Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

Chapter 152 Life or Death

Zhang Fayao patted Yu Chujiu's face, his breath reeking of alcohol: "Kid, you better remember this, the Green Gang belongs to Zhang, not Yu."

"Next time you see Uncle, get as far away from me as possible."

The eyes of Yu Chu Jiu's trusted confidants behind him turned red.

Some people gripped the wine bottle tightly, while others had already reached for the dagger at their waist.

"you!"

A dark-skinned, thin man had just taken half a step forward when Yu Chu Jiu raised her hand to stop him.

Yu Chu Jiu nodded with a smile and said, "Okay, Uncle, I'll do whatever you say."

"About the little swan—" He casually pulled the little swan behind him.

He gave Zhang plenty of face.

If you still want to mess with your woman, then don't be surprised if you turn your back on her.

"Young Master Zhang, that's about enough."

"You've already saved face, stop fooling around and go home."

"At worst, I'll find you another woman, guaranteed to be even more beautiful than a swan."

Qingfu deliberately leaned closer and whispered his advice.

Zhang Fayao benefited from the deal and felt much better.

"Alright."

He straightened his collar and pointed at the little swan huddled behind Yu Chu Jiu: "Damn it, I'll let it go this time since my nephew is relatively obedient."

"I'll sleep with you again next time."

"Walk."

Liu Fabao also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The heat is just right tonight.

If they push any higher, and Yu Chu Jiu really goes crazy and pulls out a gun on the spot, things will get complicated.

"Alright, the show's over, let's go." Zhan Shen put down his wine glass in the corner and said.

"Not enough, not enough."

"With just this much drama, I'm afraid Zhang won't be able to bring himself to kill you." Wang Xuesen shook his head and smiled, then raised his wine glass to the neon light and flicked it lightly.

A waiter next to him nodded slightly and walked into the crowd.

"Young Master Zhang, you haven't paid for your drinks yet."

"A total of six thousand two hundred yuan."

The waiter stopped Zhang Fayao from leaving.

The tension that had just eased in the dance hall instantly returned.

Zhang Fayao stopped in her tracks, turned around, and looked at him incredulously: "What did you say?"

The waiter feigned fear, shrank back, and said in a trembling voice, "You—you haven't paid for your drinks yet."

Snapped!

Zhang Fayao raised his hand and slapped her across the face, arrogantly shouting, "Are you blind as a dog?"

"Do you know whose territory this is?"

"Yu Yefeng's."

He took another step forward, raising his voice: "Who is Yu Yefeng?"

"He was a dog that my Zhang family kept."

Have you ever seen an owner pay their dog to play in their dog's territory?

Upon hearing this, Yu Chu Jiu's face instantly turned cold, and she stared intently at him: "Young Master Zhang, don't push your luck."

"Oh?"

"So you've raised the bar, haven't you?"

The effects of the alcohol completely took hold of Zhang Fayao, and the thrill of his recent victory made him feel lightheaded.

He reached out and pointed at Yu Chu Jiu's chest, spitting out each word clearly: "I'll call Yu Ye Feng a dog."

"Yu Yefeng is a dog!"

"What can you do to me?"

Yu Chu Jiu was trembling all over, gritting her teeth as she said, "Don't you dare force me!"

"Without my father, Yu Yefeng would be nothing but a nobody from Hangzhou." Zhang Fayao turned around and spread his arms wide, his tone becoming increasingly arrogant and presumptuous.

"If he hadn't shamelessly groveled before my father, would he have everything he has today?"

"Who owns the Green Gang?"

"It belongs to the Zhang family."

At this point, Zhang Fayao raised his glass to everyone: "Everyone, listen carefully."

"The Lijin Ballroom is my property."

"I'm in a good mood tonight, everyone drink and have fun."

"The entire meal is on me."

Yu Yefeng's rise to power was indeed dishonorable.

In his early years, he relied on Zhang Xiaolin's influence to establish connections, exchange invitations, and serve tea.

But things are different now.

Yu Yefeng's influence grew day by day, gradually surpassing Zhang Xiaolin's.

