After assessing the situation, Ma Da had a pretty good idea—someone must have sent these three traffic light-haired troublemakers to stir up trouble. And without a doubt, the prime suspect was their old acquaintance, Deng Zheyan, the owner of the rival Yanwang Internet Cafe across the street.
It was unclear whether Ma Da genuinely admired Lin Tao, the notorious "Old Six" for his impressive brawl record, but while Li Xiaohui was interrogating the trio, he suddenly turned to Lin Tao and asked, "Hey, Old Six, what do you think we should do with them?"
Lin Tao was taken aback. "You're asking me, Brother Ma?"
Ma Da nodded. "Yeah, go ahead. Just say what you think."
Lin Tao glanced around the private room and the crowd of black-suited enforcers outside, recalling their ruthless fighting style from months ago—and the rumors that some of them had even "taken care of" people.
Finally, his expression turned serious as he solemnly declared, "Brother Ma, I don’t think they deserve to die!"
"Maybe... we shouldn’t dispose of them? Corpses are a hassle to deal with unless we dump them in the river for the fish."
Ma Da: "???"
What the hell?
Since when were they the kind of people who engaged in illegal activities?
It sounded like they were actually considering executing these guys on the spot.
While Ma Da was still processing this, the three kneeling troublemakers—Yellow Hair, Red Hair, and Green Hair—nearly pissed themselves in terror.
What?!
The Wanlong Society was going to dispose of them? Or feed them to the fish in the river?!
How hardcore was this gang?!
They’d thought the worst they’d get was a brutal beating, but now it sounded like their lives were on the line.
A desperate survival instinct kicked in.
Yellow Hair and Red Hair immediately started shouting over each other.
"We confess! We’ll tell you everything!"
"Someone put us up to this! Seriously!"
"Who?!" Li Xiaohui slammed the table.
Yellow Hair and Red Hair both turned to Green Hair. "It’s your turn! Who’s the boss behind this?!"
Li Xiaohui: "???"
Wait, you two don’t even know? Aren’t you all in this together?
Or are you just messing with me?
Yellow Hair and Red Hair hurriedly explained, "Sister Hui, we swear! Green Hair took this job—we’re just here as backup. He’s always been tight-lipped, never told us who the boss is."
Li Xiaohui glared at Green Hair. "Is that true?"
Despite being on his knees, Green Hair remained defiant. "Of course not! I just have principles! Besides, you haven’t beaten me half to death yet—how can I talk?!"
Everyone: "???"
This guy’s brain must be seriously messed up.
Beating him to death was out of the question.
The Wanlong Society’s office walls were proudly decorated with plaques like "Heroic Good Samaritans" and "Model of Police-Civilian Cooperation." They weren’t about to cross that line.
At most, they’d send these guys to a "safe place" to cool off.
"Someone, bring the gear..."
Just as Li Xiaohui was about to order their specially designed, injury-concealing vests, Green Hair suddenly pulled a stunt.
His tough-guy act vanished in an instant. His whole demeanor shifted—suddenly coy, even flirtatious.
With a greasy little finger raised in a perfect orchid gesture, he batted his eyelashes at the muscular enforcers behind Li Xiaohui and cooed in a sickly-sweet voice.
"Oh, I know you won’t dispose of me~ After all, only I know who the real boss is."
"If you want me to spill the beans... well, it’s simple~ Just have one of these strong, handsome Wanlong brothers give me a little kiss... and I’ll tell you everything~~~"
Thanks to the strict training regimen enforced by their young mistress, Liu Yutong, the male members of the Wanlong Society were all in peak physical condition. Their fitted black suits only accentuated their impressive builds.
Li Xiaohui: "..."
Lin Tao: "..."
Ma Da: "..."
The enforcers: "..."
The room fell dead silent.
Yellow Hair and Red Hair, still kneeling beside Green Hair, were utterly stunned—and slightly horrified.
They’d never imagined their longtime partner had such a... hidden side.
How had he kept this under wraps for so long?!
Had he been traumatized by an ex-girlfriend’s betrayal? Was that why he’d turned out like this?
Damn, thank god they’d never shared a room with him. Their reputations would’ve been ruined.
As Green Hair began wiggling suggestively, Ma Da and the others lost their patience.
There was no time to figure out if this was an act or some bizarre kink—they just wanted him gone.
This was too much for anyone’s eyes.
"Get him out of here!"
But Green Hair pouted playfully. "Aww, don’t be like that~ Don’t you want to know who sent us?"
"Just one little kiss, and I’ll talk~ And don’t worry, I used mouth spray! My breath is nice and fresh~~~"
While everyone was still reeling from the cringe, Green Hair suddenly snatched a fruit knife from the table—originally confiscated from Red Hair—and pressed the tip to his own throat.
With dramatic resolve, he declared, "If no one kisses me, I won’t leave! In fact, I’ll dispose of myself right here in your internet cafe!"
Everyone: "......."
Ma Da had never dealt with someone this unhinged.
This guy was a full-blown lunatic.
Li Xiaohui, thoroughly disgusted, quickly said, "Just go. We don’t care who sent you anymore. We won’t even hit you. You’re free to leave."
But Green Hair dug in his heels. "No kiss, no leaving!"
"???"
This was going too far!
Ma Da glanced back at his enforcers and tentatively suggested, "Uh... anyone willing to take one for the team? I’ll give you a bonus."
Silence.
Every single enforcer suddenly found the ceiling, floor, or walls fascinating—anything to avoid eye contact.
Ma Da, desperate, upped the offer. "Step forward now, and I’ll promote you! Raise and promotion!"
Whoosh!
Everyone except Lin Tao took a step back.
Lin Tao stood alone at the front, utterly bewildered.
Ma Da’s eyes lit up. He rushed over and wrapped Lin Tao in a bear hug, praising him excitedly.
"Good! That’s my boy, Old Six!"
"You’re the only one with the guts to man up and take this challenge!"
"Brothers, take notes! This is what a real man looks like!"
Lin Tao’s face turned as green as his nickname. "B-Brother Ma, no—I didn’t—I’m not—"
Ma Da cut him off. "Old Six, no need to be modest! You’ve got this! Go on! Do it for the team!"
Lin Tao wanted to cry. How had he ended up in this mess?
And why him? He wasn’t even part of the Wanlong Society! This "honor" shouldn’t be his!
Then, suddenly, it hit him.
Oh. Right.
The green-haired guy just mentioned the brothers of the Ten Thousand Dragons Society—what did that have to do with Lin Tao?
Thinking this, Lin Tao immediately said, "Ma... Ma Da, it's not that I don’t want to help, but they specifically asked for your Ten Thousand Dragons Society brothers, and I’m not part of the Ten Thousand Dragons Society..."
Before he could finish, Ma Da, with lightning speed, stripped off his black jacket and draped it over Lin Tao’s shoulders. "Now you are!"
Lin Tao: "???"
Lin Tao stiffly lowered his head, staring at the Ten Thousand Dragons Society uniform still warm from Ma Da’s body, and instantly froze.
Seriously, is this how you people in the Ten Thousand Dragons Society operate?
