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Chapter 104: Desperation Breeds Change
"What? She ran away?" Rong Wu exclaimed in shock, urgently asking, "What happened?"
"Your sister came asking for money, and she had a confrontation with a young man who spoke disrespectfully. After a few words were exchanged... when people in the company mentioned she was your sister, it scared her off," Tongs explained over the phone.
"Then you need to find her quickly!" Rong Wu felt an inexplicable pang in his heart; he didn't know when this person had started to matter to him.
"Where should I look? She left behind her clothes, phone, and car keys. She just walked away. Binhai is so big; how can I find her?" Tongs replied.
"Wait, I'm coming right now. I'll notify some people and think of a plan," Rong Wu said.
"Okay, hurry up. I can't handle your sister; she's causing a scene in my office," Tongs added.
After hanging up the phone, Rong Wu jogged along the tree-lined path, quickening his pace as he headed toward a residence by the lake. Before long, he was driving a white Chevrolet straight to Binhai...
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Putting down the phone, Tongs looked at Dami and Er Dou standing there dumbfounded. He slapped his hands together twice in frustration and scolded them, "Who the hell scared her off?"
The two exchanged glances and silently began to take off their company-issued uniforms. After folding them neatly and placing their phones on top of the clothes, Dami murmured, "Nie Zong, maybe we should just quit too."
They had come to an agreement; collecting debts was truly not a good job. If it wasn't the debtors cursing or hitting them, it was the creditor's company doing the same. Just look at Brother Mu—after collecting so many debts for the company, what did he end up with? It would be better to change careers early on. Er Dou lowered his head and said, "Nie Zong, I... should leave too. Brother Mu definitely won't dare to come back. We..."
"Damn it... this is ridiculous..." Tongs cursed under his breath, his anger barely contained. The two were so frightened they quickly darted out of the door.
This was how employees in a private lending company operated: they showed up for work based on their own will and left whenever they wanted. There was no obligation between them; they could walk away at any time. They had originally planned to discuss strategies together, but who could have anticipated this turn of events that directly cost them a key member? Fuming, Tongs stormed downstairs.
After a long while, Yingzi, who had been peeking through the crack in the door, quietly stepped out. She had just wiped the tears from her face and instinctively felt that she might have caused trouble. There were only a few people in the company—about five or six—and now three had left. The remaining ones were busy with their tasks, including one cashier and one accountant. The person handling the orders was nervously picking up items from the floor when Yingzi slipped into the finance cubicle. The older man inside was startled and stood up immediately.
"It's fine, it's fine. You sit down. Who was it that made Brother Nie so furious just now?"
"Just someone who came in?"
"Yes, someone who just arrived, and he got so angry at me?"
"Well..."
"Hurry up and tell me."
"Oh, I'm not too sure either. He really just started less than a week ago, but his collection skills are impressive—over a million collected in just a week, all bad debts."
"Oh... right, I think I heard my brother mention someone who went to the police station to collect debts and actually got some back?"
"Yes, that's Xiao Mu."
"Then why not just call him back? What's all this fuss about?"
"Miss, this industry is different. Collectors don't get a salary; they work on commission. So whenever they leave has nothing to do with the company."
That was indeed the case. In a small loan company, they never acknowledged having professional debt collectors. Yingzi felt anxious about the situation and didn't know what to do.
She quietly left Nie Qifeng's company, avoiding the elevator and sneaking out through the emergency exit. As she watched Nie Qifeng enter with a few others, she quickly hid again. Once they were gone, she dashed outside to her car. With a press of the gas pedal and a swift reverse, she made her escape...
B2200, Guan Yiqing paused again at another license plate.
The owner's information and vehicle details quickly appeared in Skynet: Rong Ying, female, 28 years old, registered at Address Huainan, No. 180, Huaiyang Community.
"No wonder we couldn't find Rong Wu; it's because the surname was changed?" Shen Lingchen remarked.
He swiftly wrote a note and handed it to another person, pointing out, "Check this individual in the household registration; this is the name that was canceled."
The name had changed to Rong Wu.
Guan Yiqing continued, "Another car... it seems like it hasn't appeared here before."
"Make a note of it and investigate," Shen Lingchen instructed.
