure didn’t bother the two assassins much. The outcome would be the same either way.
No matter what, he was destined to take the fall.
They then seized the opportunity to blend in with the gangsters, subtly merging into the crowd.
However, their discreet movements didn’t escape the watchful eyes of the Wanlong Society’s spies.
With hundreds of eyes scanning the area, anyone with ill intentions would find it nearly impossible to evade detection.
Eraser, true to his nature, made no effort to be discreet. He swaggered up to Liu Yutong with his gang in tow.
The moment he laid eyes on her, his expression brightened.
What a stunning girl!
No wonder Sun Feiyang couldn’t stop thinking about her.
But when his gaze shifted to Lin Muyang, he froze, rubbed his eyes, and wondered if he was seeing things.
After confirming he wasn’t mistaken, his arrogant demeanor instantly turned obsequious.
"Young Master Lin! What brings you here?"
Clearly, he had better judgment than Sun Feiyang, recognizing Lin Muyang at a glance.
Lin Muyang found the man somewhat familiar but couldn’t recall his name—hardly surprising, given how insignificant he was.
Still, since he seemed to know him, Lin Muyang dismissed the possibility of him being an assassin.
Casually blowing on his freshly painted red nails, Lin Muyang asked, "Who do you work for? Did you bring these people to cause trouble for me?"
"No, no, no! We wouldn’t dare!"
Eraser hastily introduced himself, "My boss is Liao Dapao from the East District. He’s even shared a drink with you before! My nickname’s Eraser—just call me Little Er, Young Master Lin!"
"Er?"
"Yes, yes! Er—wait, no, I mean Little Er, Little Er!"
"Whatever. What’s the meaning of this? Did that bastard Sun send you?"
Eraser looked like he was about to cry. "A misunderstanding, Young Master Lin! If I’d known you were here, I wouldn’t have dared come even if you gave me a hundred lives!"
"That Sun bastard tricked me! He didn’t tell me it was you—just said some punk was causing trouble. If I’d known, I’d have beaten him up myself to avenge you!"
The more he thought about it, the angrier—and more terrified—he became.
Who was Lin Muyang? The crown prince of Bright Pearl City’s underworld!
Very few dared cross him, and yet here he was, standing right in front of him.
He cursed Sun Feiyang’s ancestors eighteen generations back—no, he wanted to dig them all up and scatter their ashes!
To put it bluntly, one word from Lin Muyang could make someone like him vanish without a trace.
How could he not be terrified?
No matter what, he had to resolve this misunderstanding today.
Gritting his teeth, he forced a smile.
"Young Master Lin, I sincerely apologize for disturbing you and this esteemed lady. As an apology, I’d like to offer you both a special gift!"
As he spoke, he instinctively reached behind him.
Though it pained him—he had gone through great lengths to obtain that item (well, "purchased" it)—he had no choice but to use it now to appease Lin Muyang’s anger.
One of his underlings, hearing his words, immediately placed something in his outstretched hand.
The moment Eraser gripped it, he froze.
Something felt off.
The object was cold, heavy, and unmistakably metallic.
When he looked down, his mind went blank, and he nearly fainted on the spot.
Where the hell was his pigeon-egg-sized raw diamond?!
And who the hell had slipped a knife into his hand?!
There, in his palm, was a gleaming, razor-sharp machete.
Lin Muyang recoiled in alarm, quickly putting distance between them, his expression turning icy.
"You’ve got some nerve, you bastard! Is this how you apologize? Planning to chop me up?!"
"You must have a death wish!"
Eraser’s face turned ashen. "No, Young Master Lin! This is a mistake! I don’t know which idiot handed me this knife! I—"
Before he could finish, a voice from the crowd of underlings suddenly shouted:
"Fuck this! This asshole’s attacking Eraser! Cut him down!"
The yell was loud enough to trigger an immediate reaction.
The others instinctively drew their weapons and charged forward.
"Slash him!"
"Kill that pretty boy!"
"Protect Eraser!"
"Eraser said 100,000 for whoever takes him out!"
