In the Emperor's private room on the top floor.
Several gang bosses were gathered in the room, each one visibly panicked, muttering non-stop under their breath.
Every minute, someone would rush in to deliver a report, all bad news, not a single piece of good news.
Some were already filled with regret, thinking they shouldn't have waited here; they should have taken the hidden elevator and slipped away earlier.
Sure, Zhao Tianxing had a gun, but they didn't!
Besides, what if the Ten Thousand Dragons Society guys really weren't afraid to die?
With just two guns and a dozen or so bullets between them, could they really take down that many people?
Obviously not!
Soon, a few more underlings with some status scrambled in on their hands and knees, their faces etched with anxiety and panic.
"Boss, we can't hold them off, we really can't! The Ten Thousand Dragons Society guys are insanely fierce. Our guys are getting knocked out the moment they show their faces, sleeping like babies, snoring louder than me, even drooling."
"Yeah boss, we should really retreat now. As long as the green hills remain, burning them is pointless... I mean, there'll be no lack of firewood!"
"Boss, no offense, but you have a gun, we don't. And besides... your bullets... they aren't exactly plentiful."
"What do you mean?"
"They... they don't know how to multiply! There are hundreds of them, and you only have a dozen bullets. That's less than half a bullet per person on average. What's that good for? Not even enough to clean their ears."
Zhao Tianxing: "........"
Can you all just shut the hell up?
At that moment, a bespectacled man who looked like a strategist pushed up his crooked glasses and began analyzing the current situation.
"Boss, according to Murphy's Law, the Law of Conservation of Energy, and the probability I just calculated on my computer, the likelihood of us staying here and getting out unscathed is lower than the probability of me getting up on time for breakfast tomorrow morning. And I usually sleep until the afternoon."
"Boss, we can't hesitate any longer! If we don't leave now, we might really be trapped!"
Zhao Tianxing's head was throbbing from the noise of his subordinates. He couldn't help but roar, "Shut up, all of you!"
"Useless! Useless! You're all goddamn useless!"
"Can't even hold off a small-time group like the Ten Thousand Dragons Society. What's the point of keeping you all around?!"
Zhao Tianxing wished he could smash something over the heads of these whining underlings.
The underlings lowered their heads, not daring to speak, but internally they couldn't help but retort, "If you're so good, you do it!"
Of course, they only dared to think it, not say it out loud.
Zhao Tianxing irritably tugged at his tie, nearly shouting hoarsely, "Leaving is out of the question! I'm going to kill that Liu Yutong! I swear I'll make her die!"
Right at that moment—
With a deafening boom, the thick, luxurious solid wood door of the private room shattered into pieces.
This sudden event left the gang bosses in the room utterly dumbfounded, their jaws hanging open.
What just happened?
To showcase the grandeur of the Emperor's room, Zhao Tianxing had used custom-made, extra-thick solid wood doors with gold trim. In theory, they should have been extremely difficult to break, even with tools.
But now, this door had been smashed apart as if it were made of paper, shattered by a terrifying, inhuman force from the outside!
Yes, shattered!
Amidst the swirling dust, a massive, suffocating figure blocked the doorway, almost blotting out all the light from the corridor.
It was a giant of a man, definitely over two meters tall, his bulging muscles straining against his black suit, looking ready to burst at any moment.
His bald head gleamed, and his ferocious face was the stuff of nightmares, enough to silence a crying child at night.
The giant merely stood there, but the almost tangible pressure he exuded made all the gang bosses in the room gasp for air, their calves beginning to tremble involuntarily.
"You... who are you?" Zhao Tianxing couldn't help but ask.
"Me?"
The giant tilted his neck, which was thicker than an average man's thigh, producing cracking sounds from his joints, as if pondering the question very seriously.
A few seconds later, he finally spoke.
"I'm the Young Lady's pathfinder. The Young Lady said, if a door blocks the way, tear it down. If people block the way, squeeze 'em into balls for the Young Lady's new pet koi's midnight snack. She says the fish have been getting picky lately."
Everyone in the room: "........"
Before they could say anything else.
A Ten Thousand Dragons Society member with a slicked-back hairstyle walked in from behind the giant, carrying a megaphone.
"Hello, friends inside!"
"We are the Ten Thousand Dragons Society's Special Action Group for Harmoniously Building a Civilized Pearl City. Please place your hands on your heads and squat down in an orderly manner to cooperate with our work. I repeat, hands on heads, squat down orderly. Thank you for your cooperation!"
Zhao Tianxing and his underlings: "......."
Isn't the style a bit off here?
Aren't you supposed to be a gang? What the hell is this 'Harmoniously Building a Civilized Special Action Group'?
The next second, a dark tide of Ten Thousand Dragons Society members flooded into the room, completely surrounding the Emperor's private room.
Then they saw a purple-haired delinquent girl swagger in, also carrying a megaphone.
"Who's Zhao Tianxing? Get the hell out here!"
"Stop hiding. Weren't you going to kill my Sister Yutong today? Chickening out now?"