Zhang Fayao essentially pulled down Yu Yefeng's underwear in front of a room full of guests and even spat on him.

Who could tolerate this?

"You jerk, you're asking for it!"

Yu Chu Jiu completely exploded.

He glanced at the two Annamese behind him.

These two were thugs that Yu Chu Jiu had paid a lot of money to hire.

One was named Ruan San, and the other was named A Kun.

They were all ruthless guys who came from underground boxing rings at the docks. They had seen blood on their hands. They didn't care about Boss Zhang or Master Yu. As long as their sugar daddy paid them, they would cut down even their own fathers without hesitation.

Ruan San understood, grabbed a wine bottle from the table, and smashed it hard on Zhang Fayao's head.

boom!

The bottle exploded, and the liquor splashed everywhere.

Zhang Fayao touched his head and found his hands covered in blood. His legs went weak, and he sat down on the ground.

"Kill them! Kill them!"

Seeing this, Liu Fabao was furious and called out to his bodyguards and brothers, "Yu Chu Jiu, do you fucking want to rebel?"

"They even dared to hit Boss Zhang's son!"

"Brothers, charge!"

He kicked over the round table in front of him and grabbed a chair, smashing it at Yu Chu Jiu.

The people behind Yu Chu Jiu were no pushovers either, and the two sides clashed.

The dance hall was in complete chaos.

Qingfu rushed to Zhang Fayao's side immediately.

"Brother Yao, Brother Yao!"

Zhang Fayao clutched his head, tears welling in his eyes from the pain: "Kill them!"

Qingfu grabbed him and dragged him to a corner.

"Brother Yao, let's hide for a bit."

"You're precious; we can't let those bastards touch you again."

Zhang Fayao tried to lunge forward, but Qingfu held him down firmly.

Qingfu shouted, "Brother Yao, let's get back alive and have Master Zhang kill them."

Zhang Fayao instantly regained consciousness.

That's right.

Go back to find your father.

At that time, Yu Chu Jiu will be nothing compared to Yu Ye Feng, who will have to kneel down and apologize.

A corner of the dance hall.

Wang Xuesen downed his drink in one gulp, then put his round hat on his head: "Let's go!"

The scene went even more smoothly than he had expected.

Zhang Fayao didn't learn his father's cunning, but he was even more arrogant and stupid.

In the world of men and women, the most valuable thing is one's reputation.

Once you lose your reputation, no amount of money can protect you.

After tonight, Zhang and Yu will inevitably go their separate ways.

Wang Xuesen paid for the drinks and glanced at Qingfu.

Qingfu was half-squatting next to Zhang Fayao and nodded slightly to him.

Wang Xuesen and Zhan Shen left the dance hall one after the other.

"Your tactic of sowing discord is absolutely brilliant."

"After tonight, whoever bows down first, Zhang Xiaolin or Yu Yefeng, will be half dead."

Zhan Shen was truly amazed; he hadn't realized that besides swords and guns, there were other ways to play the game in this world.

Wang Xuesen chuckled: "Yes."

"One of my sons was beaten."

"One person was publicly insulted as a dog."

"This isn't just a falling out; it's like they've completely stripped each other bare."

"In the underworld, you can have less money, you can give up women, but you can't lose face."

"These two are both proud and concerned about saving face; they're doomed."

He lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke into the sky with a sense of satisfaction: "Let's go back to sleep."

"There's probably going to be a lot of excitement in the next couple of days."

It's 11 p.m.

Zhang Mansion.

Zhang Xiaolin was sleeping on his concubine.

Suffering from syphilis, he often had headaches, so he always slept with a person as his pillow.

A beautiful woman's fragrance and gentle warmth are essential for entering a dream.

This is why the prerequisite for him to marry a concubine was that she must be fair-skinned, have no body odor, and have large breasts.

He rested his head on his favorite fifth concubine.

Having just finished his ordeal, Zhang Xiaolin quickly drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door.

Ah Si's voice came through the door: "Master Zhang, Master Zhang, something's happened."

