In a detention center in Jinchuan City, the iron gate clanged open.
Jia Dan, nicknamed "Rascal Egg", with a shiny bald head, swaggered out with several of his brothers who had also just been released from the cells.
After being beaten up by the members of the Wanlong Society on the provincial road that day, their whole group was taken away by the police.
They thought they would have to stay inside for at least a year or two this time. Unexpectedly, after being locked up for less than a week, someone bailed them out.
Taking in the free air again, Jia Dan immediately felt much more comfortable all over.
"Hahaha! I'm out again!"
"Alas, why did I say 'again'..."
"Boss, did Young Master Cheng bail us out this time so quickly?" a little brother stepped forward and asked, then lit a cigarette for him.
Jia Dan took the cigarette and put it in his mouth, then raised his hand and gave him a slap, scolding with a smile, "Nonsense! In this Jinchuan area, besides Young Master Cheng, who else has the face to get us out in groups.
Let's go. First, go to Brother Wumao to find out what those black - clothed bastards who beat us up that day are all about. By the way, see if that stupid guy who stabbed me in the ass is dead. Damn it! How dare he stab me in the ass with a steel pipe. I'll definitely kill him!"
A group of people headed towards the west of the city in a grand manner.
One of Wumao's main strongholds was in a bathhouse called Grand Splendor in the west of the city. They usually had discussions, divided up the money, and housed their little brothers here.
When Jia Dan arrived, Wumao was lying semi - reclined on the leather sofa in the second - floor office, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Brother Wumao! I'm here!"
Seeing Jia Dan and his group barge in, Wumao then came back to his senses, looked at them, and greeted them with a fake smile.
"Yo, Brother Jia, out already? Didn't suffer in there, did you?"
Jia Dan plopped down on the opposite sofa, picked up a beer on the coffee table, opened it, and took a big gulp. Wiping his mouth, he said, "What could happen to me? It's just a few days inside. Piece of cake!
Brother Wumao, thanks to you talking to Young Master Cheng this time. Otherwise, we brothers wouldn't know how long we'd have to stay in there."
Wumao waved his hand, "It's the right thing to do. We're all brothers. How can we ignore it when something happens."
But in fact, his heart was as cold as ice.
Humph!
When my ear was cut off, who the hell cared about me?
Only then did Jia Dan notice something strange about Wumao's ear. Curiously, he asked, "Hey? Brother Wumao, what's wrong with your ear? Why is it still wrapped in gauze? Did you get into a fight?"
Wumao subconsciously reached up to touch the gauze and pretended to be nonchalant. "It's nothing. I just accidentally scratched it the other day. Just a little skin break. It'll be fine in a few days."
Jia Dan didn't delve deeper. He nodded and continued indignantly, "Brother Wumao, you don't know. That day, we were almost successful. Then suddenly, a group of black - clothed men got out of that bus. Damn it, they were so ruthless! But they shouldn't be so proud. Once I find them, I'll make them all kneel on the ground and beg for mercy!"
"By the way, Brother Wumao, what's the background of those black - clothed men? You have wide connections. Have you found out?"
Just as Wumao was about to speak, his phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.
He looked down and saw a new text message on the screen, just four simple words - "Follow the plan".
The only remaining ear of Wumao twitched slightly, and then he nodded.
"I've found out, Brother Jia. I've not only found out the details of those black - clothed men, but also their backer."
Jia Dan immediately perked up, "Who?"
Wumao looked around and then whispered, "Those black - clothed men are from the Wanlong Society Group."
"The Wanlong Society?"
"Is it the same Wanlong Society as the one with the Wanlong Plaza downtown? Are they related?"
"Right! It's them." Wumao nodded.
Hearing that the other side had such a big background, Jia Dan suddenly stammered, "This... this... ah... this. The Wanlong Society seems to be quite hard to mess with, right?"
After learning about their background, his idea of revenge immediately faded away.
Jia Dan was brave enough to set up a roadblock on the provincial road with a few idiots and some little brothers to extort tolls. But in the end, he only bullied the weak.
The Wanlong Society Group was different.
Although this company was from outside, it was quite well - known in Jinchuan.
Last year during the earthquake, they donated billions of real money. Many local people were very grateful to them, and even the local leaders attached great importance to this enterprise.
Jia Dan was just a low - level hoodlum. He was okay with stealing, petty thievery, and extorting a little money on the road. But if he really went to provoke the Wanlong Society, it would be like an old man hanging himself - asking for an early death.
Seeing his cowardice, Wumao despised him in his heart, but on the face, he pretended to be nonchalant.
"Brother Jia, I have a question for you."
"Go ahead."
"Who bailed you out this time when you were arrested?"
"Need you ask? Of course, it was Young Master Cheng. Why do you ask?"
"Do you know how much money Young Master Cheng spent and how many favors he had to call in to get you out?"
"You got out because Young Master Cheng paid a price. Do you think the detention center is a vegetable market, where you can go in and out as you please?"
The muscles on Jia Dan's face stiffened. "What exactly are you trying to say?"
Wumao said, "Brother Jia, what I'm trying to say is why did Young Master Cheng go to so much trouble to bail you out? It's because he values you. If you were a useless piece of trash in his eyes, would he have bothered?"
Jia Dan felt a warm feeling in his heart after hearing these words and unconsciously straightened his chest.
Wumao continued, "I'll tell you. Besides you, Young Master Cheng has also set his eyes on the Wanlong Society."
"Whether the Wanlong Society is easy to mess with or not, Young Master Cheng knows better than you and me. But why does he still want to take on the Wanlong Society? Do you know the reason?"
Jia Dan shook his head blankly.
"So stupid!"
"It's very simple. This is Jinchuan, our territory! When the Wanlong Society came here, they didn't show any respect and even refused to cooperate with the Tiger - Power Group. Of course, the most important thing is that they dared to beat you. This is like slapping Young Master Cheng in the face! Young Master Cheng said that there's no room for such an arrogant group in Jinchuan!"
"If they want to do business and make big money on our turf, they have to follow our rules. Young Master Cheng now wants to make them bow their heads and let them know their place!"
"Brother Jia, to be honest, Young Master Cheng has privately said that whoever contributes the most and does the best job in dealing with the Wanlong Society, he will not only take care of everything but also hand over the newly - built entertainment city to that person for management."
"Don't you always want to open your own place in the west of the city? As long as you handle this matter well this time, if Young Master Cheng is in a good mood, that area will be yours. Then, you won't have to take the brothers to stand on the provincial road in the wind and sun to stop cars anymore. Just sit in the office, and the money will flow into your pocket. It'll be so comfortable!"
Jia Dan was dazed by the big pie Wumao painted. His eyes gradually lit up, "Really? Did Young Master Cheng really say that?"
"Would I lie to you?"
Wumao pointed at his ear wrapped in gauze. "Look at this ear of mine. I got injured while doing a favor for Young Master Cheng. But Young Master Cheng gave me two nightclubs right away. Now I'm making at least this much more every month."
He held up three fingers, indicating 300,000 yuan.
Jia Dan's breathing immediately became heavy, and his eyes fixed in a daze.
"Brother Jia, you've been by Young Master Cheng's side for a long time. As long as you work hard, Young Master Cheng won't treat you badly. Fortune favors the bold. You don't need me to tell you this, right?"
Jia Dan couldn't sit still anymore. He slapped his thigh hard.
"Let's do it!"
"Damn it! So what if it's the Ten-Thousand Dragon Society? They hit me. I must settle this score with them!"
