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The arrival of the uninvited guest instantly tightened the atmosphere that had been festive and lively.
Many eyes darted back and forth between Zhou Yinkun and Tuo Sha, fully aware that among Sai Peng's two sons, the elder was the designated heir, residing in Thailand, while the younger son, Zhou Yinkun, was a wanderer with no fixed abode, spending most of his time flying across Myanmar, India, Iran, and all over Asia, rarely staying in Thailand.
Yet this time, he had deliberately come for Tuo Sha's sixtieth birthday. Moreover, it seemed he did not come with good intentions.
The rumors surrounding Zhou Yinkun were vastly different from what people knew about Zhou Yaohui. Zhou Yaohui had a personality akin to Sai Peng; it was precisely because of his steady and low-key demeanor that the old man had chosen him as the successor. Additionally, Zhou Yaohui maintained close ties with both the Thai government and military. In recent years, as Sai Peng sought to reduce his drug business and clean up his identity, Zhou Yaohui had been traveling around to handle matters effectively.
In contrast, Zhou Yinkun was the opposite of his father and elder brother. At just twenty-five years old, he had already gained infamy. He dabbled in all sorts of businesses related to gambling and drugs, acting on impulse without adhering to any rules. By the age of fifteen or sixteen, he had dodged more bullets than he had meals. Later on, when Sai Peng entrusted him with a militia, it was meant to serve as a protective charm; however, after taking charge, Zhou Yinkun became increasingly brazen and arrogant. By the time Sai Peng wanted to rein him in, it was already too late.
The man strolled over leisurely. "Uncle Tuo, why the favoritism? My old man doesn’t only have one son; why invite one and leave out another?"
Tuo Sha sensed the underlying meaning in his words. Although he knew what kind of person Zhou Yinkun was, given his relationship with Sai Peng, he didn’t expect Zhou Yinkun to cause a scene at his sixtieth birthday banquet; surely he would consider face.
"Ah, Kun is here," Tuo Sha said with a smile. "You’ve been away from Thailand for so long; it’s hard to find you when we want to invite you. Come sit at the main table; let the kids move aside."
The only child currently at the main table was Song En. When his grandfather spoke, he dared not disobey; he nodded and relinquished his seat.
"Wait."
Song En suddenly felt a chill down his back as a powerful hand gripped the nape of his neck like a snake. The hand was hot and dry, holding a cigarette between its fingers, ash falling onto his shoulder and burning him slightly.
Then a handsome face leaned in closer. "This is Uncle Tuo's grandson, right? Why is this little guy so rude? Doesn’t he know how to greet people?"
Tuo Sha's expression shifted slightly.
However, Zhou Yinkun showed no intention of releasing Song En.
"Song En, call him Uncle Kun."
Song En's neck stiffened; he realized clearly that this person was looking for trouble. It was his grandfather's sixtieth birthday celebration, and he hoped nothing unexpected would happen.
Reluctantly, he complied: "Uncle Kun."
Though he disliked being called 'uncle,' his status dictated otherwise. Zhou Yinkun smiled. "Pour me a glass of wine."
Song En glanced at Tuo Sha, who frowned slightly. "Kun, if you have something to say, talk to me."
Zhou Yinkun watched as Song En obediently poured the wine, then glanced at Tuo Sha. “Uncle, I’m just here to toast. Why so nervous?”
He released his grip on Song En's neck and casually draped an arm over the boy’s shoulder, pressing the burning cigarette against Song En's bare arm, which was exposed by his short sleeves.
“Uh...” Song En let out a muffled groan as the wine spilled.
The cigarette burned a hole in his sleeve, and it took a couple of twists before it finally extinguished against his skin.
Zhou Xiaxia was startled and nearly cried out. She quickly covered her mouth, looking at Song En with a mix of fear and concern.
“Zhou Yinkun,” Tuo Sha said, eyeing Song En’s injured arm. “Don’t go too far.”
Before he could finish, a dark gun barrel was suddenly aimed at Tuo Sha's temple.
No one had noticed how the heavily tattooed man had blended into the crowd or when he had gotten so close to Tuo Sha.
Zhou Xiaxia recognized him; she had seen him at her family’s villa entrance when he called out “Brother Kun.”
“Don’t touch my grandfather!”
In an instant, Song En grabbed the wine bottle and swung it at Zhou Yinkun. The strength of a teenage boy should not be underestimated, but the man merely scoffed and easily seized Song En's wrist, twisting it effortlessly.
With a sharp crack, Song En cried out in pain as the bottle fell to the ground. His right hand hung limply, as if his wrist and hand had been separated.
At that moment, the henchmen who had been held back on the first floor finally charged up. They surrounded the third floor, guns aimed directly at Zhou Yinkun.
The situation flipped in an instant.
Just when Zhou Xiaxia thought Zhou Yinkun would retreat after causing chaos and being surrounded, he seemed oblivious to the dark gun barrels pointed at him and instead focused on the glass of wine that Song En had poured.
“Uncle, you’ve done something so outrageous. Here I am, as your junior, coming to toast you. Why are you still bullying people?”
Zhou Yinkun tilted his head to look at the sweating yet stubbornly silent Song En. “Does it hurt?”
Song En gritted his teeth and remained silent.
“It’s like this,” Zhou Yinkun explained patiently. “Your grandfather bullied me, so according to our hierarchy, I have to bully you. Can’t very well bully an elder now, can I?”
The tone sounded normal, but the actions were completely contrary.
"Ah—"
Song En's injured right hand was suddenly pressed against the table by the man, causing him to nearly collapse from the pain. Little did he know, an even more painful event was about to unfold.
No one expected that Zhou Yinkun, whose hand had been tucked in his pocket, would pull out a small yet extremely sharp Swiss Army knife. Without any hesitation, he pressed the blade against Song En's pinky finger and sliced down.
"Song En!"
Zhou Xiaxia's legs went weak as she collapsed onto the floor, her mouth agape in disbelief as she watched blood flow from the table to the ground.
Tuo Sha's eyes turned crimson, veins bulging on his forehead. "Zhou Yinkun! Zhou Yinkun!"
The man called by name casually tossed aside the knife, allowing Song En to fall to the ground, clutching his hand. A Yao had his gun aimed at Tuo Sha's head, and everyone on the third floor dared not move.
Zhou Yinkun picked up the severed finger from the table and examined it. Then, right in front of Tuo Sha, he tossed it into a glass of liquor. The drink instantly turned a vivid red with the addition of human flesh.
He then picked up the glass and approached Tuo Sha with a smile. "Uncle Tuo Sha, may you live a long life."
With that, he tilted the glass, letting the liquid slowly spill onto the floor as the severed finger dropped at Tuo Sha's feet.
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