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I hurried back to the Tiger Head Gang, and as I approached the entrance, I heard a series of pained groans.
Xiao Hu, covered in bruises, was pinned to the concrete ground by several thugs, while Fang Zhao stood before him, seething with anger.
"Traitor! Have you and Lin Zhi Xia colluded with the Azure Dragon Gang?" Fang Zhao kicked Xiao Hu, gritting his teeth as he questioned him.
Blood trickled from the corner of Xiao Hu's mouth. He hung his head, struggling to endure the pain, murmuring incoherently, "I haven't betrayed anyone... I would never betray..."
I calmly stepped in front of Fang Zhao and locked eyes with him. "Boss, Xiao Hu is loyal. How can you be sure that these thugs are loyal?"
Fang Zhao narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flickering across his face. "What do you mean?"
I pulled a stack of documents from my bag and spoke coldly. "I've heard that the Azure Dragon Gang is planning to attack us and has been gathering intelligence."
"All the details about the Azure Dragon Gang's personnel deployment, weaponry, and raid routes for next week are right here."
Fang Zhao's hand trembled slightly. "How did you...?"
"I didn't expect the leader to trust me so little!" I said with a cold smile.
Fang Zhao fell silent for a moment before extending his hand toward me.
"I can't give you the information. You need to provide Xiao Hu with an explanation right now. Those who hurt him must pay the price."
I withdrew the information.
Fang Zhao suddenly burst into laughter. "Good! Since you have so much intel, let's pull off something big together!"
"I'm on board, but besides avenging Xiao Hu, I need your assurance," I said, locking eyes with Fang Zhao. "Guarantee the safety of both me and Xiao Hu, or else this information..."
A flicker of murderous intent flashed in Fang Zhao's eyes but was quickly suppressed. "Deal! Someone, grab those thugs who attacked Xiao Hu!"
Several henchmen were pinned to the ground, screaming in agony.
I helped Xiao Hu up and gently reassured him, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
In the stillness of the night, Fang Zhao called me into his office. "Tomorrow night, you will lead the team to the Azure Dragon Gang's territory. I want that bastard Ji Li to pay the price!"
I nodded. "I suggest we launch a surprise attack from the northern warehouse; their defenses are weakest there."
Fang Zhao smirked. "Good! Let's do it! At ten o'clock tomorrow night, let Ji Li really feel what it's like to be beaten!"
Looking at Fang Zhao's sinister smile, I whispered to myself: No, Fang Zhao, you won't escape either.
Outside, dark clouds obscured the moonlight, as if foretelling an impending storm.
Fang Zhao stood by the window, his gloomy gaze piercing through the glass, staring into the distant sky shrouded in gloom.
Two years had passed in the blink of an eye, yet it felt longer than a century.
During these two years, with my help, Fang Zhao had been engaged in a battle of wits and courage against the ragtag group of the Azure Dragon Gang, forcibly snatching several lucrative opportunities from them.
Each victory felt like licking blood from a blade—exciting yet utterly exhausting.
On the wall, intelligence reports were pinned up by Fang Zhao himself, a hand-drawn map of power distribution marked in red and blue.
Although Fang Zhao's territory had expanded, Ji Li's influence spread like a plague, growing even faster.
He hung over Fang Zhao like a sword, poised to fall at any moment.
I stood behind Fang Zhao, flipping through a thick stack of intelligence reports, the sound of paper rustling starkly piercing the silence of the room.
"Boss, Ji Li's people have already begun to infiltrate our territory. They’re like rats, burrowing everywhere, and we can’t defend against them. We need to act quickly; if this continues, I’m afraid..."
I didn’t need to finish my sentence for the meaning to be clear.
Fang Zhao clenched his jaw tightly, his knuckles turning white from the pressure as they cracked ominously.
"I know! But we’ve been forced into this hellhole—what else can we do? Should I lead the brothers to their deaths?"
The table was strewn with various maps and intelligence reports, each marked with red and blue symbols, resembling death warrants.
Fang Zhao felt a wave of helplessness; after two years of fighting, it seemed they had gained nothing.
The Tiger Head Gang was ablaze with lights that night, the air thick with the smell of alcohol and cheap perfume mixed with sweat.
The gang members were celebrating a recent minor victory, their faces flushed as they shouted and laughed loudly.
Fang Zhao sat in a high position, silently drinking.
I knew he understood that this so-called victory was merely a desperate struggle for survival.
Standing beside Fang Zhao, I scanned the crowd when suddenly my gaze froze on a corner.
A familiar figure caught my eye—Lin Wan'er? How could she be here? Had she been captured?
My brows furrowed tightly, a flicker of confusion and unease flashing in my eyes.
Lin Wan'er was disheveled, her hair a tangled mess, and her gaze was filled with terror and despair, with dried blood still staining the corner of her mouth.
She resembled a frightened fawn, curled up in the corner, trembling uncontrollably.
Around her, the members of the Tiger Head Gang pointed and laughed at her with malicious intent.
A wave of inexplicable irritation surged within Fang Zhao as he looked at this pitiable woman, suddenly feeling an unexpected interest in her.
He stood up, pushed through the crowd, and walked towards her.
I was anxious beyond measure, yet felt utterly helpless.
Fang Zhao brought her into a room and shut the door, cutting off the outside commotion.
The room was dimly lit, with only a bedside lamp casting a faint glow.
Lin Wan'er kept her head down, not daring to look at Fang Zhao, her body trembling slightly.
Fang Zhao pulled her into an embrace, but Lin Wan'er recoiled. "Ji Li is much gentler than you, and his power far surpasses yours."
Her words struck Fang Zhao like sharp knives, piercing deep into his heart.
A surge of anger washed over him, hot blood rushing to his head.
He slammed Lin Wan'er against the wall, gripping her throat tightly. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
Then he tossed Lin Wan'er onto the bed.
After that, Fang Zhao confined her to this room, forbidding anyone from approaching.
Two months seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.
A letter suddenly arrived, shattering this brief tranquility.
There was no signature on the envelope, only a few bold words: "To Fang Zhao."
Fang Zhao opened the envelope, finding only a thin sheet of paper inside.
Written on it was a stark message: "Release Lin Wan'er within two hours, or the Tiger Head Gang will be bloodied!"
The handwriting was Ji Li's, arrogant and fierce, coiling around Fang Zhao's nerves like venomous snakes.
Just a few words, yet they carried a heavy scent of blood.
I stole a glance at Lin Wan'er, but she said she was pregnant.
This child... she hesitated, her eyes filled with complexity as she looked at me.
I felt a wave of dizziness; this news detonated in my mind like a bomb.
Whose child is this? Ji Li's, or... Fang Zhao's?
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