In places where the entertainment industry is thriving, gray-market industries are also often thriving.

As a resort destination, Ruolan Star boasts a wide variety of hotels, bars, dance halls, casinos, KTVs, nightclubs, and upscale clubs. Looking down a street, more than half of the buildings are entertainment venues.

This leads to the problem that Ruolan Star has a lot of underground gangs. For example, if you want to open a restaurant in Ruolan, you can't keep your restaurant open for even a day without paying protection money to them to protect your business.

Even if your restaurant has excellent service and delicious food, it can't stop thugs from coming to cause trouble every day. Smashing things is one thing, but sitting there every day, ordering a bowl of noodles, secretly throwing a cockroach into the bowl, and then yelling for you to pay compensation, isn't that disgusting?

To survive on Ruolan Star, one must find a gang to "protect" them and pay them a monthly "fee" in exchange for their protection.

Some powerful gangs will invest in the properties they protect, using dividends instead of protection fees. Even more powerful gangs will invest in building hotels and casinos and open them for business directly.

The Black Dragon Society is a large criminal gang that owns 20 nightclubs on Hailan Island, has more than 2,000 "contracted models," and controls 50% of the island's special services industry.

The man who had his eye on Zhang Fan's table while they were eating at the Western restaurant was from one of the 20 nightclubs.

Although the Black Dragon Society has a triad background, it likes to call itself a "company," with the gang leader being the "Chairman" and the heads of its 20 nightclubs being the "General Managers."

Heaven and earth.

On the surface, it's the largest and most luxurious nightclub on Ruolan Star, but in reality, it's the headquarters of the Black Dragon Society.

It's currently peak tourist season on Ruolan Star, and although there are still several hours until nightfall, all the rooms at Heaven on Earth are already fully booked!

Anyone who dares to fight or cause trouble at Heaven on Earth will have their body found in the garbage dump the next day. Although everyone knows what kind of services Heaven on Earth provides, the police patrol team of Ruolan Star has never searched the place, so safety is guaranteed. Therefore, even though the minimum charge at Heaven on Earth is 10,000 gold coins, business is still booming.

The top floor of Heaven on Earth is a duplex three-story structure in the style of an ancient building, with red bricks and green tiles, carved beams and painted rafters. A two-story hall in the middle is very eye-catching, with golden glazed tiles on the top and eight round red wooden pillars below. In the middle is a gilded plaque that reads "Black Dragon Hall".

In the center of this palace, which was intended for internal use only, a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a suit, looking like an intellectual, sat on a mahogany chair that was significantly larger than the other chairs in the palace, and was flipping through a book in his hands.

The young man looked to be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old. He was handsome and had applied some powder to his face, clearly having had his eyebrows done and makeup done. The makeup was a bit too heavy, but that's exactly the look of the young heartthrobs that female fans of today like.

"Tell me about your recent situation." The man closed the book in his hand and glanced down.

Only core members of the Black Dragon Society would know that the well-dressed young man in front of them was actually over 30 years old and was the current leader of the Black Dragon Society. However, his actual age was a taboo subject, and no one dared to mention it in front of him.

"Yes, Chairman."

The four middle-aged men sitting at the front of the table were the four protectors of the Black Dragon Society. The first one, a fat man with a ruddy complexion, stepped forward to report.

"The company's total revenue from 20 nightclubs this month increased by 30% year-on-year, with profits of approximately 200 million gold coins. It is currently the peak tourist season, and revenue is expected to continue to grow next month."

As soon as the fat man finished speaking, a middle-aged man with sunken eyes and a thin build stood up and said in a hoarse voice, "This month's 'drug' revenue has doubled, with a net profit of about 80 million gold coins. Moreover, the supply is insufficient to meet the demand. We hope the company can increase its purchase volume."

“Next month’s shipments will be reduced by half.” The man adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze cold. “We’ve run into some problems with our supply channels in the ‘Chaotic Lands.’ Since demand exceeds supply, we’ll raise prices to make up the difference. Next month, the shipment price of all ‘medicines’ will increase by 50%.”

"Yes!" The thin man stepped back and sat down.

The third person to speak was a middle-aged man with a burly, fleshy face.

"This month's regular income is over 5 million gold coins, basically the same as last month." The middle-aged man in charge of the income was low and had not increased, but no one present paid any attention, and the man sitting on the seat even nodded in agreement.

Because the burly man was in charge of the Black Dragon Society's martial arts hall, which meant he was a thug. Making money wasn't his main job; causing destruction was.

“Three new nightclubs have opened on Hailan Island this month,” the burly man continued. “Next month, I’ll make sure one of them goes out of business or goes bankrupt, and then I’ll transfer it to our company at half the market price.”

"Why not take down the other two as well?" the middle-aged fat man asked earlier. "That way we can expand our business even faster."

