Dead silence!
An absolute, suffocating silence engulfed the entire street!
The onlookers who had been chattering moments ago now stood frozen as if under a spell, mouths agape, too terrified to make a sound. Their faces were twisted in horror.
Even Ma Da was startled. He hadn’t expected such a bloody scene to unfold.
A thought flashed through his mind: Did the young mistress arrange this? But why wasn’t I informed?
Dirty work like this should have been left to them—people who could take the fall if things went south!
The young mistress has lost her mind!
Deng Zheyan’s brain completely short-circuited, leaving only a blank void.
Stiffly, he stared at Zhao Junjie’s motionless body on the ground, then mechanically turned his head toward the woman standing at the entrance of Phoenix Reign Internet Cafe.
Liu Yutong remained still, her icy gaze fixed on him. There wasn’t a ripple of emotion in those beautiful yet terrifyingly calm eyes.
Then, a bone-chilling dread surged from the soles of Deng Zheyan’s feet straight to the crown of his head.
This woman… is this ruthless?!
In broad daylight, in front of a crowd, she had just killed the young master of the East Sea Syndicate.
How dare she?!
Is this still Earth? Still the Dragon Nation?!
This was sheer lawlessness!
Suddenly, Deng Zheyan remembered what had happened back at that restaurant in Wushui County. Rumor had it that Liu Yutong had butchered and cooked members of the Righteous Brotherhood.
At the time, he hadn’t witnessed it himself and assumed it was just Er Kun trying to scare people.
Later, at the hospital, he’d scoffed—What era is this? Who would actually do something like that? Chopping people up and eating them? That’s inhuman!
Gradually, he’d dismissed it as exaggeration.
But now, the gruesome scene before him was undeniable.
Broad daylight. Dozens—no, hundreds—of witnesses. Even Zhao Junjie’s dozens of underlings were still inside the internet cafe behind him.
Yet Liu Yutong had dared to strike.
Just how cruel, how vicious, must this woman be?!
His reaction was understandable. After all, his internet cafe wasn’t just filled with Zhao Junjie’s men and college students—most of the patrons were from the Ten Thousand Dragons Society.
With so many of her people inside, it made perfect sense that Liu Yutong could order someone to be thrown from the upstairs window.
And let’s be real—who else here would dare lay a finger on the East Sea Syndicate’s young master?
But that didn’t matter now.
The real question was: He’d been running his mouth earlier. Would he be next?
The thought sent a jolt of terror through him.
With a thud, Deng Zheyan dropped to his knees, arms outstretched, pressing his forehead to the ground in the most abject, groveling surrender.
“Miss Liu! I was wrong! I deserve death! My mouth is trash!”
“Please, spare my worthless life! Have mercy!”
Liu Yutong ignored him. Her sharp eyes darted back to the second-floor window of the opposing internet cafe.
Out of the corner of her eye, she’d spotted two shadowy figures in hats—the moment Zhao Junjie was thrown, they’d instantly retreated.
Did Zhao Junjie have other enemies?
No… no. This was deliberate. Someone’s trying to frame me.
In seconds, Liu Yutong pieced it together: this was a premeditated murder.
The killer had used the feud between the Ten Thousand Dragons Society, Deng Zheyan, and Zhao Junjie’s faction as cover.
The goal? To pin Zhao Junjie’s death on her and the Ten Thousand Dragons Society.
Zhao Tianxing had only one son. The old fox had been lying low lately, avoiding direct conflict.
But if he learned his heir had been killed by her hands? He’d stop at nothing—mobilizing the entire East Sea Syndicate for vengeance.
So who benefits most from an all-out war between the East Sea Syndicate and the Ten Thousand Dragons Society?
There was only one answer: Zhao Weixiang, the puppet master who loved pulling strings from the shadows.
Just as Liu Yutong was about to order Ma Da to seal off the opposing internet cafe, the eerie silence shattered.
A bystander’s scream pierced the air.
“AHHH!!!”
“M-murder!! Someone’s been killed!!”
“A body—someone was thrown from the building!”
“Oh my god! Call the police! NOW!”
