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The Rising Dragon Club was adorned with large slabs of blue stone and marble, with decorations primarily made of gold and silver foil. The blue and white jade was particularly dazzling. Cheng Zihu had been building this association for over a decade, and apart from this, he had no other significant enterprises. It wasn't that he lacked the capability or energy to develop other businesses; it was just that establishments like bars and saunas were unworthy distractions that couldn't compare to this association. This clearly demonstrated how strong the association's money-making ability was, while at the same time, it highlighted how difficult it would be for Hurricane to bite into this bone.
However, since they had already taken action, the directive from Hurricane's senior management was clear: they must seize the ownership of the Rising Dragon Club. Otherwise, merely obtaining management rights over those trivial establishments would be a waste of this excellent opportunity.
Jufeng stepped into the main hall, which was already under complete control by Hurricane, with over ten brothers guarding the area. In a corner of the hall, in an inconspicuous lounge area, a large group of young men and women dressed as staff were either sitting or standing, looking anxious and clearly startled by the imposing presence of the black-clad men in the hall.
Seeing this, Romain frowned slightly and whispered a few words to Xue before following one of his subordinates upstairs.
Xue stayed behind to deal with the group of innocent staff members. Although the young man wasn't particularly compassionate, he was unwilling to engage in actions that would provoke public outrage.
Xue walked slowly to the front of the crowd, his gaze sweeping over them. The staff members of the Rising Dragon Club were all quite young, only slightly older than him, their youthful faces still showing signs of immaturity. They were evidently ordinary employees with no ties to Cheng Zihu's underworld dealings.
Among the crowd were a few young men who showed little fear; instead, they appeared indignant and ready to argue if not for their friends holding them back.
Xue shook his head helplessly and smiled. This world truly had its share of self-righteous and reckless youths everywhere. It seemed that school education had deeply ingrained in them a belief that they could reason their way through any situation. However, rules and reasoning weren't absolute; what you considered your logic might not hold for others. Ultimately, relying solely on passion and eloquence wouldn't lead to significant achievements.
Xue didn't want those few hot-headed youths arguing with him; while he wasn't afraid, it would be tiresome. So before they could speak up, he took the initiative.
"Everyone, please don't be afraid. We mean no harm; we are here because the Rising Dragon Club is heavily in debt. Starting tomorrow, it will change ownership. I wonder how you all feel about continuing to work under the new boss? Therefore, I propose the following resolution."
"From today onward, the Rising Dragon Club will undergo three days of restructuring before reopening. If you wish to continue working here, your current benefits will remain unchanged; you can return to work after three days. If you prefer to seek other opportunities, we won't force you to stay. You can settle any outstanding payments after three days; we will not withhold any of your hard-earned money. As for the labor contracts you previously signed with the Rising Dragon Club, they will be redrafted after three days."
"To express our sincerity, regardless of whether you choose to stay or leave after three days, we will compensate you for these three days' losses at double your daily wage. That's all I have to say; thank you."
As Xue's smile faded from view at the end of his speech, the staff exchanged glances in shock; even those few eager young men were left pondering something.
Xue turned around and followed Jufeng's footsteps upstairs, feeling exhilarated. It seemed that stepping back from his previous life could lead him to a role as a lobby manager—training people and chatting casually could also be quite enjoyable.
Jufeng's approach was undoubtedly a soothing policy; although these grassroots personnel might seem insignificant, they formed the foundation for the operation of the Rising Dragon Club. If they wanted to minimize losses and get back on track quickly, they needed to rely on them.
Thus, it was essential to offer them some sweet incentives.
As they passed through the corridor, they reached two ancient wooden staircases at the end—impressive in their craftsmanship. Jufeng ascended the stairs and arrived on the second floor.
Cheng Zihu never understood what inspired the design of this Association, which had no elevator between the first and second floors. There were two freight elevators, but they were located on the back side of the Association, meant solely for goods and unable to alleviate the flow of guests. If someone wanted to go up, they had to climb the stairs themselves.
Upon reaching the second floor and turning two corners, he found himself in front of several elegantly decorated rooms. This was where the Senior Management of the Rising Dragon Society usually gathered, but today it was surrounded by Hurricane personnel, making it nearly impossible to enter.
Jufeng walked straight toward the innermost room, flanked by Hurricane brothers who stood at attention along the way, nodding and greeting him with, "Brother Jufeng."
At the end of the corridor, he turned around; the door was slightly ajar. Jufeng pushed it open without hesitation, exuding a sense of determination.
...
Cheng Zihu had never imagined that at the peak of his life, he would face his most devastating Waterloo in his Underworld journey.
He arrived in Washing City at seventeen, entered the Underworld at twenty-three, and at twenty-nine assassinated the Underworld boss he had always trusted most. He then took in his subordinates and founded the Rising Dragon Society, achieving glory until now. However, today, this forty-five-year-old man felt regret for the first time.
Perhaps he should not have been greedy and stirred up trouble in Hurricane's murky waters.
Since Tong Bailong burst through the door, Cheng Zihu knew that today's assassination had failed and that he would undoubtedly face a furious retaliation from Hurricane. Once inside, Tong Bailong said nothing extra; he tore a piece of cloth to bandage his arm and boldly sat down on a chair by the door, blocking the only exit from the room.
When Tong Bailong and his Hurricane Brothers charged into the Rising Dragon Club, Cheng Zihu reacted promptly by sending most of his remaining brothers out to confront them. Still arrogant, he didn't even consider fleeing.
However, after waiting for a moment, it was not his brothers who returned to the room but a burly man. Cheng Zihu knew it was over. The few people beside him were his long-time bodyguards; their instincts warned them of an inexplicable fear toward this giant. After exchanging glances with Cheng Zihu, they decided not to act for now.
On the second floor corridor where Tong Bailong had come through, there had originally been a dozen people sprawled out in various positions. But before Jufeng arrived, they had all been dealt with—those severely injured were sent to the hospital while others were expelled from the Rising Dragon Club.
So when Jufeng arrived, a faint smell of blood still lingered in the air.
Since Tong Bailong entered, both sides had been at a standoff for over half an hour. During this time, aside from one instance when a Hurricane brother brought lunch to Tong Bailong, no one else had interrupted them. The room was spacious enough for four people; aside from Tong Bailong occasionally chewing his food, it was deathly silent.
Until Jufeng suddenly pushed open the door.
Hearing the noise, Tong Bailong turned his head while still chewing on noodles; half of it hung dripping at the corner of his mouth. Upon seeing Jufeng, a smile flickered at the corner of his eye as he shifted aside to make room for him.
Cheng Zihu sat on the sofa when he heard the door open. He looked up to see a sunny young man walk in. After exchanging a smile with Tong Bailong, the young man slowly took a seat in front of Cheng Zihu.
Seeing Jufeng settle down, Cheng Zihu clenched his fists, knowing that a fierce battle was about to begin. Being at a disadvantage, he couldn't afford to be on the defensive. After some contemplation, he decided to speak first.
With a beaming smile, Cheng Zihu was about to open his mouth when unexpectedly, a slap suddenly came from two meters away.
"Smack! Bang!"
Cheng Zihu received a slap, and one of his bodyguards stumbled back two steps, crashing into the wardrobe behind him.
"This slap is for your assassination attempt on me."
(To be continued)
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