This was an unexpected piece of news. Xiao Mu relayed information over the public phone that he had just accidentally gotten into an argument with Rong Wu's sister. He had made an excuse to leave, and if he had enough leverage now, then Rong Wu should have appeared. They decided to test their abilities to see if they could locate a missing person in Binhai.
It might have been a spur-of-the-moment decision, but now it seemed brilliant. Within an hour, Nie Qifeng personally went downstairs to meet four different strangers. This sudden event even caught Rong Wu's attention; he took one hour and twenty minutes to travel from Golden Lake to Nie Qifeng's company. When he got out of the car, more than ten people were waiting downstairs to greet him.
"Impressive; this is someone truly hidden from view," Shen Lingchen sighed.
Among those welcoming him were drivers of Hummers, BMWs, and at the very least a Land Cruiser. Just by appearances alone, they were not ordinary people. Guan Yiqing clicked his tongue in astonishment as he investigated further: "Half of them are lenders, and half are unemployed drifters with no work unit information. It's like an underground consortium. Does Xiao Mu have such weight?"
"Knowing Rong Wu on the other side is heavy enough," Shen Lingchen replied.
Just as they were pondering this, a nearby officer exclaimed, "Team Leader Shen, this must be the person; the surname has changed. Rong Ying has a background; she has a brother named Rong Wuqian... according to the earliest registration, he should be the current Rong Wu."
"Where is their hometown?" Shen Lingchen asked without turning around.
"Huainan," the officer reported.
"Let's look it up; there should be a story behind it." Shen Lingchen suddenly recalled Xiao Mu's judgment.
"Really?" The officer was surprised.
Shen Lingchen turned his head, and the astonished officer pushed the computer screen in front of him: Rong Guanshan, male, born in 195*; imprisoned in 199* for robbery. The case involved the theft of 110,000 cash from the Savings Institution. He was captured in April of the same year and sentenced to death three months later.
Rong Guanshan was indeed the father of Rong Wu.
"This was a major case back then; a savings clerk was shot dead. Out of three perpetrators, two received death sentences, and one got a suspended death sentence," the officer examining the case couldn't help but exclaim.
"This case might be far more serious than we imagined."
Shen Lingchen pondered. Those with obsessions either become enlightened or turn into demons; they never lead mundane lives until their end.
This was what Xiao Mu had told him about the psychological analysis of Rong Wu. The crux of the matter likely lay here, and this realization unsettled Shen Lingchen. The massive theft case, Xu Gang's disappearance, suspected murder to silence witnesses, and around Rong Wu were these skilled Strange Persons of the Jianghu. What had this orphan of a Death Row Inmate been doing all these years?
He contemplated for a moment before hurriedly leaving...
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At the Golden Summit Microloan Company located in the National Building, a gathering of distinguished guests filled the room. They had been urgently summoned because they were looking for a delicate young man who happened to be quite famous. One person even recognized him and exclaimed to Tongs, "Hey, I know this guy."
"You know him too?" Tongs asked curiously.
"Of course! It's Old Mu. He used to lend us money when I first started in this business. He even taught me how to spend his father's money... His father is a big boss who owns hotels." The speaker was a fellow industry member who surprisingly had some history with him.
As everyone was curious about the photo on their phones, after hearing this, they gathered around to ask questions and quickly understood that he was just another spoiled rich kid whose parents couldn't keep him in check—a foolish one at that. These people were generous with their spending and quick to repay debts; they were the favorites of usurers.
Xiao Mu's past was already well-known to Tongs. He chuckled and glanced at Rong Wu, who awkwardly said, "Could you all help us out? There was a little misunderstanding earlier, and Xiao Mu ran off... Oh, don't get me wrong, he's now our partner."
"What? You partnered with him? Seriously?"
"Surprised, huh? Do you know what this young master's greatest strength is?"
"What's that?"
"Money. He can recover over a million in bad debts in just a week with us."
"Could it be... the police station's accounts are about him too?"
"What do you think?"
"That's true; with his background, he wouldn't fear those Striped Uniforms."
"Wrong. He was kicked out by his father long ago. He does this work based on his own abilities."
As they chatted, Rong Wu and Nie Qifeng exchanged pleasantries. This task wasn't difficult; when they parted ways, the big shots pulled out their phones and sent out pictures of Young Master Mu, creating a citywide search network in an instant. The team at Golden Ding Company escorted the visitors downstairs and arranged for a dinner meeting to get things started. Everyone's response was relaxed; finding someone in Binhai wasn't a tough job.
