The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

"How do you make a living now?"

"Be a fast customer."

Lu Yuan had indeed heard of the term "quick cop," which essentially refers to a disposable thug.

Used and discarded, paid daily, with no affiliation, and not considered an official member of the gang.

They call you when you need something, you get paid after you finish, and you're gone. It's similar to a walker (for elections) or a courier (for scams).

In fact, Lu Yuan was recruited to fill in at funerals in his early days, which was also a form of express delivery.

It sounds mysterious, but it's essentially still a day-wage job.

"How did you end up working as a deliveryman?"

"After the gang disbanded, everyone was left with no other way out but this path," Wu Yazi said angrily. "It's all the Crown Prince's fault."

The Tooth Gang is destined to become a significant chapter in the history of gangsters in the northern region.

Because it's too ridiculous.

Because the creator was so unskilled, the result was as fragile as a paper window, shattering at the slightest touch.

The underlings that Wang Heng gathered by throwing money at them could not be screened again and incorporated into the group like the special business department.

They also couldn't join other gangs to continue their criminal activities, because the Tooth Gang had just finished fighting with the Prince.

According to underworld rules, this is the time to reap the rewards of victory. These underlings are nominally members of the Five Lakes Gang awaiting incorporation. Before the Prince officially announces his instructions to the other members of the Tooth Gang, any other gang that dares to take them in would be breaking the rules. Even if the Prince comes knocking on your door, it won't be considered a problem.

Those gang leaders all had some family wealth or connections, and each had their own place to go. But it was a different story for the lower-ranking members. The prince's continued silence left a large number of idle lower-ranking members of the gang with nowhere to go.

Wu Yazi was the worst off among all the cadres, and could only work as a deliveryman like the other underlings.

Because his official status was questionable.

"I thought you'd been killed in the Five Tooth Battle," Wu Yazi said with a chuckle. "I dreamt you were back last night, and I woke up smiling this morning."

"I'm not gay."

"What are you saying?" Wu Yazi punched Lu Yuan in the chest and said excitedly, "With the two of us here, what is there to worry about that can't be accomplished?"

"For example?"

"For example, as soon as you got back, I got a job to capture the crown prince."

As a loyal supporter of the Tooth Gang, Wu Yazi hated Prince with a passion.

"Don't let me catch the Crown Prince, or I'll skin him alive."

Do you know what the Crown Prince looks like?

"You'll know soon enough," Wu Yazai said loudly. "Once I've gathered enough people to take on the job, I'll naturally send the prince's photo to my phone."

"What happened to your former underlings?"

"I told them to go hang out with other people; there's no future with me."

Wu Yazai sat casually on the table. The room was dimly lit and the lights weren't even on because he didn't have money to pay the electricity bill.

He picked up a lighter from the bedside table, lit a cigarette, and rummaged through the cabinet for other things as he did so.

After finding him, he asked Lu Yuan, "Do you want a smoke?"

"What the hell?"

"Quickly".

Crack, also known as Pili Cocaine, is a drug with significant harmful effects.

It has long been circulated among fast food workers and low-level workers because it is cheap and has low barriers to entry.

It's somewhat similar to the petty shrewishness that's popular among young, idealistic guys.

It is highly addictive and hallucinogenic, and should never be touched.

"Quickly quit this stuff."

"I live off this stuff..."

"If you hit me again, I'm leaving."

"Don't go, don't go, I'm not smoking anymore."

Wu Yazai quickly packed up his things, grabbed Lu Yuan's arm, and asked, "You're smart, think of a way to capture the prince, then we can rise to the top in one step."

Now everyone in the underground world knows that capturing the prince will lead to instant advancement.

This is an enormous temptation.

"I do have a way."

Lu Yuan hesitated for a moment before slowly speaking: "But it's dangerous. Are you willing?"

"I've been out in the game for a while now, why would I be afraid of danger?"

Wu Yazai felt that Lu Yuan was looking down on him, and kept pulling up his clothes to show off the knife scars on his body.

"Make arrangements for the funeral in advance and let my parents know."

"My parents haven't cared about me for a long time," Wu Yazai said. "My story before was true."

Lu Yuan remembered that he had previously mentioned that his father was having an affair with his second aunt. Little Wu Yazai told his mother about it, and his mother was heartbroken and went to the street to commit suicide. His father broke his leg while trying to save his mother.

"Whoever pays me is my father."

Wu Yazi grinned, showing his big teeth and shaking his head.

But then he stopped laughing.

Because Lu Yuanzhen took out a thick wad of cash.

To be honest, if it's a new coin, this thickness doesn't seem like much.

But this is a knife, and its thickness, which is almost too big to hold in one hand, is truly astonishing.

Wu Yazai had never seen so much money in his life.

"Here, all this money is for you."

"Really?"

"I have conditions."

"What are the conditions?"