Zhang Xiaolin frowned, turned over, and said irritably, "Get lost."

"Master Zhang, something has happened to the young master." Ah Si dared not leave, his voice even more urgent.

Zhang Xiaolin's eyelids twitched suddenly.

He propped himself up and sat up, his voice deep: "What happened?"

"Young Master has been beaten up."

The room fell silent.

The concubine was also startled awake and clutched the blanket, too afraid to move.

Zhang Xiaolin thought he had misheard: "What did you say?"

"Young Master was beaten up and seriously injured. He was just brought back by Liu Fabao," Ah Si added.

Zhang Xiaolin's sleepiness vanished instantly.

He grabbed the clothes from the side of the bed, put them on without even buttoning them up, and stormed off the bed.

"Damn it."

"Is there anyone in Shanghai who dares to hit my son?"

He opened the door, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light.

Ah Si quickly lowered his head.

As Zhang Xiaolin walked towards the living room, he roared, "Which son of a bitch had the guts to do this?!"

"How dare you touch my son, Zhang Xiaolin's son!"

In the living room.

Zhang Fayao sat on the sofa with gauze wrapped around his head, the edges of which were still seeping blood.

Liu Fabao stood to the side, dressed in tattered clothes, his arm in a sling.

Both of them looked dejected and disheveled.

Upon seeing Zhang Xiaolin emerge, Zhang Fayao's legs went weak, and he knelt at his feet, wailing loudly, "Dad!"

"I almost didn't see you again!"

Seeing his son in this state, Zhang Xiaolin felt both heartache and fury, demanding, "Who did this?"

Zhang Fayao gasped, "Dad, I'm drinking at the Lijin Ballroom tonight."

"We were just having a few drinks and listening to some music; we didn't cause any trouble."

"Who knew that Yu Yefeng's nephew, Yu Chujiu, would insist on asking me for money for the drinks."

Zhang Xiaolin raised an eyebrow: "Yu Chu Jiu?"

He knew that recently, Yu Yefeng's top-ranked players had become very famous.

"Yes, that's him."

Zhang Fayao wiped away his tears: "I thought to myself, this is my own dance hall, my own territory, how can I possibly pay for it?"

"I'll talk to him about it."

"I said that Second Master Yu is our in-law, my godfather, we are all family."

"Do I have to pay for a few drinks at my godfather's dance hall?"

"Who knew that Yu Chu Jiu would turn on him on the spot."

As he said this, he pointed to his head and cried even more miserably: "He said, 'I don't care who you are, Zhang Laoda. Even if the Heavenly King himself comes, he'll have to pay up.'"

"I was so angry that I cursed at him a few times."

Without saying a word, he ordered his men to beat me to death.

"Dad, look."

"They're here to kill me."

Zhang Xiaolin is not blind.

He could tell that the blow was indeed quite severe.

If it had been a little off-center and hit the temple, the person might have died.

He continued to complain, "Dad, if it weren't for Fa Bao and Qing Fu risking their lives to save me tonight, I would have almost died there."

Liu Fabao immediately stepped forward, bowed his head, and admitted his mistake: "Master Zhang, it was my incompetence."

"I failed to protect the young master."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped himself.

"Snap"

"Please punish me, Master Zhang."

Zhang Xiaolin glanced at him, suppressing his anger, and said, "Abao, this isn't your fault."

"Master Zhang, there's something I'm not sure if I should say," Ah Si said hesitantly, gritting his teeth.

"Speak," Zhang Xiaolin said coldly.

Ah Si said, "I know this Yu Chu Jiu, nicknamed Yu Yama."

There's a saying in Shanghai these days: "During the day, foreigners and Japanese call the shots; at night, it's Lord Chu Jiu who calls the shots."

"Moreover, Yu Chu Jiu has a group of thugs from Southeast Asia under his command."

"These people have no regard for sentimentality or the rules of the underworld; they only care about money and listen to the Yu family uncle and nephew."

"The Yu family uncle and nephew will kill whoever they are told to kill."

