"President Ji, President Chu, welcome to our Ten Thousand Dragons Society as guests."
"As everyone knows, our Ten Thousand Dragons Society is a well-known enterprise in Bright Pearl City—a legitimate company."
"Legitimate company?"
"That's right. Every department in our company strictly follows the structure of a normal corporation."
"For example, the Punishment Hall, the Combat Hall..."
Before Ma Da could finish, Ji Zhe couldn't help but interrupt, "Wait, hold on. What did you just say?"
"Can we take a moment to process this?"
"Just now, Ma... Ma..."
"You can call me Hall Master Ma. If that’s too much of a mouthful, Brother Ma is fine too. It’s just a title, after all."
"......"
"We’re pretty sure we’re older than you," Ji Zhe and Chu Hai silently grumbled in their heads.
"Brother Ma, you just said the Ten Thousand Dragons Society is a legitimate company, right?"
"Then why are the department names so... uh..."
For a moment, they couldn’t quite find the right words.
"Extremely impressive and imposing, right? Just hearing them makes it clear we’re a highly disciplined, legitimate company!"
Ji Zhe and Chu Hai: "......"
Ma Da: "You two have a good eye, I must say. Spotting the highlights right away—no wonder you’re investors. Sharp as ever!"
Ji Zhe and Chu Hai: "......"
Ma Da: "Oh, by the way, the Punishment Hall is under my jurisdiction. Mainly handles talent promotions, screenings, and rooting out traitors... followed by disposal, of course."
"As for the Combat Hall, think of it as our corporate security force. Like a while back, our Combat Hall brothers successfully protected our employees... by calling in a few hundred guys to flatten the opposition..."
Ma Da went on and on about the Ten Thousand Dragons Society’s glorious exploits.
Of course, what he really wanted to convey was how outstanding their members’ work ethic was.
But to Ji Zhe and Chu Hai, the investors, it sounded like something else entirely.
The more they listened, the more horrified they became.
Ji Zhe couldn’t help blurting out, "This is just a gang, isn’t it..."
Ma Da immediately frowned in displeasure. "What part of this looks like a gang to you?"
Ji Zhe and Chu Hai instinctively glanced at the black-suited men patrolling the room, barely resisting the urge to say, "Literally everything!"
Sure, their own company employees also wore suits to work, and they’d never thought twice about it. But for some reason, in the Ten Thousand Dragons Society, the suits took on a whole different vibe.
Maybe it was because of the two banners hanging on the walls.
In their own companies, they were used to seeing motivational slogans about "wolf culture"—things like "Push yourself to the limit, fight until you move your own soul."
But here?
Only two slogans.
One read: "Betray the Ten Thousand Dragons Society, and you get three blades, six holes."
The other: "Be cautious, meticulous, bold—and know the law. Unify knowledge and action."
The first one was easy enough to understand.
But the second? Slightly out of place, to say the least.
The first three traits—"cautious, meticulous, bold"—made sense.
"Cautious" probably meant being careful during gang fights to avoid getting counter-killed.
"Meticulous" meant paying attention to details when... handling people.
"Bold" was self-explanatory—how could you survive the underworld without guts?
But the last two? That’s where they got lost.
What did "know the law" mean?
And "unify knowledge and action"?
"Brothers, I can tell right away—your mindset is problematic."
"Luckily, I’ll take you to where we pass down spiritual civilization and elevate professional standards. You’ll understand after seeing it."
Soon after, Ma Da led Ji Zhe and Chu Hai to the floor housing a law firm.
When they realized they’d arrived at a law office, they froze.
Were they about to be forced to sign contracts and transfer funds?
But when they saw the environment inside, their jaws dropped.
Aside from a few offices where lawyers seemed to be working, the entire floor had several multimedia classrooms.
At first, Ji Zhe and Chu Hai assumed these were for training—and they were right.
But the content of the training left them utterly stunned.
Coincidentally, a session was in progress.
They followed Ma Da and peeked through the window.
A lawyer was lecturing a group of very... street-smart individuals, who listened with rapt attention, the atmosphere buzzing with enthusiasm.
"Class, let’s analyze a real case. A medical student once stabbed someone over twenty times in a dispute but got a light sentence because every cut avoided vital organs..."
The lawyer demonstrated on an anatomical model, looking every bit the professional.
"See here—between the fourth and fifth rib, insert the blade at a 15-degree downward angle, no deeper than seven centimeters. That perfectly misses the lung apex and major blood vessels. Under forensic standards, wounds like this are usually classified as minor or moderate injuries..."
When the lawyer finished, an eager student raised his hand.
"Teacher, what if the target moves too much and the angle goes wrong? Does that count as negligence or intent?"
"Let me address angle control first. If any of you struggle with precision, consult your peers at the medical college next door. Their students are professionals—never hesitate to learn from experts."
"Got it, teacher. We’ll ask them."
"Good. Now, back to the question—if a mistake happens, your first priority is assessing whether emergency measures meet the criteria of self-defense or necessity, and how to frame your statement to reflect good faith and situational constraints..."
"Class, remember this: knowing the law isn’t about avoiding mistakes—it’s about knowing how to fix them afterward!"
"Oh, I get it! Like last time, one of our brothers almost got in trouble, but he said the other guy pulled a weapon first, so it was self-defense. He even called an ambulance. Walked away clean—that’s ‘unifying knowledge and action,’ right? Putting theory into practice!"
"Exactly! The essence of ‘unifying knowledge and action’ is seamlessly integrating legal expertise into field operations... That’s the professionalism we expect from Ten Thousand Dragons Society members!"
"Strive for this standard, everyone!"
Outside the window, Ji Zhe and Chu Hai’s jaws practically hit the floor.
Their minds reeled, their worldviews shattered beyond repair.
What in the actual... Since when did law firms operate like this?!
So-called understanding the law and practicing what you preach—does that mean they treat the Criminal Code as an operations manual and risk-avoidance guide when getting into fights with people?
Ma Da, seeing the stunned expressions on the two men’s faces, smugly leaned in, his face brimming with pride.
“Well, what do you think, boys? Eye-opening, huh?”
“Every single lawyer at our firm is a top-tier professional, especially our founder, the great attorney Zhao Tianyi. He’s specialized in criminal cases for years—never lost a single one!”
“And look at how passionate our brothers are about studying! Hahaha…”
Ji Zhe couldn’t help but say, “Brother Ma… are you sure you guys aren’t studying how to exploit legal loopholes? Or systematically learning how to, uh… refine your fighting techniques?”
Ma Da’s expression turned stern again. “Ji Zhe, listen to yourself—that’s such a narrow, negative way of looking at it! This is what we call preemptive risk management and crisis response planning, got it?!”
“The Wanlong Society is a legitimate enterprise. Every move we make stays within the legal framework—that’s how you ensure sustainable development, understand?!”
“And as for ‘dancing on the edge of the law’—no, no—we’re guided by the law, exploring more efficient, safer ways to operate. Making our problem-solving more ‘civilized’ and ‘professional.’ That’s innovation, keeping up with the times—got it?!”
“Listen, boys, no offense, but you investors need to think long-term, broaden your horizons!”
“You’ve got to recognize the enormous potential and cutting-edge nature of our company’s standardized, professional management!”