"It's not that I don't want to, but the other two families also have powerful backers and are working with the police. It's not easy for us martial arts school to take action against them."

"The patrol team's appetite has been getting bigger and bigger lately," the skinny man sneered. "In the past month, the paychecks we give those cops and lackeys at the pharmacy have doubled!"

"I heard that the head of the patrol police headquarters has been replaced, and the new top leader and his deputies don't get along."

"The patrol team on Ruolan Star has recently undergone a reshuffle," the middle-aged fat man said, cursing. "The agreements we made with the former patrol captain are completely disregarded by the new ones! So now we often have to pay double, and they frequently come to conduct 'routine inspections.' Who can stand that! Damn it!"

"Hey, did you guys know?" the middle-aged fat man said, touching his face again. "I heard that the head of the patrol headquarters was tortured to death. The murderer was incredibly brutal and single-handedly turned upside down the Adelaide patrol headquarters' headquarters."

"One person?" The middle-aged burly man looked incredulous. "Where did you buy this fake news from! If anyone in the world could single-handedly take down the police headquarters, I'd cut off my head and let him kick it around like a football!"

The middle-aged fat man also smiled and shook his head. He also felt that the news was unreliable. Not all purchased intelligence is reliable, and some of the content is even more mysterious. In any case, he did not believe it.

“Since the patrol team on Ruolan Star has recently undergone a reshuffle, it’s normal for a new broom to open and for them to make money. Problems that can be solved with money aren’t really problems!” said the man in the seat of honor. “Don’t be stingy with money. Feed and serve these cops well. Once we monopolize the nightclubs on Hailan Island, we can get back ten or a hundred times what we’ve spent!”

"How's our model signing going lately?" the man in the seat of honor asked the fourth middle-aged man below, who was also wearing a suit.

"This month, the company signed 100 new models, half of whom were obtained through loan sharking, sexual favors, drugging and kidnapping, and threatening to make films. However, not many of them can be considered top-notch, and they may not be able to enter the high-end market..."

At this point, the man in the suit noticed the chairman's expression turning somewhat grim and quickly added, "However, one of my managers has discovered a group of 30 prostitutes, all of them top-notch! Each one could work in the high-end market! I've already had that manager follow them!"

"Hmm? It seems you think highly of them?" the man in the seat of honor asked.

"Yes, if we can sign them all, they should be able to rank in the top 50 of the company's contracted models without any problem!" the man in the suit said firmly.

"Oh?" The man in the seat of honor was intrigued. "What's the background of this group of prostitutes? Who's their pimp?"

"The 'chicken head' is a man named Zhang Fan. He is not a local. According to his immigration records, his only occupation is a teacher."

"Teachers also do this kind of work?" the man in the seat asked with some doubt.

"President, let's take the models we signed this month as an example," the man in the suit explained. "A significant proportion of those who use sex as repayment for loans are college students. If students can do it, why can't teachers?"

“That’s not surprising.” The middle-aged fat man next to him nodded. “Among the high-end clients the company receives, there are a few who are school principals or something. It’s not unusual at all.”

The man in the seat of honor nodded after listening: "Are you sure those women were all prostitutes? Not respectable women?"

“The Immigration Department can’t find any specific information about those women. They’re all registered under that man’s name, using the Immigration Department’s ‘tourist visa’ shady route. This method is obviously that of an expert! There’s no doubt that these women are ‘prostitutes’ from out of town!” The man in the suit stepped forward and handed a stack of photos to the man seated at the head of the table. “Chairman, my men have been following them for a day and have taken quite a few photos of them. Take a look.”

The man in the seat took the photos and flipped through them one by one. When he came across a photo of a girl with short hair, he was captivated by the youthful and vibrant figure in the photo and couldn't take his eyes off her for a long time.

"The chairman has a sharp eye!" the man in the suit immediately flattered. "My men may not be good at much else, but they're spot-on when it comes to women! Of all these women, only this short-haired girl is a genuine product!"

The man in the suit then pulled out a stack of newspapers: "Chairman, look at these news reports! Uncensored gatherings, multi-person brawls, and unyielding erections... To say that all these women are from respectable families? Who would believe that!"

"Where are they now?" The man in the seat of honor put down his newspaper and picked up the photo of the short-haired girl.

All sorts of "evidence" have confirmed their belief that Zhang Fan is a "chicken head".

"My men just reported that they bought tickets for tonight's concert and are on their way to the venue."

"A concert? Hahaha!" The man in the seat of honor burst into laughter. "It's like a dream come true!"

"This girl is my type!" The man in the seat of honor put down the photo in his hand. "You guys adjust the concert's backstage program, I'm going to have some fun tonight!"

The man in the seat of honor grinned, his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses crinkling into crescent moons, a smile that revealed him to be a hypocrite...

Hehehe...