"They even dare to mess with Japanese businessmen and foreigners."

"They're really arrogant."

Zhang Xiaolin narrowed his eyes: "Is that so? Heh, this Yu Lao Er, he wants to become Yizhixie Chanyu, and he's specifically targeting me, his father."

Seeing that his father had spoken, Zhang Fayao quickly added fuel to the fire: "Dad, what do you think Yu Lao Er is up to?"

"Didn't you ask me to participate in the asset management the other day?"

"I wanted the money exchange, but he said it had too many bad debts and was a losing proposition."

"I wanted opium dens and dance halls, but he said there were Japanese and foreign shareholders, and I had to make some connections with so-and-so."

"I went around in circles, but I didn't get a single decent venue."

"They just gave me two poor gamblers from Zhabei to play at, and told me to practice first."

At this point, he became increasingly indignant: "Dad, what does he mean by this?"

"He's treating the Green Gang's businesses like his own, trying to prevent me from taking them over."

These were all words that Qingfu taught him in the car.

They never mentioned publicly humiliating Yu Yefeng.

They insisted on focusing on the cost of the drinks.

Zhang Fayao was usually foolish, but he was adept at suing people since he was a child.

He knew all too well what words could ignite his father's passion.

Zhang Xiaolin's expression indeed grew increasingly grim.

Yu Yefeng has indeed had it too easy these past few years, and his reach has become increasingly extensive.

Zhang Xiaolin wasn't blind.

I just thought the dog could bite people and guard the door, and I found it easy to use, so I gave it two extra bones.

But now.

The dog started baring its teeth at its owner.

He hasn't yet settled accounts with Yu Yefeng for assassinating Wang Xuesen and disrupting the peace talks between Li Shiqun and himself.

This kind of thing happened again tonight.

Hit his son.

To embarrass him.

They even dared to publicly humiliate the Zhang family at the Lijin Ballroom.

This is no longer a misunderstanding.

This means that Yu Lao Er has become too powerful, and he doesn't even want to pretend anymore. He wants to openly challenge me.

"it is good."

"OK."

"Very good."

Zhang Xiaolin abruptly stopped, turned around, glared at Zhang Fayao, and sternly rebuked him: "Alright, stop crying and whining like a woman."

"Get down there and get bandaged."

"Yu Lao Er must give an explanation for what happened tonight."

Zhang Fayao nodded hurriedly, but still refused to leave.

"dad----"

"roll."

Zhang Xiaolin let out a low growl.

Zhang Fayao was so frightened that he trembled, and Liu Fabao quickly helped him up.

Before leaving, Zhang Fayao turned back and added, "Dad, there are so many people watching at the Lijin Ballroom."

"We can't let the Zhang family lose face!"

Zhang Xiaolin glared at him.

Liu Fabao quickly helped him back down.

Zhang Xiaolin sat down, calmed himself down a bit, and pointed to the phone: "A-Si."

"Call Yu Yefeng immediately."

"Tell him to bring his dog nephew to see me."

Ah Si's expression hardened: "Yes, Master Zhang."

Sichuan South Road.

The Huaqing Pool bathhouse was shrouded in mist.

Yu Yefeng leaned against the edge of the hot spring pool, a white towel draped over his hand.

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He was in his sixties, well-maintained, with gentle features, and looked like a wealthy businessman doing good deeds.

But those who know him well know that the more composed his smile, the more venomous his heart.

On the other side of the pool sat a one-eyed man.

His left eye was sunken, his skin was wrinkled, and there was a diagonal scar on his cheek that stretched from his ear to the corner of his mouth, making his face look extremely ferocious.

This person is Fan Huichun, one of the two tigers of the Fan family.

He was known in the martial arts world as the "Eye-Eating Tiger".

Back then, when he was fighting for territory in Shanghai with Zhang Xiaolin, someone slashed his left cheek, and his eyeball popped out on the spot.

Anyone who saw it would go weak in the knees.

From then on, "Eye-Eating Tiger" became a name used to stop children from crying in the southern part of the city.