"Send your henchmen who are on their way here to disperse."

Upon hearing this, Wu Yazi's face instantly turned pale. His eyes darted back and forth between the table and Lu Yuan's face. After a moment of hesitation, he let out a heavy breath:

"Your Highness, you..."

"People who don't have brains should stop using their brains."

Lu Yuan initially had no idea what Wu Yazi was doing.

Until he asked that question: "Do you know what the Crown Prince looks like?"

Wu Yazi insisted that he didn't know.

Isn't that utter nonsense?

In this information age, although Lu Yuan's kill order couldn't be published on official platforms, it must have spread far and wide in private long ago.

How could he not know?

"I won't interfere with your choices. I'll only ask you one question," Lu Yuan said, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed. "Do you want to arrest me or work for me?"

"Your Highness, whoever pays me is my father."

"Still called the Crown Prince?"

"dad."

"roll."

"Xu Xiaoyuan".

Lu Yuan pushed a wad of cash on the table toward Wu Yazi, then took out another thick wad of cash from another pocket:

"How much is my head worth on the Jianghu kill list?"

"Five hundred thousand dollars."

Don't underestimate this 500,000; it may even be the highest bounty in the history of the northern region.

Bin Laden was only worth 50 million back then, which already made him a criminal who shocked the world.

"This is the deposit; the rest will be yours once everything is settled."

"Is this money safe?"

Wu Yazi looked at the money with trepidation, clearly having already heard about the investigation into the group.

Although he didn't understand, his subconscious thought was that the money was too hot to handle...

Don't worry.

This money was money that Lu Yuan had prepared long ago.

In the information age, even money that has been prepared in advance can be traced back to its source.

After all, as a shareholder, Lu Yuan's salary is not high, and he has to go through the company's accounts to spend any money he wants.

No matter what method you use, whether it's buying a house or a car.

This large sum of money will be investigated. If the whereabouts of this money are unclear and it has not been converted into corresponding houses and cars, then the investigation will be thorough.

That Lu Yuan's transfer of a large sum of cash will become known.

However, it is difficult to investigate the source of this money in Lu Yuan's possession because the account records show that the money was used for the company's "cultural and entertainment construction" expenditure.

In Lu Yuan's case, this cultural and entertainment construction project does not involve a song and dance troupe.

Instead, she was a maid.

He had a large number of maids at home and set aside a large sum of cash as a long-term budget.

Why not exclude company expenses? Can't we rehearse at home and perform at the annual meeting?

Lu Yuan set an extremely extravagant salary level for the maids, which also led to an extremely extravagant budget for this part of the service.

This part can withstand scrutiny.

It doesn't matter even if this gets published.

At most, when making a meme, they might say something like, "The Crown Prince has good taste," but otherwise, you can't really say anything.

If you have money, can't you even enjoy it?

"The other part of the money is for you to recruit people." Lu Yuan took out an even thicker wad of cash from his pocket and placed it on the table: "Recruit as many idle members of the Ya Gang as you can."

"Don't worry, Dad, money makes a son."

Wu Yazai spoke excitedly, then picked up his phone and started making a call.

It wasn't difficult for him to code a code; even if he was terrible at it, he had been a cadre before, so he still had some face to lose.

Moreover, he had already prepared the people when Lu Yuan arrived.

They're poised to seize the crown prince.

Lu Yuan looked at Wu Yazai's profile, squinted, and opened his phone.

He said, "Doubao, I'm a legitimate businessman, and now I'm being threatened by gangs. With law enforcement doing nothing, is it illegal for me to pay other gangs for protection?"

Lu Yuan wasn't lying.

There are some things that law enforcement simply cannot handle.

Because when he came out of the internet cafe looking for Wu Yazi, he walked out the main door openly and honestly.

The moment he stepped out of the internet cafe, he saw some people who were supposed to be monitoring him.

After staring at him in disbelief for a few seconds, she turned her head away as if she hadn't seen him.

This means that even if Lu Yuan surrenders now, it won't make a difference.

A prince who rebels and dies in a gang war is clearly more valuable than a prince who surrenders and sincerely admits his mistakes.

The more negative the image, the more valuable it is.

Lu Yuan walked past the window, his gaze sweeping over the underlings who were gathering downstairs.

Gazing at this dreamlike city from afar.

He knew a joke: when you earn 3,000 a month, the city you live in consists of a vegetable market, a discounted supermarket, and an electric scooter canopy.

When you earn 30,000 a month, this city becomes a dazzling hub of bars and karaoke lounges.

When you earn 300,000 a month, this city is full of villas and private clubs...

A city has different facets.

Lu Yuan used to treat it as a joke, but now he feels that people don't think things through when they use it as a meme.

Lu Yuan, who is nominally one of the wealthiest people in the city, will soon have to face the city's darkest side.

A violent, lawless, and dark version.

He has to survive first.