Once the visitors left, Rong Wu asked Nie Qifeng, "What about Yingzi?"
"Oh, I haven't seen her; she probably slipped away in the chaos," Nie Qifeng replied. Noticing Rong Wu's low spirits, he gently advised, "Wuzi, I’m not trying to speak harshly, but Yingzi is becoming more and more outrageous. She doesn't act like a girl anymore—street racing, dog fighting, gambling; she's practically becoming the queen of Dongjiang... Maybe consider sending her abroad to settle down."
Rong Wu's expression darkened further. He looked at Nie Qifeng and opened his mouth to say something but ended up letting out a long sigh instead, speechless.
He got into the car and left, likely to futilely lecture his sister again—the one who brought him countless troubles.
Every family has its own struggles. Nie Qifeng thought about this brother-sister pair and could only shake his head in silence.
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Harmonious Credit, Auspicious Guarantee, Bridge Commerce, Yiye Auction… A stream of information made Shen Lingchen ecstatic.
This was a direct reflection of various clues interwoven through checking vehicles and then individuals, allowing Shen Lingchen to intuitively see the connections of Rong Wu and Nie Qifeng. Almost all their networks converged at Usury and the auction house. The place where the clues in the case of Wang Zihua ultimately vanished was also the auction house. What kind of mystery lay within? His instincts told him he was close to uncovering it.
Whether it was famous paintings or jade artifacts, as stolen goods, they held no value in the hands of ordinary people. It was impossible to openly sell them. Yet, this group certainly had the ability to transform stolen goods into wealth.
But were they? If it was indeed them, just as Xiao Mu said, having completed their initial accumulation, they no longer needed to engage in petty theft. The only way to pin them down would be to find the stolen goods from back then. Had they consumed everything, or did they still have some left? Even if it was them, who exactly were they? Who was the mastermind? Who had the skills to pick locks? How many participated… The detailed investigative procedures from law enforcement would undoubtedly add unprecedented difficulty to the case.
After a brief moment of excitement, he was filled with heavy doubts. When he arrived at the agreed location after driving for several dozen kilometers into the outskirts, he frowned. He had arranged for the driver to head back first and got out of the car. In a shaded area, he dialed Xiao Mu's emergency contact number while observing his surroundings, which resembled a seaside fishing town.
Soon after, a whistle caught his attention. Turning around, he saw Xiao Mu waving at him from the rooftop of a Residence. Shen Lingchen made his way up. He was quite surprised by this affluent area; every household had several small villas, and high-end vehicles lined the streets… Wait? That didn’t seem right; why did it look like there were a few buses?
Upon entering, he realized this wasn’t strictly a Residence, but had been transformed into a luxurious entertainment venue. On the sunshade-covered terrace, Xiao Mu was already seated, pouring himself a drink as hot dishes were being served.
“What is this place?” Shen Lingchen asked curiously.
“It’s a Residence. Nowadays, big hotels are struggling with business, so leaders and officials have started relocating their bases. The more secluded and distant, the better business gets. Here, you can enjoy fresh seafood and sleep with beautiful flight attendants; it’s all provided,” Xiao Mu explained jokingly. However, Shen Lingchen seemed oblivious to the humor and curiously retorted, “Oh? Don’t tell me you don’t understand this kind of Case Situation?”
“I’ve heard about it but still find it hard to believe,” Shen Lingchen replied as he looked around at the decor that rivaled five-star hotels. He couldn’t doubt it any longer.
“Then I’ll treat you today! Ah, I’ve been too diligent lately and earned quite a bit without anywhere to spend it. I need to reward myself properly… Come on, let’s fill our glasses.” Xiao Mu poured yellow wine while serving seafood dishes that must have cost a fortune. For someone like Shen Lingchen, who was used to simple meals, it felt somewhat daunting.
Seeing his expression, Xiao Mu chuckled: “Look at you! This is just something unfamiliar; why hold such a fearful attitude? Honestly, once you take a look, it’s not that intimidating.”
“Are you talking about the case?” Shen Lingchen asked curiously.
