In the early hours of the morning, Li Baolong followed the disheveled and battered Yang Dayong slowly toward the nightclub's magnificent golden doors. Upon seeing Yang Dayong, the line of waiters at the entrance immediately bowed deeply, their faces full of obsequiousness, and shouted in unison, "Welcome, Master Yang!" The deafening shouts rang out loudly in the quiet night.
Yang Dayong seemed accustomed to such hospitality. Without turning his head, he led Li Baolong into the spacious and luxurious hall, then headed straight for the second floor, his destination clear—a lavish private room. It was already past midnight, but the nightclub was bustling with activity, teeming with people and filled with noise. Apparently, a special auction was being held that night, where the right to spend the night with two beautiful Vietnamese women would be auctioned off, with a starting bid of a mere 1,000 Chinese yuan. This news spread like wildfire throughout the nightclub, attracting a huge crowd.
Li Baolong followed Yang Dayong down the corridor, the excited chatter of people around him filling the air. Some were speculating about just how beautiful the two Vietnamese women were; others were calculating whether they could afford the price; still others were exchanging stories and anecdotes from previous similar auctions. This cacophony of voices made Li Baolong, already somewhat nervous, pound even faster.
Finally, Yang Dayong arrived at the door of the private room and pushed it open without hesitation. Li Baolong followed closely behind and stepped inside. Instantly, a jaw-dropping scene unfolded before their eyes. In the center of the hall, twenty or thirty voluptuous women, dressed in sheer, almost transparent clothing, were wildly gyrating to energetic music, displaying their alluring curves and sensual dance moves. Beside them, on large, comfortable leather sofas, sat five or six men, all intently watching the incredibly erotic performance, occasionally letting out cheers and whistles.
As soon as Yang Dayong entered the room, he shouted, "Xiaoyong!" Before he finished speaking, a lean, stern-eyed man rushed out from the corner like lightning, pounced on Yang Dayong, grabbed his arm tightly, and asked anxiously, "Brother, what happened to you? How did you get injured?" Yang Dayong gently pulled his brother's hand away and quickly replied, "Don't ask so many questions. Where's the stone I gave you earlier? Quickly take it out and give it to this gentleman." As he spoke, he turned to the side and gestured to Li Baolong behind him.
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoyong slowly turned his head, staring intently at Li Baolong with his icy, cold eyes, as if trying to see right through him. Instantly, the atmosphere in the entire private room became unusually tense…
Li Baolong sized up Yang Xiaoyong. The man was weak and listless, his body ravaged by years of womanizing. At such close range, Li Baolong didn't hesitate to use his spiritual sense to control Yang Xiaoyong's brain. The black mass around Yang Xiaoyong's brain was enveloped by Li Baolong's spiritual power, marked with his own. Upon examining it, Li Baolong cursed, "What a fucking beastly brother!" For over a decade, the two brothers had helped the Bai Cheng family rob, murder, seize jade mines, traffic drugs, and traffic people—their crimes were heinous. They had trafficked tens of thousands of people from neighboring countries over the years. They kept beautiful women for their own pleasure. Infants and children were all sold. Adult men were all enslaved in the mining area until they died from exhaustion. The two brothers kept two or three hundred beautiful women, using them for their own pleasure while also seducing and serving the nearby Burmese military and police. Recently, Yang Xiaoyong had offered Bai Cheng two beautiful eighteen-year-old Vietnamese twin sisters, promising them a life of luxury if they bore him children.
Li Baolong grew increasingly angry and ordered Yang Xiaoyong, "Hand over the jade immediately!" Yang Xiaoyong, as if possessed, led Li Baolong and Yang Dayong to a secret room downstairs. Yang Xiaoyong had already found a buyer for the jade, offering 100 million Chinese yuan. The funds would arrive in the next couple of days, and a deposit of 10 million yuan had already been paid. The secret room was quite large, two or three hundred square meters, containing seven or eight safes and two rows of shelves piled high with various types of jade. Li Baolong had Yang Xiaoyong open several safes, revealing stacks of US dollars and Chinese yuan inside. Another safe was filled with gold bars. Li Baolong told Yang Dayong to go find a car and wait at the door.
Li Baolong glanced coldly at Yang Xiaoyong, who seemed utterly dejected, and a plan formed in his mind. He concentrated his mind and used a mysterious power to collect the mountain of gold and stacks of crisp new US dollars into an invisible space. Not only that, but the enormous jadeite, radiating a captivating luster, also couldn't escape being collected. Then, Li Baolong's gaze fell upon the dazzling array of jadeite on the shelves. After careful selection, he chose over a dozen pieces, the finest of the finest, and similarly, magically placed them into that mysterious space.
After doing all this, Li Baolong tightly grasped Yang Xiaoyong's arm and quickly walked out of the room. The two hurried along and soon arrived at the entrance of the nightclub. By this time, Yang Dayong had already parked the car there steadily and was anxiously waiting for their arrival.
Li Baolong, expressionless, gestured for Yang Dayong to get out of the car and coldly said to him, "From now on, you're free." Before the words were even finished, he unhesitatingly got into the driver's seat, started the car, and prepared to leave. The instant the car started, Li Baolong, with a powerful mental command, gave Yang Dayong a ruthless order—kill Yang Dayong! Immediately afterward, he slammed on the gas and sped away.
Watching the car disappear into the distance, Yang Dayong's tense nerves finally relaxed a little. He let out a long breath and secretly rejoiced, "That terrible demon is finally gone, and my life is finally saved..." However, just as he was immersed in the joy of surviving a disaster, he suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps behind him.
Yang Dayong instinctively turned around and was immediately stunned. There stood Yang Xiaoyong, holding a dark shotgun, approaching him step by step. Before Yang Dayong could react, Yang Xiaoyong pulled the trigger without hesitation. Three deafening gunshots rang out, and three deadly bullets whistled through the air, striking Yang Dayong in the chest, abdomen, and leg respectively.
Yang Dayong stared wide-eyed at his younger brother, who had shot and killed him, his face filled with shock and confusion. He couldn't understand why his once inseparable brother would turn on him so cruelly. Until his last breath, Yang Dayong kept staring at Yang Xiaoyong, his eyes filled with resentment and doubt, before finally collapsing into a pool of blood, a corpse with unresolved questions.
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