The Police Were Going Crazy

Wang Xuan felt like he was going crazy. No, he already was!

He had been thoroughly toyed with by Shen Leman. Looking down at his disheveled appearance, he felt an urge to die.

But even if he died, he had to drag someone down with him.

He gently lowered her leg. To Shen Leman's surprise, Wang Xuan did not look particularly dejected or so devastated that he doubted his life. Instead, he looked at her tenderly. "Since that's the case, you need to get plenty of rest. How can you still drink alcohol? You really don't know how to take care of yourself. Go lie down. I'll make you some ginger and brown sugar tea. Drinking something hot will be good for you."

Shen Leman suddenly felt that she had gone too far. Wang Xuan treated her so well that she truly shouldn't have teased him.

She grabbed Wang Xuan as he turned to leave and hugged him tightly, resting her head against his chest. His solid chest made her feel incomparably safe. For this man, she was willing to make certain sacrifices.

Ever since Wang Xuan had schemed against him, Viper had suffered financial losses, but the deaths of several capable subordinates had given him an even bigger headache. He did not really trust the people he had promoted to replace them, and it was also difficult to win everyone's support.

With people dead and positions left vacant, many wanted to rise through the ranks. If things were mishandled, internal conflicts would intensify.

Because of this, Viper had suffered headaches for several days. Only now had he more or less gotten things sorted out.

After finally finding some free time, he couldn't help wanting to take revenge on Wang Xuan. In all the years he had been in the game, it was the first time he had suffered so many losses at one person's hands. He had lost all face, and not only was he mocked by the other bosses, but those beneath him were also beginning to stir. He felt deeply uneasy.

What lay before him now was the need to find a way to seize those three streets back. Wherever he had lost face, he had to reclaim it there.

Should he start a full-scale clash and forcibly take them back from Wang Xuan?

The chances were slim. According to his investigation, Baki's people had also entered those three streets. Though he hated to admit it, the other side had the advantage in strength.

Then he could only resort to some underhanded tactics.

"Big Mouth!" Viper shouted toward the outside.

After the short and stocky Big Mouth pushed the door open, he said nothing and simply waited for Viper's instructions.

"Arrange for a few trusted men to keep an eye on several of Wang Xuan's subordinates. Pay special attention to that Ah Wai fellow. Find an opportunity to kidnap him and bring him back." Viper's voice was not loud, but it carried a vicious edge.

Big Mouth lowered his head and pondered for a moment. Having followed Viper for so long, he understood what Viper meant: he wanted to threaten Wang Xuan. But... "Wang Xuan has a woman."

Viper curled his lips. "Although I really hate Wang Xuan, I have to admit that he's a man with the makings of a great leader. Everyone was fooled by his reckless appearance. He and Liu Bang and Liu Bei are the same kind of people. Threatening him with a woman... Heh, it's better to take one of his brothers. If he doesn't do anything, he'll be seen as disloyal, which would be a major blow to both his reputation and his standing in the hearts of his men. If he does intervene, then we'll be the ones benefiting greatly."

"Besides, the underworld has its own rules. Trouble shouldn't involve family. I, Viper, am simply someone who follows the rules."

As Viper spoke, he even started believing his own words.

He wasn't afraid to say a few extra words to Big Mouth. Big Mouth was tight-lipped and spoke very little. Sometimes, he wouldn't say a single sentence all day.

This time was the same as usual. Big Mouth merely nodded and turned to leave.

The next day...

Wang Xuan called Zhou Kun over. For legitimate business, he still had to look for this college student. At present, he was the only person under Wang Xuan who could actually be put forward.

"Sit."

After spending a long time with Wang Xuan, Zhou Kun had a general understanding of his temperament. Wang Xuan disliked people who beat around the bush. As long as you could get things done, the boss was very easygoing. "Boss, what are your orders?"

"Come here for dinner tonight. We're having barbecue."

Zhou Kun knew the boss definitely had more to say, so he did not rush to express his thanks. He quietly waited for the boss to continue.

Wang Xuan was very pleased with his composed personality. "This barbecue is in the style of northern Mainland cuisine. Give me your evaluation as well. I'm planning to start a barbecue city, so give me some suggestions. Once everything is settled, we'll register a catering company. In the future, we may open other restaurants too."

He wanted to bring the dishes he liked—or rather, the dishes that would become the most popular in China in the future—to Hong Kong ahead of time, such as Sichuan cuisine and hotpot.

"All right, Boss. I understand."

Looking at the composed Zhou Kun, Wang Xuan increasingly felt that his other four subordinates were far too restless. It was time to give them some additional training.

"I want to set up a school."

The sudden statement left Zhou Kun stunned. The corner of his mouth twitched as ten thousand grass-mud horses galloped through his mind. No matter how composed a person was, he couldn't withstand such a huge turn. It was far too damn sudden.

Besides, a gang was setting up a school?

What were they planning to teach the students?

How to commit crimes more effectively?

How to cut people down more effectively?

How to evade the police more effectively?

How to bribe the police more effectively?

What would the school be called?

Hong Kong Gangster University?

Who would the teachers be?

Former underworld bosses?

Elite criminals?

The gang's red poles?

Was he sure the Hong Kong Royal Police wouldn't go crazy after learning about this?

For a moment, countless questions flashed through Zhou Kun's mind. He stared blankly at Wang Xuan, his mouth unconsciously hanging open as his entire face twisted.

Seeing Zhou Kun's astonished expression, Wang Xuan felt especially proud of himself. What a genius idea this was!

"What do you think? A one-of-a-kind gangster school known throughout the world. Of course, I know this can't be accomplished overnight, but we can take it slowly. There's no rush!"

"Hehe! Hehe!" Zhou Kun truly didn't know how to express what he was feeling at that moment. "Boss, this... will definitely go down in history!"

Wang Xuan was very satisfied and gave Zhou Kun a look that said he had good taste.

He had suddenly found the best way to complete his mission. What did influence mean? The Godfather of the American Mafia had influence, so he would become Hong Kong's Godfather. No, he would become the principal of Hong Kong's Whampoa Military Academy.

From now on, people would no longer call him by the low-class nickname Brother Blood Dragon. They would affectionately call him "Principal" instead. That had so much more prestige!

However, he needed to carefully consider what courses to offer. To this group of academic failures, mathematics, Chinese, foreign languages, chemistry, politics, history, and the like were all incomprehensible. Anyone capable of mastering those subjects wouldn't become a thug. Zhou Kun was merely an exception.

But the formalization of the underworld was historically inevitable, because the social environments of most countries around the world would tend toward stability. Only stability could bring about economic prosperity.

Countries plagued by war would inevitably be in the minority and were not useful as references.