"I mean the plate on the table... go ahead," Xiao Mu said with a smile, picking up a large piece of crab leg for Shen Lingchen. Shen Lingchen chuckled, "Alright, I guess I should just comply. Strictly speaking, you should thank me; if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have had the chance to experience this undercover journey—pimping, extortion, collecting usury... tsk, tsk, tsk. Mu, I see your mental state is getting better and better."
Indeed, it was quite good. As he was munching away, Xiao Mu chuckled; it seemed he had already begun to savor the thrill of illegal activities. He raised his cup and said, "Talking about money is so vulgar; the key isn't money."
"What is it then?"
"Presence, control... Maslow's hierarchy of needs. The higher-level needs of a person are spiritual. If you can feel that sense of presence and control spiritually, then your life is a success..."
"Come on, tell me what has you so excited today. It seems you've discovered something?"
"Hehe, you know me well, Commissioner Shen! Haha... I've realized that my previous line of thought was wrong; I can't depict it as a relationship tree."
Typically, gang organizations are described using hierarchical relationship trees, which can most intuitively reflect the composition of the group. At this point, Shen Lingchen listened intently; this was precisely what had been troubling him. Xiao Mu explained that it wasn't just a simple tree structure but a more complex and intricate circular relationship diagram.
In short, it's like a circle of friends. Assuming Rong Wu is at the center, his small circle might consist of only a few people; one strong executor in the outer circle could build a larger circle; and as the outer circle expands outward, it forms an even bigger circle. Xiao Mu sketched on the table: the first layer was Rong Wu; the second layer included Nie Qifeng and others; the third layer comprised Ma Yubing, Mao Shiping, Pan Shuanglong, He Shi, etc.; and the fourth layer consisted of Xiao Mu and his group of rascals and scoundrels.
"Oh, that makes sense. The inner layer sees the outer layer clearly, while the outer layer is shrouded in fog when looking at the inner layer. If that's the case, perhaps Pan Shuanglong doesn't actually know who 'Brother Five' is," Shen Lingchen asked. Having long sought an answer to this enigma, Xiao Mu's explanation prompted him to reconsider its rationality from a new perspective.
"It's like the different social strata; just like everyone talks about creating myths—stories and truths always have gaps between them. For example: Brother Five?" Xiao Mu reminded Shen Lingchen with a smile.
"Oh right... it's very possible that You Bisheng's Brother Five is Nie Qifeng, while Pan Shuanglong's Brother Five might be someone else. Then Ma Yubing, Mao Shiping, and that Cripple He Shi's Brother Five might not be the same person either... just like how knowing there's a leader earns respect across different levels," Shen Lingchen said.
"Exactly! And I feel that You Bisheng is being evasive for a reason. From my perspective, this gang should be decisive and leave no loose ends. Just look at how quickly they vanished without a trace; they left behind their business without any regrets... So that raises a question: how could such decisive people spare You Bisheng's life?" Xiao Mu asked.
"Are you suggesting..." Shen Lingchen inquired.
"Absolutely black eating black! You Bisheng only disclosed people but not matters; it's highly likely that's the reason," Xiao Mu joked. He understood bad people too well—just as well as he understood his own mindset.
Shen Lingchen pondered for a moment and nodded; his thoughts were largely aligned with Xiao Mu's. He organized his thoughts and asked, "How did you come to this conclusion?"
"Human weakness," Xiao Mu said, "the moment Rong Wu's sister appeared, I suddenly felt enlightened. Every person with attachments tends to close off their circle when doing something wrong, fearing repercussions that might harm their loved ones, especially people like them... Only through such isolation can they achieve the effects they need... Moreover, they might have even heavier cases to deal with."
At that moment, Xiao Mu was no longer the same person he had been when they first met. The mediocrity, boredom, and aimless drifting had vanished from him. Shen Lingchen looked at him and chuckled quietly; this guy seemed to thrive in adventurous and stimulating environments. With this thought in mind, he pulled out his phone and handed it to Xiao Mu, saying, "There's a message that might interest you."
Xiao Mu glanced at it and exclaimed, "What the hell!" He then began to read it carefully, sitting there like a statue for a while without moving.
Shen Lingchen smiled as he entered a contemplative mode, sipping his drink while waiting for Xiao Mu to react and return the phone. He asked, "What do you think?"
