Liu Yutong walked up to Scarface Brother and his crew. The moment she stopped, a lackey immediately brought over a chair. Without even glancing back, she sat down, crossing her legs with effortless grace.
She wasted no words, simply flicking her wrist.
Several underlings stepped forward, hoisting Scarface Brother off the ground like a chicken and dragging him toward the kitchen. His face turned deathly pale, eyes wide with terror.
"Miss Liu! Miss Liu, spare me!"
"Miss Liu—"
As Scarface was hauled away, the remaining men trembled uncontrollably.
Especially the members of the Righteous Alliance. They couldn’t help but recall the former boss.
In his youth, the old boss had built this empire through cunning and ruthlessness. Those who opposed him were either crippled or fed to the fish in the river. His brutal methods against enemies were so infamous that even the current boss, Pan Xing, paled in comparison.
Though years had passed and the old boss had aged, no one in the syndicate dared challenge his authority.
Until that sudden ambush…
And now, this woman before them—though they couldn’t be entirely sure of her identity—her demeanor left no doubt: she was the old boss’s daughter.
To rally so many followers in such a short time spoke volumes about her capability.
Normally, few in the underworld would submit to a woman, yet the reverence these lackeys showed Liu Yutong made it clear—she was formidable.
And ruthless.
Scarface Brother was dragged into the kitchen. What was the kitchen for?
Sure, it was for cooking, but it was also the perfect place to dispose of a body. With all the tools at hand, a living man could be chopped up, tossed into the grease trap, and vanish without a trace.
The more they thought about it, the more horrifying it became.
Especially when Scarface’s screams erupted from the kitchen. One of the Righteous Alliance thugs couldn’t hold it in—he pissed himself right there.
"Miss Liu! Our loyalty to the boss—no, the former boss—is as solid as the sun and moon! We’ve been waiting for you to return and take your rightful place!"
"Yeah! We’ve long hated that bastard Pan Xing! Just let us go, and we’ll chop that son of a bitch to pieces!"
"......"
Liu Yutong watched them coldly, her expression unreadable.
Her fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, the rhythmic click-click-click sounding like a death knell.
"Finished? Who’s next?"
The moment she spoke, Scarface’s screams cut off abruptly.
Then came the unmistakable thud-thud-thud of meat being cleaved—a sound so crisp it made their scalps crawl.
Terrified, they dropped to their knees, kowtowing and begging.
"Miss Liu, spare us!"
"Miss Liu, have mercy!"
"......"
Finally, one of the Righteous Alliance members couldn’t take it anymore. He shot to his feet, his voice shaking but defiant.
"Stop begging! We all know why we’re here. She won’t let us go! If we’re gonna die either way—"
"Let’s fight! Take one down with us, and it’s a fair trade. Take two, and we come out ahead!"
"Anyone with guts, stand up and fight!"
Yun Cheng immediately moved to Liu Yutong’s side, ready to shield her.
They outnumbered the thugs, but even a cornered rabbit would bite. If she got hurt in the chaos, it’d be disastrous.
But Liu Yutong merely waved him off, signaling him to stand down.
Her delicate brows arched as she studied the defiant young man.
"They say a man’s pride lies beneath his knees. Since they’re willing to kneel, I’ll spare their lives."
The moment she spoke, the kneeling thugs burst into grateful sobs, kowtowing furiously.
"Thank you, Miss Liu!"
"Thank you, Miss Liu!"
"......"
Just then, a chef, still splattered with blood, carried over a bubbling pot of lamb stew.
Lackeys swiftly set up a table in front of Liu Yutong, placing the stew on it along with bowls and chopsticks.
She hadn’t eaten dinner yet, and since she’d planned to interrogate the Righteous Alliance members here, she decided to dine while questioning them.
The aroma of the stew was rich and inviting—but to the men on the floor, and even the defiant young man, it smelled like anything but food.
Especially when Liu Yutong picked up a piece of meat and took a bite.
Their faces turned ghostly white. Their stomachs churned, bile rising in their throats.
That meat… it couldn’t be…
It had to be.
Who the hell said Miss Liu was just some naive girl, easy to handle?
She was a devil.
Butchering a man on the spot, turning him into stew—and then eating it? Eating it?!
"Ugh—" Someone retched.
Ma Da shot him a glare so vicious it could flay skin.
"Miss Liu is eating. Anyone who pukes gets dragged to the kitchen on the spot!"
The thugs clamped their hands over their mouths. Brother Erkun, in particular, forced his vomit back down with a gulp.
Liu Yutong dabbed her lips with a napkin, then turned to the pale-faced young man still standing.
"I see now. You really do have more spine than the rest."
The young man dropped to his knees with a thud, pressing his forehead to the ground in full prostration.
"Miss Liu, spare me!"
She ignored him, nodding instead to Ma Da to begin the interrogation.
She knew these men had come for her—possibly to kill her. She wouldn’t show them mercy.
Now, with their morale shattered, they spilled everything.
Their plans to capture her, or failing that, to ensure she never returned to Bright Pearl City—all of it came pouring out. They even produced text messages as proof.
Yun Cheng stood nearby, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles cracked. He’d suspected Pan Xing would move against Liu Yutong, but hearing it from the thugs themselves still ignited a fury in his chest.
And guilt.
If not for them, Liu Yutong might never have faced this threat from the syndicate.
Once the interrogation ended, Ma Da waved his hand. Several lackeys stepped forward, wiping fingerprints off a few cleavers before handing them to the Righteous Alliance men.
The thugs stared in confusion, too scared to take them.
"What kind of man goes out without a cleaver for protection? Take them!"
Ma Da then turned to the lackeys filming the scene.
"Cut this part out of the recording!"
The members of the Righteous Association from Bright Pearl City had somehow gotten their hands on watermelon knives, but they were at a complete loss.
Of course, even with weapons in their hands, they didn’t dare make a move—after all, their leader, Scarface Brother, had already been taken out, chopped into pieces, and turned into hotpot ingredients. The sight alone had shattered their courage.
Once the group was dealt with, Liu Yutong turned her gaze to the trembling Brother Erkun.
"Is this the second time we’ve met? Tell me, how should I deal with you now?"
Hearing this, Brother Erkun immediately kowtowed, his voice shaking as he pleaded, "M-Miss Liu... give me a chance! Back then, I had no choice, but now—now I want to turn over a new leaf!"
