Listening to the people at the roadside stalls discussing the name "Zhang Cheng," Cheng Agou's face was full of envy.

Dao Ge sniffed, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"The greater his reputation, the better it will be for us."

“But…we botched the job, we didn’t even get a scratch on Zhao Shijie,” Ah Long said worriedly. “Will Master Zhang care whether we live or die?”

Yes, it will.

Dao Ge's tone was unusually firm, but his eyes turned fierce.

"Master Zhang is a respectable man; he wouldn't do something like kicking someone after they've served their purpose."

He paused, then a cruel smile spread across his face.

"Besides, we lost seven brothers; our blood cannot have been shed in vain."

"If he dares to act indecently..."

"Let's help him leave this world with dignity."

Ever since he took a life and fired a gun, Brother Dao's entire demeanor changed; he developed a ruthlessness and madness that only a desperate criminal could possess.

In his eyes, even the richest and most powerful person is just a matter of a bullet.

...

At the same time, in Jiaxing, at the Baiyan Dance Hall.

Amidst the decadent music, Li Bingyang and his companions were raising their glasses in a celebratory frenzy, celebrating their victory.

"Hahaha! I knew that little punk from Funing couldn't cause any trouble!"

"Brother Jie is awesome! He sent him straight to jail with just one move!"

"I've heard that more than a dozen people died on the national highway! That crime is enough to warrant his execution ten times over!"

Feng Sanyao, who had just come out of the bureau, twisted his aching neck with a ferocious smile on his face.

"Gentlemen, simply sending him in isn't enough!"

"We have to work together to completely shut him down! We absolutely cannot give him even the slightest chance to turn things around!"

"Yes! If you don't kill the snake, you'll only suffer the consequences! Everyone's using connections; we must settle this case as soon as possible!"

In the corner sofa, Huang Pinyu sat alone, silently drinking his sorrows.

He looked at the reveling crowd, but a chill ran through him.

Things are going too smoothly.

It went so smoothly, like a perfect trap.

Is Zhang Cheng the kind of person who can be easily manipulated?

Could that young man who could laugh and talk about the deaths of Zhou Long and Jiang Jingtang be so easily defeated?

He always felt that something was wrong.

A huge, unseen shadow was looming over everyone.

And these fools are still celebrating their false victory.

He picked up his glass and downed the strong liquor in one gulp. The liquor went down his throat, but it couldn't suppress the growing unease in his heart.