Xiao Mu picked up his chopsticks only to put them down again repeatedly, his eyes filled with suspicion as he said, "This must indicate an antisocial personality; there's no room for redemption here."
"How so?" Shen Lingchen asked curiously.
"Looking back in time, he was 17 and his sister was 8—one just starting to understand the world and the other still a child. What would it feel like for their father to be executed under such circumstances? In our country back then, executions were public spectacles—bound tightly, with death notices posted everywhere and crowds gathering to watch... The impact of such an event on one's character is unparalleled; it's understandable how someone could become anything after that," Xiao Mu explained.
"He's just a Death Row Inmate; there's nothing unjust about his execution," Shen Lingchen emphasized.
"Human nature and the legal system are at odds, my friend. For outsiders witnessing such scenes, it would be utterly horrifying... Imagine if your father was executed when you were still a minor, surrounded daily by pitying and disgusted gazes. Who would say that you're just the child of a Death Row Inmate? Do you think you could grow up normally?" Xiao Mu provided an example.
Shen Lingchen found himself at a loss for words. Comparing himself to them, he said, "My father was just an honest worker."
Xiao Mu countered, "So you can't understand their mindset. You find them despicable, but they surely see all 'normal' people as despicable too."
Oh right, otherwise they wouldn't treat someone like Xiao Mu differently.
Shen Lingchen reviewed their profiles: after dropping out of school, Rong Wu had no records except for a few years of work experience. But Rong Ying's situation was strange; her household registration only arrived in Binhai after her family bought a house years ago. Before that, she had attended middle school and high school normally and even went to university in Binhai. However, her conduct was extremely poor—she had been involved in fights with unemployed individuals twice and faced penalties for illegal street racing multiple times. The police station's records on her were thick.
"Damn! She's quite the delinquent!"
Xiao Mu was taken aback; Rong Wu gave him an impression of elegance that was worlds apart from her sister. However, he quickly realized this and looked touched. When Shen Lingchen asked him about it, Xiao Mu sighed and said, "I understand now; an elder brother is like a father. Rong Wu might be similar to my dad—under his indulgence, things went awry."
Shen Lingchen smiled but chose not to delve deeper into the topic for fear of stirring up Xiao Mu's emotions.
The two of them ate and drank, their conversation growing more animated. Regarding Xiao Mu's increasingly excited, ambitious, and positive attitude, Shen Lingchen always felt something was off. A informant should at least show some resentment, laziness, or negativity; after all, having studied Abnormal Psychology, it shouldn't be this excessively positive.
As they discussed today's discoveries, upon hearing that so many people had emerged, Xiao Mu became excited and told Shen Lingchen, "Look, it's an unexpected gain. Let's give it a good try; I'll lay low for a few days."
"You’re not trying to slack off, are you?" Shen Lingchen asked.
"How could I slack off? I already have a rough plan in mind. Do you want to uproot these people?" Xiao Mu asked directly.
"Of course! Isn't that what I've been dreaming of?" Shen Lingchen replied.
"Then it's simple. You just need to reshape me," Xiao Mu said.
The leap in thought was too great for Shen Lingchen to follow. He curiously asked, "What do you mean?"
"What is the main factor in maintaining a gang's relationship?"
"Interests."
"If we want to break this balance, what's the most direct way?"
"First, break the balance of interests."
"Exactly! Listen to me..."
While eating, Xiao Mu began strategizing with Shen Lingchen. Previously, the outer layer had been supplying benefits to the inner layer for several years. If this assumption held true, then this gang had successfully built their financial empire with strong control. Even if Pan Shuanglong and Ma Yubing's layer encountered issues now, it wouldn't affect the core interests of the inner layer. Therefore, to find a flaw, one must disrupt this balance.
"But how do we reshape you?" Shen Lingchen still didn't understand.
"If there’s a group of people whose vested interests are threatened; if there’s a group that occupies their territory and takes away what originally belonged to them; or even if we can snatch away part of their interests—wouldn't this imbalance make many people restless? Suzhou and Hangzhou have been operating there for many years. Many items from the theft case two years ago have appeared there," Xiao Mu asked with a smile.