"With your pathetic skills, you dare challenge our Ten Thousand Dragons Society? Are you in the underworld or the 'Farewell My Love' internet subculture? And you in the corner wearing the fur coat, yeah, I'm talking to you, girlie. You really think you're some Northeast tiger? With that tiger tattoo? Let me tell you, in my book, you're just a Hello Kitty!"
"Zhao Tianxing, I'm giving you three seconds. Get out here, kowtow and apologize, then smash up this dump of yours to set off fireworks for my Sister Yutong. Otherwise, I'll have Ji Yu squeeze you into a human mochi, dip you in Lao Gan Ma chili sauce, and feed you to the stray dogs downstairs!"
"......"
The purple-haired delinquent girl's tirade was so fierce it immediately made everyone in the room break out in a cold sweat.
They once again revised their understanding of the women in the Ten Thousand Dragons Society. That Young Lady of theirs was already plenty ruthless, but who knew this little delinquent was also outrageously fierce.
Seeing Li Xiaohui come on so aggressively, Ma Da whispered a reminder, "Xiaohui, let's be a bit more ladylike, mind our language..."
Li Xiaohui cut him off directly. "Why bother being civilized with this trash? Does he deserve it? How much does he deserve?"
"Zhao Tianxing, get out here now, kowtow and apologize! You dare bully my Sister Yutong? I promise to beat you so badly even your own mother won't recognize you!"
Zhao Tianxing's face turned livid with rage. Being cursed at and pointed at by a girl at least twenty years his junior was the greatest humiliation he had suffered since entering this line of work.
He sprang to his feet, pointing a finger at her. "You little bitch, if you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"
Then he tilted his head slightly towards Liu Songxia on his left, signaling for him to pull out his gun and take her down.
Liu Songxia deliberately pretended not to see, remaining unmoved.
Zhao Tianxing turned his head again to hint.
Liu Songxia still didn't see it.
Zhao Tianxing jerked his head sharply to the right again, this time with a bit too much force, a faint crick sound even coming from his neck.
His head... got stuck.
He had wrenched his neck.
A subordinate nearby, seeing the boss's awkward posture, said curiously, "Boss, that's quite a distinctive angle your head's at, kinda like... uh... an angry bird with a stiff neck."
"Shut the hell up, I've wrenched my neck...."
Zhao Tianxing was about to curse, but the slightest movement sent a tearing, 'refreshing' pain that made his vision go dark, nearly causing him to pass out on the spot.
He could only maintain this extremely awkward, humiliating pose, glaring at Li Xiaohui at the door.
Liu Songxia finally 'caught on' now, asking with a face full of 'concern': "Brother Zhao, what's wrong? A stiff neck? Let me fix it for you."
Then, without waiting for Zhao Tianxing's agreement, he grabbed the sides of his head with both hands and gave a forceful twist.
"OW—!"
A pig-slaughtering howl echoed through the private room.
Zhao Tianxing's tears were almost spurting out: "Liu Songxia, damn you! You did that on purpose!"
Right after cursing, he realized his neck was fine: "Huh? It really doesn't hurt anymore?"
He didn't have time to dwell on it, and whispered to Liu Songxia again, "Liu Songxia, were you fucking blind just now? I kept hinting for you to pull your gun and waste that purple-haired brat. Why didn't you move? Or was it on purpose, thinking of betraying us?"
Liu Songxia looked utterly sincere: "Brother Zhao, you've got me all wrong. I was thinking of the bigger picture."
Zhao Tianxing: "Explain!"
Liu Songxia explained: "Brother Zhao, think about it. We only have two guns, a dozen or so bullets. If we'd listened to you just now and shot that little punk girl, it would've felt great in the moment, but then what?"
"Then we'd immediately get shot dead by these Wan Long Hui guys, thrown off the building and smashed to death, kneaded to death like putty by that bald muscleman, drowned in a toilet, hanged from the private room's crystal chandelier..."
Liu Songxia rattled off dozens of horrifying ways to die in one breath before asking in return, "Brother Zhao, which one of these lovely deaths do you prefer?"
Zhao Tianxing: "........"
He didn't want any of them.
"Alright, I've calmed down. You were right. We'll make our move when Liu Yutong gets here."
Liu Songxia nodded: "Wise decision, Brother Zhao. So, let's strategically swallow our pride for now. When Liu Yutong arrives, we strike with one lethal blow."
Then his tone shifted: "However, Brother Zhao, you might have to endure a little something first."
Zhao Tianxing: "???"
"What do you mean?"
Before Liu Songxia could explain.
Li Xiaohui stuck the loudspeaker behind her waist, waved her small hand, pointed at Zhao Tianxing, and issued another fierce order: "This old geezer keeps yapping non-stop. Get him for me, girls!"
At the command, the Wan Long Hui members blocking the door immediately swarmed toward Zhao Tianxing with nasty grins.
Zhao Tianxing's face turned pale instantly. He backed away repeatedly, his hand twitching several times toward his gun but he held back.
"You dare touch me? Do you know who I am?!"
"Let go, you hear me! You'll regret this!"
"Stop it, all of you, damn it... I'm the boss of the Dong Hai Alliance!"
"Fuck, not the face... Big brother... pah, I'm sorry, miss, please go easy..."
"Let's talk this out, we're all in the same line of... OW!"
"Help me........"