Yu Chu Jiu was still standing by the pool.

His face was covered in bruises, his lip was cut, and half of his face was badly swollen.

Yu Yefeng glanced at him but offered no words of comfort.

In his eyes, this beating wasn't a bad thing.

Only when you lose face can you draw your sword.

"Old Fan."

Yu Yefeng spoke slowly, his voice gentle: "You're the first person to know about Mr. Ding and Nomura Shoichi's affair."

"We've been brothers for so many years, I've given you everything I've ever held back."

Fan Huichun frowned, staring at him with his right eye: "Second brother, you are a righteous person, and you have managed the gang's accounts all these years, and the brothers are all convinced of your worth."

"But if you cooperate with Ding Mocun, Master Zhang might not agree."

"As you know, Master Zhang is now considering joining forces with Li Shiqun."

"Aren't you just contradicting me?"

Yu Yefeng sneered: "The problem is, most of the money shops and opium dens that Master Zhang gave away to curry favor with Li Shiqun are your properties."

The scar on Fan Huichun's face trembled.

Those opium dens in Nanshi were taken down by the two brothers at the cost of their lives.

Old Zhang gave it away without hesitation, without even asking.

That's really infuriating.

Yu Yefeng knew he was tempted, and continued to rub salt into the wound: "We're brothers. We've followed Master Zhang for so many years. You and I know better than anyone what kind of person he is."

"In name only, he treated us like brothers."

"But in reality? He treated us like dogs."

Fan Huichun's face darkened.

Yu Yefeng didn't stop.

"Cold-hearted and ungrateful, extravagant and wasteful."

"He's eating his fill, but what about you and me, brothers?"

"He plundered eight or nine out of ten of the profits."

"Outside, we're all powerful and imposing, treated like royalty both in public and in private."

"And when we arrived at the Zhang mansion?"

"They were ordered around by him and driven around like pigs and dogs."

Fan Huichun clenched his fists underwater, his facial muscles tense.

"Have you forgotten how you lost territory and were slapped in public by Ji Yunqing when you were fighting for Nanshi?" Yu Yefeng continued to provoke him.

Fan Huichun suddenly looked up.

It looked like fire was burning in that one eye.

Yu Yefeng looked at him and said, word by word, "Old Fan, you're a tiger, not a dog."

"I feel sorry for you just watching."

Fan Huichun slammed his hand on the water: "Enough! Shut the hell up!"

"Yu Lao Er, are you planning a rebellion?"

"Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny? Why should we be controlled by a madman?" Yu Yefeng said, pointing at Yu Chujiu.

"Open your eyes and look."

"Zhang Fayao caused trouble at my dance hall tonight, eating and drinking for free, and even publicly humiliated me, calling me Zhang Xiaolin's dog."

"Old Fan, we're all from the same old gang, nobody doesn't have a sense of shame."

"I, Yu Yefeng, am a man of some stature, over sixty years old."

"How can we allow a mere child to humiliate us in public?"

The more Yu Yefeng spoke, the colder his expression became.

"You know how much effort I put into the Lijin Ballroom."

"Zhang Fayao made it his family's private property as soon as he opened his mouth."

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"And the entire meal is free."

"His bullying of my uncle and nephew is intolerable!"

Fan Huichun fell silent, a chill running down his spine.

Zhang Xiaolin is getting old.

Even when a tiger gets old, it is still a tiger.

If they really rebel, losing one step would mean the complete annihilation of their entire family.

Yu Yefeng stared at his expression and continued in a low voice, "Boss Zhang's health is deteriorating day by day."

"He has been secretly instructing Zhang Fayao to seize the assets recently."

"With that stupid son of his who only knows how to play around with women, once he takes over the Green Gang, will we even have a chance?"

"He even dared to steal my Lijin."

"Old Fan, are your casinos still safe?"

Fan Huichun's expression changed.

That's the most fatal thing.

Zhang Xiaolin may be ruthless, but at least he understands the rules of the underworld.

But Zhang Fayao, that good-for-nothing, relied on his overseas education and never gave these old brothers a second glance when they met.