Shen Lingchen took a deep breath, excitement bubbling within him. He murmured, "Right, if someone were to take over the business that Ma Yubing, Mao Shiping, and Cripple have worked so hard to build, those three would definitely not swallow that anger. Pan Shuanglong has a small gang too, but we can't even find them now. If we could also bring in Pan Shuanglong's people... it should cut off a certain someone's source of Black Money. If at this time, we could create some economic issues for Rong Wu, their alliance would easily break apart, and we might even pry open Pan Shuanglong's mouth..."
"Exactly, just give me my people, and I'll handle this," Xiao Mu chimed in cheerfully, volunteering himself for the task.
Damn it, there's something fishy here. Shen Lingchen scrutinized Xiao Mu from head to toe, chuckling as he warned him, "Kid, you're getting more and more reckless. I can't help you with this."
"Did I ever ask for your help? You should help yourself," Xiao Mu scoffed.
Shen Lingchen pondered Xiao Mu's intentions and suddenly had a lightbulb moment. "I think I understand. You've tasted success and want to take advantage of the situation for your own gain?"
"What's wrong with that? Aren't you tightening your belt for a revolution?" Xiao Mu retorted.
This line of reasoning made Shen Lingchen think for quite a while. After a long pause, he uncertainly replied, "It might take too long."
"On the contrary, it won't take long at all. No one dares to wait until I've gained power before making a move; by then, it will be too late... Be careful; while you can't find Old Cripple's whereabouts, you're overlooking Big Gourd's two brothers. They've spent the longest time with He Shi. The thieves called by Panzi might know a large part of them. These people are still out there; between the unknown dangers and me as an unstable factor, who will you choose to support?" Xiao Mu said with a sidelong glance and a smile.
This was also psychological warfare; in a moment of inspiration, Xiao Mu unintentionally found an opportunity to further his own agenda.
"A month," Shen Lingchen mused for a long time before stating firmly, "If there's no effect in a month, I'll have to dismantle your little organization."
"Deal. But you need to ease up on Suzhou and Hangzhou; with such heavy pressure, how are we supposed to survive?" Xiao Mu directly voiced his concerns.
"I won't agree to any of your demands," Shen Lingchen replied with a smile, adding in a quieter tone, "But they will definitely need to relax for a month; even the police need a break. Who knows? I might organize some teams for training."
"Heh heh, that's more like it. I really appreciate how you handle shameless things with such noble intentions," Xiao Mu said politely.
"What about Rong Wu?" Shen Lingchen asked; this organization had become untraceable and had shifted to legitimate business.
"Heh heh, once he finds me, he should see me in a new light. In fact, from the moment he didn't throw me into the sea, it was already destined that he couldn't escape your tracking... Shall we drink to that?" Xiao Mu said with a smile.
"Alright, let's raise a glass to the soon-to-emerge Brother Mu... This time, bringing the crew back should be much more glorious than running a brothel," Shen Lingchen said with a smile as he lifted his glass.
The two cups clinked heavily together.
On this day, Li Xiaoyong, who was still in detention, was released early due to his outstanding behavior. Dazed and confused, he stepped out of the detention center and suddenly turned around, only to find the person he had been longing for waiting for him at the corner of the street.
Longing had torn his heart apart, and tears flowed like rivers when they met. Erhu Lu cried with snot and tears, but they had made it through. "Brother, you have no idea! Inside, I was literally shoveling shit and growing vegetables every day. I couldn't even get fresh produce! I just wanted to get out and see the Brothers."
Where there was one, there were many. Erhu Lu found the remnants of Big Gourd hiding in suburban houses to avoid trouble. When brothers reunited, joy was abundant. Big Gourd called back those who had fallen into petty crime on the streets, gathering seven or eight people in a day. By the next day, their numbers doubled as Liu Yang and his group of Rascals came to join. Everyone was stirred up by Xiao Mu, realizing that things were getting tough in Binhai, so they decided to return to their base.
A group returned to the old grounds of Suzhou and Hangzhou. At this moment, the once-stronghold of Cangji Village was in a vacuum after being hit hard. As the winds of change passed, those who had been hiding began to show themselves; the scoundrels who had been driven away started to test the waters again. The return of Small Gourd and Big Gourd was loud and proud. In one night, they gathered all the scum hiding in corners under their banner. This new force swiftly crushed or absorbed small gangs involved in scams and theft around Cangji and Zhengmin Road, establishing new organizations and rules with lightning speed.
The era of Lame Brother had come to an end; thus began the era of Wood Master.
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