Qinglong wanted to answer, but he felt that answering Master Yu's question so honestly would seem very incompetent and would make his younger brothers laugh at him.

So he simply stopped talking and subconsciously tightened the gun in his hand.

He had a premonition that Young Master Yu would not let it go this time.

Master Yu glanced at Qinglong's hand, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of his charming mouth: "Qinglong Gang Leader, since you like drugs so much, how about I let you be with drugs for the rest of your life?"

Qinglong's heart sank: "Master Yu, what do you mean by this?"

"Shh! Don't worry."

Young Master Yu extended his ten slender white fingers to his thin lips, and quietly signaled Qinglong to be silent. Then he looked at the mask behind him and said, "Go and get the Qinglong Gang leader's midnight snack."

"good."

The masked monk responded and chanted the Buddha's name to Qinglong peacefully: "Amitabha, benefactor, I am sorry for the offense."

The words fell.

Under everyone's gaze, the masked figure disappeared in an instant.

No.

Not disappearing.

A visible afterimage passed by, and the masked figure disappeared from the spot.

But in the blink of an eye, Gong Yu and the mask were back behind Master Yu again.

What's going on?

Everyone had a confused expression.

Are they seeing things?

But why does the extra package in Mask's hand look so familiar?

Isn't that the white powder in their warehouse?

Subconsciously, everyone looked towards the warehouse.

The originally tightly closed warehouse door was kicked in at some point, and the bag of white powder inside was cut open by someone with a knife. The snow-white powder slipped out from the knife edge and dyed the ground white.

In an instant, everyone felt a chill down their spine.

Was it that monk who did it?

He did so many things in just the blink of an eye?

How could he be so fast?

Could he be the legendary Shaolin monk who can fly over eaves and walls and has superb martial arts skills?

When they thought of this, the gazes towards the mask became filled with admiration, fear, and coldness.

Mask felt these gazes and smiled even more peacefully.

Qinglong Gang: Can you please stop talking? It's so scary!

Masked man handed the white powder in his hand to Master Yu.

Young Master Yu took it and weighed it.

"Qinglong Gang Leader, this bag of drugs weighs at least five taels, right? It should sell for quite a bit of money, right?"

Qinglong swallowed hard and stepped back subconsciously.

"Haha...Mr. Yu, you misunderstood. That's not drugs, it's just ordinary flour."

"Just flour?"

"Yes, yes..."

"Since it's flour, why don't you, the leader of the Qinglong Gang, eat it all!" Young Master Yu said, and strode towards Qinglong.

But he had only taken two steps when Qinglong raised his gun in fear.

"Stop. If you take another step forward, I'll kill you."

After Qinglong raised his gun, the other brothers also took out their guns and pointed them at Young Master Yu.

Faced with the threat of more than a dozen guns, Master Yu was not afraid at all. Instead, he smiled meaningfully, which was extremely ironic.

"Hahahaha... Who do you think is faster, your gun or me?"

Everyone: “…”

Qinglong knew very well how swift and agile Master Yu was, and that it was impossible to hit him with ordinary marksmanship.

But he absolutely cannot sit idly by and wait for death.

He knew very well how ruthless Young Master Yu was, and he would definitely pour the whole bag of white powder into his mouth.