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Everyone fell silent when they saw Zhang Yang's serious expression.
"Now that Black Ghost has entered, Brother Black Wolf has become the leader, but the previous chaotic and reckless behavior must change," Zhang Yang said.
Zhang Yang's words prompted deep thought among everyone.
"That's right. It's time for a change. I think we should at least have a name," Black Wolf was the first to speak up. With the leader's statement, there was a chorus of agreement.
"I think we should call ourselves the Black Wind Hall!" Black Bear suggested.
"Haha, Brother Xiong, are you trying to become a bandit? We live in a society governed by law now. I believe we should not only avoid chaos but also steer clear of gambling and drugs. Each of you is smart and capable; why not focus on expanding businesses like bars, KTVs, and bathhouses? In the future, we could even venture into other service industries or real estate, making money openly. Isn't that better?" Zhang Yang said earnestly.
Little Zhuge, Zhu Rui, then added, "Brother Yang means we should establish a legitimate company. However, most people are used to this lifestyle and might find it hard to adapt. Do you have any good ideas, Brother Yang?"
Suddenly, an image of Zhang Xunqiu flashed through Zhang Yang's mind. This man, regarded as an Evil Cult by Gentleman, had a wild and unrestrained style but possessed a determination to punish evil and uphold justice with great ambition.
"Without a name, everyone lacks a sense of belonging. Let's establish a company; it may take some time to set up. For now, how about we call ourselves the Seeking Society? Even if that becomes our official company name later on, it makes sense—aren't there many cooperatives nowadays?" Zhang Yang proposed.
"Seeking Society... I think that's great!" Little Zhuge praised. Black Wolf's eyes lit up as well; Seeking Society sounded much cooler than Black Wind Hall. It had an air of mystery that made it seem like something significant without revealing too much.
Thus, the name Seeking Society was officially decided. The plan to unite with Sha He Shang and target Wang Donghai began to unfold methodically. After finishing their meal, as they were leaving, Black Wolf Han Shenghui took out a thick envelope: "Brother Yang, since you're still in school, take this twenty thousand yuan for now. Don't think it's too little; if my business grows in the future, what's mine will be yours!"
Zhang Yang smiled and accepted it without hesitation, stuffing it into his pocket: "Consider it a loan from you. I've been spending quite a bit lately; once I make some money, I'll definitely pay you back."
"Then I'll charge interest when the time comes!" Black Wolf shrugged it off; once Zhang Yang took it, he didn't worry about it anymore.
"Ha ha ha..." Amid the laughter, Zhang Yang bid farewell to everyone.
At this moment, Wu Liangdong was in his office drinking tea, a cup that had already gone cold. He had just received the news and could hardly believe that Zhang Yang, a mere high school student, had effortlessly taken down the leader of the West District, Black Ghost, with the help of the criminal police team. Moreover, the new leader turned out to be Black Wolf, who seemed to be quite close to Zhang Yang.
Wu Liangdong was unaware that he had crossed paths with Black Wolf before; he was the man who had intervened at Wangchun Tower.
As a Deputy Captain of the Public Security Team with considerable power and the son of the Deputy Mayor, he didn't have much concern for a small gang. However, Zhang Yang was indeed a troublesome character who had connections with a mysterious figure of authority, Shen Zhiyu. Such individuals either needed to be utilized for his benefit or completely eliminated. It was easier said than done, leaving Wu Liangdong feeling quite troubled...
Amid various tensions, time passed quickly.
The chill of spring gradually receded, and the willow branches began to sprout tender buds. Zhang Yang's academic performance showed a significant improvement; for the liberal arts college entrance examination, he needed to take Chinese, Mathematics, Foreign Language, Politics, History, and more. In most subjects, Zhang Yang's grades were among the top in his class, but Mathematics remained a struggle for him, often hovering just above or below passing. This frequently drew disdain from Ding Weiwei, who excelled in math.
Fatty Pan observed that not only had Zhang Yang developed skills and won over the school beauty, but his grades were also climbing steadily. He couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion: he had been too impulsive; this was clearly a blossoming moment. That afternoon after school, Fatty Pan approached Zhang Yang. "Hey, I heard there's a new restaurant called Bone House in the West District. Let's go try it out."
"Sure, I have nothing else to do," Zhang Yang readily agreed.
"Dude, I heard from Li Yifeng that you are actually the true mastermind behind Seeking Society," Fatty Pan said with admiration.
"It's just that Black Wolf Han Shenghui insists on calling me big brother. I told him I'm not responsible for his crew. Aren't you supposed to be studying? Why are you just hanging out with Li Yifeng?" Zhang Yang replied.