If he really takes over, it's hard to say whether he can even keep the pot, let alone share the spoils.

"Old Fan, wake up." Yu Yefeng took the pipe handed to him by his subordinate, took a puff, and said.

Fan Huichun said in a deep voice, "Zhang Fayao has indeed gone too far."

"Because he studied abroad, he has repeatedly spoken rudely to us."

"If this kid were to take over Master Zhang's position, I would definitely be the first to disagree."

Seeing that he had given in, Yu Yefeng chuckled dryly: "Old Fan, I promise you."

"After the Ding Mansion is established, I will find your son a position at the section chief level."

Fan Huichun's brow twitched.

These days, no matter how famous you are in the underworld, it's not as useful as an official's seal of office.

The father is a bandit, the son is an official—that's the perfect combination.

Yu Yefeng continued, "In addition, I will give you 30% of the shares of Lijin Grand Ballroom."

"And there's the Da Shun Opium Den in Zhabei."

Fan Huichun's single eye shone brightly.

That's no small amount of money.

Not long after Lijin opened, it was already making a fortune every day.

Da Shun Opium Den was a notorious den of iniquity in Zhabei.

Yu Yefeng looked at him and threw out the last piece of meat.

"Moreover, if I become the leader, all the Green Gang businesses in Nanshi will belong to you brothers."

"One sentence."

"I'll be the leader."

"You brothers are kings, we brothers will make money together and split the profits equally."

"how?"

Fan Huichun stared intently at him with his single eye and asked with delight, "Second Brother, is what you say true?"

"Since I, Yu Yefeng, debuted, I have always been true to my word. When have I ever lied to Brother Fan?" Yu Yefeng smiled confidently.

Fan Huichun laughed loudly and suddenly stood up from the pool: "That was great!"

"I trust my second brother."

But as the laughter subsided, he frowned and cowered: "Just offending Boss Zhang, things could really get complicated—"

He raised his hand and placed it across his neck.

Yu Yefeng said coldly, "Rather than being a dog for the rest of my life, I'd rather strive for a bright future."

Fan Huichun stared at him.

After a moment, he nodded emphatically.

Tell me your plans.

Yu Chu Jiu, standing to the side, beamed with joy and chimed in, "Uncle Fan, it's about time we rebelled against him!"

"Looks like the beating I got today was worth it."

Yu Yefeng slowly said, "Zhang Xiaolin loves watching plays and is also a womanizer."

"The stage has been updated and a new leading lady has been promoted, named Xin Yanqiu."

"Her figure, voice, and face are all top-notch."

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"Zhang Xiaolin had previously hinted that he wanted me to give it to him, but I didn't respond."

"I'll take advantage of offending Zhang Fayao tonight, pretend to be afraid of him, and give Xin Yanqiu to him."

Fan Huichun squinted, signaling him to continue.

Yu Yefeng continued, "The day after tomorrow, which is January 15th."

"I invited him to the Gengxin Grand Stage to listen to Xin Yanqiu perform opera."

"Our people will be lying in ambush backstage."

"When the song reaches Changbanpo, the gongs and drums sound, and the executioners rush out."

"Then we can chop that old thief into mincemeat."

The area around the pond suddenly became quiet.

Fan Huichun's eyes flickered.

This is not about fighting for territory.

This is patricide.

The killings were successful, and the Green Gang in Shanghai was replaced.

If we fail to kill them, everyone will be killed along with them.

Fan Huichun licked his lips, a fierce glint in his single eye: "Changban Slope?"

"it is good."

"When the gongs and drums start, you can't hear anything outside."

"The stage and backstage are a mess, and with all the makeup on, you can't recognize anyone."

"Second brother, this plan is brilliant."

"I'll go home tonight and find the best knife and axe wielders."

"The day after tomorrow will be the day the old thief dies."

Yu Yefeng extended his hand: "Old Fan, it's all up to you."

Fan Huichun grinned maliciously, "Don't worry, Second Brother."

