"Huh? Isn't that Boss Lu from Dafa Casino? What's he doing here? He looks like that young underling? Am I seeing things..."
"What? Husband? Casino?" the woman screamed.
"I'm talking about video games, you idiot, you pig-brained bastard, how did I end up marrying someone like you..."
"If you won't marry me, who else do you want to marry? Lydia Shum or Sadako?"
"You're so vicious!"
...
Li Yang watched them leave, then laughed and said, "The second and third brothers went, right? How many people stayed?"
Tie Dan chuckled coldly, "Ten men per person are enough. Our men aren't just pretty faces; they're all show and no substance!"
"That's right, one against ten is no problem! The second brother and his hundred or so men can take down Haizhu District without Wang Miao in charge. It's as easy as sweeping away fallen leaves in autumn!" Lu Da laughed smugly.
"Yes, it's very easy. Plans really do change quickly. I was just wondering how to deal with those bastards from Wang Temple! And then this happened. Dad, you're really my lucky star!" Li Yang said with a smile, patting his father's shoulder.
Li Dongming was stunned by what he had just witnessed, looking at his son with a strange expression. He hesitated and asked, "Are you still my son?"
Chapter 331: Betrayal
"Should we get a paternity test?" Li Yang rolled his eyes. Damn it, if he's not your son, why should I stand up for you?
“My son is a timid, cowardly, and honest student, you—you don’t seem like that!” Li Dongming shook his head.
"Tch—your son is a good-for-nothing, okay? I don't want to be that kind of person. Now it's great, I have face wherever I go. Besides, if I were still the old me, would you have a car to drive? Wouldn't I still be worrying about daily necessities like firewood, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea? Wouldn't I be pulling my hair out from worrying about my tuition fees? I've had enough of being that kind of person. The person I am now is the one I want to be the most," Li Yang said calmly.
"Looks like you've really grown up, and I'm getting old!" Li Dongtian sighed. Li Yang was telling the truth; didn't he also want his son to succeed and achieve great things?
"You're not old, why don't you go to the sauna tonight to loosen up your bones?" Li Yang teased.
"You bastard! If your mother hears this, she'll skin you alive!" Li Dongming, rarely seen with such a flushed face, scolded. What kind of son is this? Encouraging his father to go to a sauna for a massage and... you know... massage?
"Hehe, just kidding, it helps relieve cardiovascular problems. Um, this car got scratched, here's 100,000 yuan, take it to get it fixed!" Li Yang pulled out a bundle of money and threw it into the car, saying casually.
Li Dongming was stunned for a moment, then shook his head. His son was indeed amazing. He casually threw away 100,000 yuan, which was about the price of this car.
Sigh, how long it used to take me to struggle for 10,000 yuan, and now? 100,000 yuan is just a casual remark. Life changes so much, so fast.
"Alright. Be careful!" Li Dongming knew that what his son was doing was dangerous, but his son had chosen his own path and seemed to be doing quite well, so as his father, he could only support him.
"Don't worry. In Jiangdong City, we're the ones who bully others, no one can bully us. I have the imperial sword," Li Yang reassured his father.
"Oh? That's good." Li Dongming's eyes lit up, he breathed a sigh of relief, got into the car and drove away.
"Boss, hehe, another 500,000 made!" Lu Da, the money-grubber, counted the money in the sack, which was what Wang Miao's underling had just tossed out. Yes, tossing out 500,000 and getting a million back in the blink of an eye—everyone knows it's a huge profit!
"I wonder if Wang Miao will be furious when he gets back and sees the scene. He's been putting up with all this provocation here, only to be met with chaos when he gets back. He might as well have given up and fought us right here, and died a quick death. Hehe, I bet he'll be so depressed when he gets back!" Tie Dan said gloatingly.
"Heh heh, you think you're so great!" Luda laughed.
"Let's go take a look. He's the head of a district, after all. We can't refuse him!" Li Yang chuckled and waved his hand.
"Hehe, okay."
Everyone got into the car and left.
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Haizhu District, located in the westernmost suburbs of Jiangdong City, is a relatively underdeveloped area. However, it is still part of Jiangdong City and is more developed than most prefecture-level cities. It has a lot of lucrative businesses and many bars and nightclubs.
Wang Miao is doing quite well here, earning several million yuan a year, which is not bad.
But when he helped the nearly paralyzed Ma Fengjun and a group of his underlings back to their hideout in Tianhe District, they were met with a scene of utter chaos, his underlings groaning all over the ground, and their establishment wrecked.
"What happened? What on earth happened?" Ma Fengjun roared furiously. His dozen or so henchmen behind him were also dumbfounded, staring blankly at the chaotic state of the bar. Was this still their Dynasty Bar?
"Yeah, boss, what's going on here? Who dares to smash up our Royal Dynasty Bar?" one of Wang Miao's underlings asked in astonishment.
"Damn, what a cool name, Dynasty Bar. Locust Bar is more like it!" Suddenly, a young man walked out of the bar. He spoke in a sarcastic tone, but he was quite handsome. As soon as he came out, more than a dozen other young men with equally fierce expressions followed behind him. Their domineering aura was so overwhelming that it was impossible to look them in the eye. When the dozen or so people gathered together, their momentum suddenly seemed to reach its peak.
Even Wang Miao felt a little guilty and flustered when he saw them, and this was only because the other party had not made a move, but just stood there quietly, coldly watching them.
Wang Miao realized almost instantly that any one of them could be compared to ten of his own henchmen, and each of them was probably no less skilled than himself.
This is it, we're doomed. That was a really tough tactic!
No, there were twelve of them. You bastard Li Yang, you're really insidious, trying to pull this trick on me!
Thinking of this, Wang Miao suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale, and he was so angry that he was breathing heavily through his nostrils.
"Are you people working for that slut Li Yang?" Wang Miao gritted his teeth and cursed.
"Damn it! Daring to mess with our boss, you're asking for death!" Old Eight had a fiery temper. He cursed and rushed out, his body sliding as if wading through mud. He tapped the ground a few times and headed straight for Wang Temple. His steps were unusually fast. In one turn, he appeared to attack from the left and instantly arrived on the right.
Wang Miao was shocked and hurriedly tried to parry, but it was too late. Lao Ba struck Wang Miao in the ribs with a palm strike, and Wang Miao coughed up another mouthful of blood. He staggered to the side, almost losing his balance, and fell to the ground.
"Hmph! You think you can outmaneuver our boss with such meager skills? Bah!" Old Eighth withdrew his palm and stood up, speaking with disdain.
Wang Miao's cheeks burned with shame. The thought of his hard-earned business crumbling like this, the humiliation he had just suffered at the hands of Li Yang, and the forced beating of his brother-in-law into a half-crippled state made the hatred in his heart unbearable.
"Roar—all of you, charge! Fight to the death! Take down one of them and get a 100,000 yuan!" Wang Miao had truly gone mad, determined to fight to the death. Money was being poured out in huge amounts, like a torrential downpour.
The dozen or so henchmen following him were indeed his elite group, ruthless in fights, sharp-eyed, and adept at stabbing people in the back.
However, when Wang Miao roared and was about to rush up to fight the Twelve Protectors to the death, he heard the wind whistling behind him. He was overjoyed, thinking that his brothers had finally been motivated by him and were going to fight to the death with him.