If Ouyang Zhenyu hadn't shaken Uncle Nine's hand, he wouldn't have realized that Uncle Nine was actually so treacherous.

Uncle Nine's fate was to die a day later from the old man's hail of bullets.

He wanted to avenge his grandson, Yaka.

Yaka is destined to die young. You said he wouldn't die before, but he'll die this time.

Ouyang Zhenyu was truly helpless. He felt that he must have owed Yaka a lot in his past life, otherwise he would have come all this way to protect and escort him.

Yaka bit her lip, suddenly sensing the unpredictability of human nature.

That was my most trusted Uncle Nine. When I was a child, I even rode on Uncle Nine's shoulders and peed.

But Uncle Nine actually wanted to kill him.

Yaka was indeed a child who grew up in the mines. No matter how naive he was, he couldn't remain naive in the face of someone who wanted his life.

Staff were quickly arranged.

Ouyang Zhenyu whispered something in Chu Wu's ear for a while, and Chu Wu nodded after hearing it and left with his brothers.

Uncle Nine returned to the hall half an hour later and asked the guards standing outside the hall in a low voice.

"How's it inside?"

"They're all taking a shower inside, scrubbing themselves right now. I heard them say they're going to eat soon, and the kitchen is preparing the dishes. Looks like they'll be working all night."

The guards were quite envious; they could hear girls laughing inside, clearly having a lot of fun.

They could only stand guard at the entrance; going inside was out of the question, and they wouldn't get to see any other eye-catching sights.

"Keep a close watch, don't let your guard down, and absolutely don't let anyone out. If anyone goes out, follow them immediately."

"Yes, Ninth Master."

Uncle Nine listened intently and heard Yaka and the girl laughing inside.

A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

Although Yaka was the old man's most beloved grandson.

But Yaka was indeed a good-for-nothing; he never did anything worthwhile in his life.

But Yaka enjoys all the resources of this family. The old man gives Yaka the green light, and he becomes such a good-for-nothing.

It's possible that they could inherit all the mines.

Don't blame others for being unconvinced; even he, the ninth brother, is unconvinced.

This is practically a gift from Yaka to us.

They made several preparations, but clearly the first plan had failed.

Then let him handle the cleanup. When the old man hears this news tomorrow, he'll have something to see.

Have a good time, Yaka!

Your time is running out.

The sounds of laughter and playfulness continued until midnight, and the hall remained brightly lit.

From the window, you can see the scene inside the living room, where Yaka and the people at the table are laughing and joking, even jumping onto the table.

Shaking the bottle, spraying the liquor.

Men and women swayed in the flickering lamplight.

Dim lighting, dancing bodies, and hearty clinking of glasses.

It made everyone who saw it a little envious and jealous.

Uncle Nine glanced at his watch.

The guards came in around 3 o'clock.

"Mr. Ninth has almost passed out from drinking too much; about 80% of them are already passed out. The rest who can still drink are already quite drunk."

"Yaka?"

"Yaka took the woman back to her room."

“Alright, then we’ll see Young Master Yaka off.”

Uncle Nine smirked; it was time for them to settle scores.

Uncle Nine led seventy or eighty people to surround the entire hall, making it so tightly that there was one person every meter on average.

The remaining 30-odd people followed Uncle Jiu and pushed open the door to the hall.

Music was playing inside, and the air was filled with the aroma of wine and cosmetics.

Dim lighting and flashing neon lights.

Looking around, you can't even see any people clearly; there are people lying scattered all over the ground.

Uncle Nine sneered.

"Turn on the lights!"

There was still no reaction from the surroundings; everything remained the same.

Ninth Master frowned and said to his subordinates beside him.

"Tell them to turn on the lights and turn off the music."

The subordinate next to him quickly ran towards the sound control room at the back.

Two minutes later, the music in the entire hall stopped, but the lights still didn't come on.

The quiet atmosphere immediately angered Ninth Master. This was his own turf, and he wasn't worried at all. He had already had someone tamper with the food and drinks beforehand.

What's more, the waitresses and women here are all his spies.

If anyone here does anything wrong, someone will definitely tip them off.

In Uncle Nine's mind, everything was under his control, and there was absolutely no way he could make a mistake.

But now he's been asking me to turn on the lights, and it's taking forever to do so, which is really infuriating.

"Let's go see what they're doing."

One of his men quickly left, but the lights still didn't come on.

Uncle Nine felt a sudden unease creeping over him.

His long-standing vigilance made him sense the crisis.

Instinctively, Uncle Nine immediately drew the gun from his waist, stepped back, and shouted at the people around him.

"Get out of here immediately."

But as soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the hall came on, and the door behind him slammed shut.

As the lights came on, Ninth Master heard a series of crackling sounds.

All his men fell down.

Everyone was completely powerless to fight back.

Ninth Master quickly hid behind a table, kicked it over, and stood it upright in front of him.

The lights were so bright that everything around us was now clearly visible.

Ninth Master gripped his gun tightly, and after assessing the situation, he obediently raised his hands.

Those men who were lying haphazardly on the ground have now surrounded them with weapons, and all of his men should be killed.

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