“This is insane! In broad daylight!”
“Run! Don’t get caught up with these gangsters!”
The crowd, once buzzing with morbid curiosity, now scattered like startled birds.
An ordinary homicide? Maybe they’d linger for the spectacle.
But this involved organized crime. Who’d risk sticking around? One wrong look, and they might end up “disappeared” too.
Better to mind their own business. Survival first!
Meanwhile—
Zhao Junjie’s dozens of East Sea Syndicate enforcers, after the initial shock, erupted into fury.
“YOUNG MASTER!!!”
“Who the hell did this?!”
“It’s the Ten Thousand Dragons Society! It’s gotta be them! Brothers, AVENGE HIM!”
“Grab your weapons! KILL THEM ALL!”
The most enraged among them snatched chairs, keyboards, and hidden blades from their belts, charging out of the internet cafe.
Blinded by rage and fear—knowing their boss, Zhao Tianxing, would skin them alive if they didn’t retaliate—they zeroed in on Liu Yutong, Ma Da, and their crew across the street.
“Protect the young mistress!” Ma Da bellowed, leaping in front of Liu Yutong.
In seconds, a dozen Ten Thousand Dragons Society members surged from Phoenix Reign Internet Cafe, forming a defensive ring around her.
None drew weapons. They knew the rules: strike second, leave no legal openings. Let the enemy throw the first punch.
“PAY WITH YOUR BLOOD!”
“DIE, TEN THOUSAND DRAGONS SCUM!”
The East Sea thugs, consumed by bloodlust, barely registered when the front line of “defenders” suddenly collapsed—howling, clutching fake wounds, flying backward with Oscar-worthy theatrics.
The attackers hesitated.
…Are Ten Thousand Dragons fighters really this weak?
If so, capturing their young mistress would be easy.
The thought spurred them into a frenzy.
If they dragged Liu Yutong back to their boss, maybe—just maybe—they’d escape punishment.
As they lunged forward—
The Ten Thousand Dragons Society’s real counterattack began.
"Move out!" Ma Da barked the order.
In an instant, the members of the Ten Thousand Dragons Society, who had been on the defensive moments ago, sharpened their gazes and drew their collapsible batons, launching a fierce counterattack.
The two sides clashed violently, and chaos erupted immediately.
The Ten Thousand Dragons Society members, all well-trained in combat and physically conditioned, far outmatched the ragtag thugs of the East Sea Alliance.
Soon, the enemy was overpowered.
Under the precise and efficient strikes of the Ten Thousand Dragons Society, the East Sea Alliance members quickly collapsed, howling in pain as they fell to the ground.
Of course, the attackers exercised restraint—incapacitating their opponents without inflicting fatal damage, carefully staying within the bounds of self-defense.
When Li Xiaohui led another twenty or so Ten Thousand Dragons Society members, who had been at the internet café across the street, to join the fray and flank the enemy, the East Sea Alliance thugs were swiftly overwhelmed.
One by one, they writhed on the ground, moaning, most of them rendered combat-ineffective.
Even after their victory, the Ten Thousand Dragons Society members remained vigilant, their eyes locked on the fallen thugs to prevent any sudden ambush against their young mistress.
Ma Da, who had just fought alongside them, returned panting and reported, "Young Mistress, it's done! Damn it, these bastards must be out of their minds to dare attack us."
Liu Yutong had no time to dwell on that. She immediately commanded, "Surround Yan Net Internet Café now and search for two suspicious individuals wearing baseball caps!"
She wasn’t afraid of Zhao Tianxing or the East Sea Alliance, but she refused to take the blame for this mess without clarity.
Capturing those two men might just expose the mastermind behind this.
"Yes, Young Mistress!" Ma Da acknowledged and swiftly led a team into Yan Net Internet Café.
As Ma Da turned away, Liu Yutong’s cool, composed eyes fell once more on Zhao Junjie, lying in a pool of blood.
Just moments ago, she had noticed his bloodied hand twitch faintly.
"Heh... Not quite dead yet."
"Seems... whoever did this had reservations."