"I can't get into college anyway. Li Yifeng said if I can't find a job after graduation, I should just join Seeking Society. You have to look out for me," Fatty Pan said.
"Fatty, you have a sense of loyalty; you're suited for this kind of life. But I advise you to avoid getting into murky waters if there are other options," Zhang Yang said seriously.
"Brother Yang, you think you're so impressive now, but you don't know the frustrations of the hardworking masses. What do you expect me to do? Follow in my dad's footsteps? End up as a foreman, just like him? Without some backing, it's hard to get by," Fatty Pan grumbled.
"Alright, let's talk about it after graduation..." Zhang Yang shook his head.
The signature dish at Bone House is the big bone with chunks of meat and tendons on top, with rich marrow inside. For a meat lover like Fatty Pan, it was undoubtedly a satisfying choice. He gnawed on the meat and slurped the marrow, leaving his mouth greasy.
The two sat at a small table next to a large one occupied by five or six young men with dyed yellow hair and earrings, who were making a ruckus that made everyone's ears itch.
"Hey guys, could you keep it down?" Zhang Yang turned his head to say. His voice was low, and it seemed no one heard him.
"Hey, are you talking to us?" Suddenly, a dark-skinned young man turned around, and the table fell silent.
"Yes, I'll say it again—keep it down," Zhang Yang replied without turning back, popping a peanut into his mouth.
With a clatter, all five or six of them stood up. The dark-skinned young man stepped forward: "You two aren't satisfied with your meat; you want to eat shit instead?"
"If you leave now, I'll pretend I didn't hear what you just said," Zhang Yang's tone suddenly turned cold.
"Damn!" The dark-skinned young man grabbed a corner of the tablecloth and yanked it hard, sending all of Zhang Yang's food and drink crashing to the floor. "Everyone, calm down..." A waiter approached the scene. "Get lost!" One of the young men shoved the waiter, causing him to stumble.
The dark-skinned young man faced Zhang Yang and swung his hand towards Zhang Yang's face. The others watched like spectators at a show.
Then came a scream; the dark-skinned young man's right hand was pierced by a chopstick, and his arm was pressed down onto the table as blood slowly oozed out.
"Fuck!" The other thugs saw this and picked up chairs to smash them over Zhang Yang's head. Zhang Yang kicked the dining table away, crashing it into the two thugs at the front. The chairs missed their target and fell to the ground with a clatter. Fatty Pan knew Zhang Yang's skills and immediately dodged to the side. The waiter at the restaurant nervously dialed the police.
Zhang Yang leaped into the midst of the young men, dispatching them as easily as chopping vegetables. Soon, several people lay on the floor of the restaurant lobby, grimacing in pain. Zhang Yang pulled out money for the meal and handed it to the waiter, casually pointing at the people on the ground: "They will cover all the damages."
"Kid, if you have guts, leave your name. We are from the Seeking Society!" shouted a dark-skinned young man.
"The name Seeking Society sounds impressive, but it's not meant to scare people. If you understand this, tell Han Shenghui that I won't pursue this matter," Zhang Yang said, mentioning Han Shenghui instead of Black Wolf to make it clear he wasn't just talking nonsense. However, these guys didn't buy it. "Fuck, who doesn't know our boss's name? This kid doesn't even dare to leave his name; he's definitely just putting on a show. Hurry up and call for backup," the dark-skinned young man shouted to those beside him.
Zhang Yang and Fatty Pan were waiting for a taxi by a nearby road while smoking. It was lunchtime, and taxis were scarce; after waiting for over ten minutes, they still hadn't seen one.
Instead, two vans arrived with a group of over ten people getting out, all holding "newspapers." It was vaguely discernible that some of them were wrapped around knives, and two of them clearly had their "newspapers" shaped like gun barrels. "It's them! Don't let them get away!" Behind them, the dark-skinned youth and several other unsteady young men rushed forward. The dark-skinned youth had removed his chopsticks and wrapped a white towel around his hand.
Zhang Yang and Fatty Pan were surrounded. A buzz-cut man holding something shaped like a gun barrel stepped forward: "Kid, you're pretty bold to mess with the Seeking Society."
Just as Zhang Yang was about to respond, a black sedan sped toward them with a screech of brakes, kicking up dust as two people got out. Zhang Yang recognized them as Black Wolf Han Shenghui's subordinates, Nickname and Great Victory.
"Are you okay?" Nickname and Great Victory asked almost in unison as they stepped into the crowd.
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