Originally, Niu Ben's thugs thought dealing with these seemingly greenhorn youngsters would be a piece of cake.
Having frequently participated in such brawls before, they knew that gang fights were just like ancient battlefield confrontations—momentum was everything.
The fiercer they acted, the faster their opponents would scatter.
They were very experienced in this.
Hadn’t those dozen or so guys collapsed without even being touched?
Clearly, they’d been intimidated and chickened out.
However, when they clashed with the remaining black-clad men led by Yun Cheng, they instantly felt resistance.
Especially when the "actors" behind them suddenly attacked from both front and rear, coupled with Yun Cheng cutting through the crowd like a whirlwind, Niu Ben's men were forced into retreat.
Aside from Niu Ben’s bodyguard, Ji Yu, they’d never seen anyone this ruthless.
Swift, precise, and brutal—every strike took down a man with a single blow.
If Yun Cheng had been alone, Niu Ben’s men might not have been scared into submission. But when a massive figure emerged from the crowd, they were dumbfounded.
What the—?
Why was Brother Ji on the enemy’s side?
Ji Yu was practically tossing them aside like ragdolls, taking down seven or eight men in an instant. Their morale plummeted to rock bottom.
As Niu Ben’s subordinates, they couldn’t possibly not know Ji Yu’s reputation.
Though the guy was a bit simple-minded, his strength was absurdly overpowered—and most importantly, he was fanatically loyal to their boss.
So why was he helping the enemy now?
Had their boss betrayed them?
"We can’t hold out! We can’t hold out!"
"It’s over! The boss has turned traitor!"
"Traitor your ass! Hurry up and inform the boss—Ji Yu’s defected!"
"......"
As someone scrambled away in panic to deliver the news,
Ma Da grabbed a megaphone and started shouting over the chaotic battlefield.
"Testing, testing..."
After confirming it worked, he began directing.
"Watch your strength! No headshots! Head injuries mean serious harm—minimum three years in prison! Aim carefully!"
"Can’t hit the top, can’t hit the bottom either—same risk of serious injury."
"Avoid vital spots, avoid vital spots!"
"Stomping feet is fine! Stomping counts as foot therapy. Last time, Old Wang got stomped twenty times—just a financial dispute at worst."
"Damn it, someone’s using a controlled weapon! Under Appendix 3, using a machete upgrades this to armed combat. Headshots now count as heroic intervention..."
"Alright, alright! That’s enough, that’s enough!"
"According to Article 234, if there’s no actual injury, it doesn’t constitute..."
"......"
Ma Da commanded the battlefield methodically through the megaphone.
The Wanlong Hui brothers had been calm at first, but his shouting actually made them nervous.
Still, it gave them a chance to showcase their training under Zhao Tianyi—every strike was measured, and those they took down barely had visible injuries.
With Yun Cheng and Ji Yu leading the charge like unstoppable forces, they quickly overpowered Niu Ben’s gang.
Soon, the ground was littered with groaning thugs.
At that moment, Liu Yutong gave a subtle wave, and several professional actors swiftly stepped forward, pulling out pre-prepared fake blood packs from their pockets.
"Hurry! Make it convincing!"
Before long, Niu Ben’s men witnessed a horrifying scene.
Yun Cheng suddenly grabbed a knife and slashed a thug’s throat—blood sprayed, staining his clothes and making him look like a bloodthirsty demon.
Ji Yu was even more terrifying, "blowing up" a thug’s head with a single punch, his mouth and face smeared with gore.
The brutal realism of these killings terrified Niu Ben’s men.
Though they’d taken lives before, it was usually accidental—no one actually wanted murder on their hands.
But now, watching their "brothers" slaughtered so savagely, their already shattered morale collapsed completely. They scrambled away in panic, crawling and stumbling.
Even the villagers watching from a distance were frozen in fear.
At first, they’d been too stunned to intervene, even worrying for Ma Da and the black-clad group.
Now, they realized—there’s always someone fiercer.
These guys were even darker and more ruthless than Niu Ben’s crew!
No wonder they were all dressed in black.
When Niu Ben learned of their defeat, his reaction shifted from shock to fury—especially upon hearing Ji Yu had betrayed him.
"JI YU!!!"
He never imagined Ji Yu would turn on him, but then it hit him—
No wonder Feng Gou’s phone was dead. This was all a setup!
Niu Ben wanted to rush back and confront Ji Yu, but with his men fleeing in disarray, returning now would be suicide.
Sure, he was tough, but not against so many.
And he wasn’t as young as he used to be.
Gritting his teeth, he swallowed his rage and reluctantly fled by car.
"Find Feng Gou—alive or dead!"
After giving the order, Niu Ben and his gang slunk back to the nightclub, battered and humiliated.
The aftermath inside was brutal.
Even through the soundproof walls of his private room, muffled roars could be heard.
Several lackeys were dragged out, bloodied and beaten senseless, leaving the others trembling outside.
"That guy’s wife—is she here yet? Bring her in to cool me down!"
Some deadbeat owed him money, so he’d forced the man to send his wife to work at the club as repayment.
Now was the perfect time to cash in.
"Yes, boss!"
"Wait—drag her husband here too. Let him watch from the doorway." A sadistic grin spread across Niu Ben’s face. The thought of doing it in front of the cuckold was thrilling.
"Right away, boss!" A lackey scurried off to arrange it.
Meanwhile, after dealing with Niu Ben’s demolition crew, Liu Yutong instructed Ma Da to handle cleanup and left without a second glance—vanishing like a breeze.
Chu Yue wanted to thank her but never got the chance.
"If you really want to repay the young lady, write a letter. I’ll have it delivered to your brother," Ma Da said.
"Brother Ma... can my brother really be freed?" A flicker of hope lit Chu Yue’s eyes.
"Hard to say. But our help isn’t free, understand?" Ma Da’s tone was loaded with implication.
Chu Yang might be Liu Yutong’s benefactor, but not his.
Letting talent like that slip away would be a waste.
The young lady would soon leave for university in Bright Pearl City, and they would follow her there. However, since Wushui County was, after all, the birthplace of their Wanlong Society, it needed someone reliable to hold down the fort—and Chu Yang was the perfect fit.
With the debt of gratitude from today, there was no chance he would betray them.
Still, considering the guy seemed somewhat resistant to their identities, it would be best to let his sister write the account instead.
"I'll do it!" Chu Yue didn’t hesitate at all.
After all, it was just a matter of writing down what had happened today and how it unfolded—nothing more.
