Zhang Linyu buried herself in his arms.
Shyness, nervousness, and a faint, secret joy churned together in her heart.
She bit her lip,
then gently nodded.
While she went to take a shower, Lin Yao made a phone call to A-Bu.
What followed was the process of a young girl becoming a woman.
The entire process was simple and unadorned,
yet filled with raw, instinctive, dopamine-driven momentum.
…
Meanwhile—
At Wild Fox Bar, private room 207.
The lights were seductive, the room dim and hazy.
Hun Jianglong had a girl on each arm, smug and pleased with himself.
Based on the strength of the three elite hitmen from a Numbers Gang major branch that he had hired today,
taking Lin Yao down should have been a sure thing.
It was said those killers had never failed a job.
The down payment alone was fifty thousand Hong Kong dollars.
Of course, he'd also sent his trusted lackey, Wei Wen, to keep an eye on things.
He was already planning that once Lin Yao was taken care of tonight,
he'd properly enjoy himself with the two Vietnamese girls beside him.
Lin Yao was now the biggest thorn in his side.
The boss had been paying less and less attention to him lately.
To think—even when Lin Yao took Hongyi First Brother's money,
the boss didn't question it at all, and even rewarded Lin Yao with a hefty "hard work" bonus.
It was simply unbearable.
"Boss! Boss!!"
At that moment—
Wei Wen burst into the private room, eyes darting nervously, making frantic gestures.
"What's going on? Did it succeed? Speak!"
Hun Jianglong jumped to his feet anxiously.
Wei Wen kept signaling with his eyes.
Only then did Hun Jianglong wave for the two women to go wait in the room next door.
He even reminded them to get the drugs ready—
tonight, the ammo had to be sufficient.
"Wei Wen, I'm having a great time here.
You'd better be bringing me good news," Hun Jianglong snapped irritably.
"Boss… it didn't work."
"I saw those three hitmen—all of them were killed by Lin Yao."
"I didn't dare stay. I was afraid he'd notice me, so I came straight back…"
Wei Wen stammered.
"What?!"
"You're telling me those three Numbers Gang killers were wiped out by him?!"
"It's true, boss! Their shots missed—
no one expected that kid Lin Yao to be that fast!"
"In just the blink of an eye, he killed all three!"
"Boss… I really think we shouldn't mess with him anymore."
"If we do, both you and I might end up dead…"
Smack!
Hun Jianglong raised his hand and slapped Wei Wen hard across the face.
Blood poured from Wei Wen's nose.
"Boss, hitting me won't change anything!"
"Good thing those three only took fifty thousand as a deposit!"
Hun Jianglong ignored his explanation and continued beating him,
until his trusted subordinate's face was swollen and bruised beyond recognition.
Only then did he finally calm down.
Panting, he grabbed Wei Wen by the collar.
"Are you dead yet?! If not, then listen carefully!"
"I'll give you another hundred thousand for 'medical fees.'
Go find more killers. Lin Yao must die."
"Otherwise, neither of us will be able to stay in this turf."
"Yes, yes… boss…"
Wei Wen nodded frantically and staggered out, covered in injuries.
After Wei Wen left,
Hun Jianglong slowly picked up a bottle of liquor on the table.
Gulp, gulp—
he drank more than half of it in one go.
Then, staggering, he headed toward the small room next door,
its red light glowing brightly.
This was his territory.
Every girl in his five establishments—
he'd already had them all.
The two tonight were newly arrived from Vietnam, not even a month in yet.
They'd just finished training and were officially starting work.
Hun Jianglong wanted to "test the goods" properly.
What he didn't know was—
At that very moment, A-Bu, dressed in dark clothing, was already on the move.
He drove an unregistered vehicle and stopped it outside Wild Fox Bar.
He'd gotten the location earlier by capturing one of Hun Jianglong's lackeys and forcing the information out of him.
That lackey was then fed to the fish at Sai Kung.
Seeing that the bar had mostly cleared out,
A-Bu finally took out his military dagger.
He leapt upward, grabbed the drainpipe on the wall, and climbed.
With one punch, he shattered the glass on the top floor and slipped inside.
Following the directions provided by the lackey,
he quickly found the small room glowing with red light.
As he approached quietly,
he heard thunderous snoring.
Inside, he also heard the voices of two women.
The two women quietly walked out of the room.
One of them muttered,
"He even took the pills."
"I heard Hong Kong men love to brag.
Looks like this trip really paid off for us sisters."
"Yeah, yeah—let's go rest…"
After the women left,
A-Bu silently stepped forward and eased the door open.
He grabbed a pair of underwear from the table and stuffed it into Hun Jianglong's mouth.
Then the dagger in his hand plunged viciously into Hun Jianglong's heart.
Stab! Stab!
"Mmm—mmm—mmm—!"
The intense pain jolted Hun Jianglong awake from his drugged sleep.
The stabbing continued—seven or eight times—
until his legs went limp and his body went completely cold.
After finishing everything,
A-Bu left the scene immediately.
He drove the unregistered car all the way to the outskirts of Tuen Mun,
abandoned it, and walked back.
In a deserted area, he removed the bandages from his fingers—
used to erase fingerprints—
and burned them all.
The next day.
Hun Jianglong's men noticed something was wrong and hurriedly called Fat Wah.
A death—
and it was Hun Jianglong.
The scene instantly descended into chaos.
The girls in the bar were panicking.
Some secretly called the police.
Before long, the Major Crimes Unit arrived.
Seeing that Hun Jianglong had been assassinated with surgical precision,
with no traces left behind,
even the detectives were stunned.
Damn it—
How was this case supposed to be solved?
Hun Jianglong had countless enemies.
The only option was to investigate slowly, starting with known leads.
Hun Jianglong was finished.
Fat Wah rushed to the scene quickly,
still in his pajamas, hair disheveled, beard untrimmed.
It was obvious he'd come in a terrible hurry.
Who would kill his godson?
The question churned endlessly in his mind.
Could it be Big D?
That bastard had been tailing him with his men these past few days.
Thankfully, Fat Wah had eight bodyguards with him.
Was it possible they couldn't kill him,
so they killed his godson instead?
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.
Still, that didn't stop him from quietly transferring
all of Hun Jianglong's cash and fixed assets into his own name.
Of course, the fixed assets would need to be handled by lawyers.
But
the hundred-plus ten thousand in cash Hun Jianglong had on hand—
from this moment on—belonged to him.
Along with all of Hun Jianglong's women.