"When have I, Fan Huichun, ever disappointed anyone when I've been wielding weapons?"

Just then, one of his men strode in.

He glanced at the people by the pool, then lowered his head and said, "Master Yu, there's a call from the Zhang residence."

"Master Zhang requests your presence."

Yu Chu Jiu's expression changed.

Fan Huichun also stopped smiling instantly.

Yu Yefeng remained calm, leisurely draping the towel back over his shoulder and asking indifferently, "What else did Master Zhang say?"

The subordinate said, "I told you to take Brother Chu Jiu with you and go there immediately."

Yu Chu Jiu exclaimed in surprise, "Uncle, we can't go!"

"The old man is furious right now. If we go over there, he might arrest someone."

Fan Huichun also said in a deep voice, "Second Brother, be careful, it might be a trap."

Yu Yefeng smiled and said, "If he really wanted to detain me, he wouldn't have made this call."

"Zhang Xiaolin is the kind of person who, the more he intends to kill someone, the less likely he is to shout first."

"The louder he shouts now, the more it shows that he hasn't made up his mind yet."

He stood up from the pool. "If I don't go, he'll become suspicious."

Two servants immediately stepped forward and draped a bathrobe over him.

Yu Yefeng, wearing wooden clogs, walked up to Yu Chujiu and patted his swollen face.

Yu Chu Jiu gasped in pain.

"Does it hurt?" Yu Yefeng asked.

Yu Chu Jiu gritted her teeth and said, "It hurts."

Yu Yefeng nodded, "Remember the pain."

"When we get to the Zhang mansion tonight, you are not allowed to say a single careless word."

"If I tell you to kneel, then kneel."

"If I tell you to kowtow, then you kowtow."

Yu Chu Jiu suddenly looked up.

"Uncle!"

Yu Yefeng slapped him on the other side of his face.

Snapped!

Yu Chu Jiu was forced back half a step by the blow, her eyes red, but she dared not utter another sound.

Yu Yefeng said coldly, "To achieve great things, one must first be able to swallow shit."

"Let's take a bite tonight."

"The day after tomorrow, make the Zhang family pay back the principal and interest."

Yu Chu Jiu gritted her teeth and finally lowered her head: "I'll listen to Uncle."

Yu Yefeng looked at Fan Huichun: "Old Fan, you go first."

"Don't let anyone know you're here tonight."

"Second Brother, if anything happens at the Zhang mansion, send someone to deliver a message." Fan Huichun nodded, "I'll lead men in and storm in."

Yu Yefeng chuckled: "It's not time yet."

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"The day after tomorrow, you have to make sure you cut accurately."

Fan Huichun put on his clothes and left through the side door.

Yu Yefeng changed into a long gown, put on a black woolen overcoat, and had someone bring him a small wooden box.

The box was opened, revealing a string of yellow jade prayer beads with the Heart Sutra carved on them.

"Uncle, these are the Buddhist prayer beads that Sun Dianying gave you, the things you liked the most. You, you're going to give them to Zhang Laogou?" Yu Chu Jiu shouted angrily.

Yu Yefeng closed the box and said crisply, "It's a gift."

"And you have to deliver it with a smile."

"Let him think I'm scared."

He walked to the door, then stopped.

"Also, go and kill the Annan guy who made the first move tonight, and take his body with you."

"If you're going to give a gift, you should at least show your sincerity."

"Uncle, Ah Kun and the others are my brothers—" Yu Chu Jiu panicked upon hearing this.

Yu Yefeng glared at him fiercely: "No poison, no manliness. Only if we satisfy Zhang Xiaolin tonight will we have a chance the day after tomorrow."

"Uncle, I—oh dear!" Yu Chu Jiu turned her head away and started to cry.

Yu Yefeng patted his shoulder: "Chu Jiu, I assure you, this is the last time we, uncle and nephew, will have to kneel down and be treated like dirt. After tonight and the day after, no one in Shanghai will dare to point their finger at us again!"

"Uncle, I understand." Yu Chu Jiu gritted her teeth and turned to leave.

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