Tiger Head Gang

As Zhao Xing'er's state grew more agitated and the situation threatened to spiral out of control, Yue Wen had no choice but to step in, grabbing her raised arm.

"Stop fighting!" he shouted.

But Zhao Xing'er's attack was blocked, and she suddenly turned, throwing a counter-punch.

Yue Wen caught a glimpse of her eyes up close. A fierce red light blazed within them like fire, her clarity gone, clearly unable to distinguish friend from foe!

Fortunately, Yue Wen reacted quickly, crossing his arms to block the punch. Met with resistance, the red light surrounding Zhao Xing'er erupted instantly, unleashing a tidal wave of power in her punch.

BOOM--

Crimson flames exploded outward, and Yue Wen was instantly sent flying backward, crashing into the opposite wall, which cracked heavily from the impact.

He was fortunate he had already gathered a pure qi barrier around himself, preventing any injuries.

He was only dazed for a moment.

What a brutal punch.

After the punch landed, the red light around Zhao Xing'er slowly dissipated, and her eyes regained their clarity.

"Boss." Seeing Yue Wen sent flying by her, she quickly rushed over to check on him.

"I'm fine."

Yue Wen let out a breath, landed lightly, and shook his arm. Apart from a sore and swollen forearm, he seemed otherwise unharmed.

"You took my full-power punch without getting hurt?" Zhao Xing'er asked, surprised.

"You sound a little disappointed," Yue Wen chuckled.

"I'm sorry," Zhao Xing'er apologized quickly. "I... I do have some issues."

"I can see that," Yue Wen said, calming his qi and blood. "Your resume said you were at the Second Realm, right? That punch didn't feel like something from the lower three realms."

"I exaggerated a little on my resume," Zhao Xing'er said with a shy smile. "Actually, I'm at the mid-stage of the Third Realm, and... my constitution is unique. I have the Innate Martial Saint Body, just with a slight mutation."

Yue Wen had heard of the Innate Martial Saint Body before; it was one of the many immortal physiques, born with the Martial Spirit Red Light protecting them, making them incredibly powerful.

However, he'd never had the chance to see it in person, nor did he know what a mutated version would look like.

"My anger transforms into the Martial Spirit Red Light. The stronger my rage, the more intense the red light. Once I can't suppress it, it explodes, and I have to release it all to calm down," Zhao Xing'er explained. "When I get angry enough, I can't control the Martial Spirit Red Light, and sometimes I can't tell friend from foe..."

Yue Wen looked at the girl's fair and gentle face, thinking she was a study in contrasts.

She looked like a gentle beautiful girl, but when she got angry, she turned into a bloodthirsty berserker.

"Excuse me," Guo Yang asked cautiously from the side, looking somewhat distraught. "Do you need me to call an ambulance for Mr. Chen? He looks... a little dead?"

"We'll deal with your issue when we get back," Yue Wen said, waving a hand at Zhao Xing'er, indicating they should handle the main business first.

Zhao Xing'er turned to Guo Yang. "I'm sorry, I forgot to ask about your son's whereabouts."

Looking at Mr. Chen's flattened head, it seemed unlikely they'd get any information from him anytime soon.

"It's fine, we still have two conscious individuals," Yue Wen walked over and grabbed one of the men in sunglasses. "Open your eyes! Stop pretending!"

"Ahhh, spare me!"

The man hadn't actually fainted at all. He'd just seen how Zhao Xing'er had beaten Mr. Chen and didn't dare move.

"You guys usually handle illegal and criminal jobs for him, right? Did you kidnap Brother Guo's son?" Yue Wen asked. "If you don't tell me the truth..."

He glanced at Zhao Xing'er, who immediately flexed her bicep.

"I don't know!" the man shouted. "My boss assigned us a mission, and we came. I really don't know if he sent anyone else to do other things!"

"Where's your boss?" Yue Wen frowned. "Take us to him."

"Huh?" The man looked troubled. "If my boss finds out I led outsiders to him, he'll never let me go."

Yue Wen glanced at Mr. Chen's flattened head again. "Maybe the ambulance can bring two more stretchers? One for him, and one for..."

The man immediately jumped up, brushed off his shoulders, and gestured forward. "Sir, this way!"

Yue Wen called out to Guo Yang, "Brother Guo, we'll bring your son back. You should go home and wait. Leave it to me, you can rest assured."

"Ah."

Guo Yang stared blankly as they left, then looked at the mess around him, unsure if he should be reassured.

In this era, the surface was calm, but the undercurrents were chaotic. Every city had its share of underworld gangs lurking in the shadows.

The most powerful gang in the southern suburbs of City Seven was the Tiger Head Gang.

Ten years ago, the leader of the Tiger Head Gang rose to prominence in this area. He didn't have many subordinates, but any enemy who opposed him would be found dead in the wilderness the next day, gradually becoming known as Brother Hu, whom no one dared to provoke.

There were many bosses like Mr. Chen in the southern suburbs who paid substantial protection fees to the Tiger Head Gang every month. In return, if they needed someone to do dirty work, the Tiger Head Gang would handle it.

For example, dealing with workers like Guo Yang who were demanding compensation.

"Our Tiger Head Gang's headquarters is very well hidden. That three-story building above ground is just a decoy. There are always many brothers stationed inside, prepared for sneak attacks. Several enemies who tried to confront our boss directly have died there."

"Our boss's real residence is in the basement below the building. There's a large, very secret space there. As someone who's been with the boss for many years, I only know that place exists, but I've never been inside."

"But I know where the entrance to that basement is. I can take you there directly later. As for how to open the door, that will depend on your skills."

"..."

The small white electric scooter traveled along a leaf-strewn path in the suburbs.

Zhao Xing'er was still sitting behind Yue Wen, while the captured strongman was sitting in front of Yue Wen... in a way, he was in Yue Wen's arms.

Moreover, the space in front of the electric scooter was very small. He was less sitting and more like a lump of muscle squatting there.

He looked sturdy, fierce, and helpless.

At this moment, the strongman's attitude was quite active, constantly describing the layout of the headquarters to Yue Wen and the others, as if he were afraid they might accidentally fall into an ambush.

Seeing that they were about to reach their destination, Yue Wen even asked with some bewilderment, "Although I asked for your help, you're being too helpful. Why do you seem like you're afraid the Tiger Head Gang won't be destroyed?"

"Of course," the strongman chuckled. "By bringing you to the headquarters, I've already become a traitor. If you destroy the Tiger Head Gang now, so be it. But if you fail, I'll be in trouble."

"Oh—"

Yue Wen suddenly understood, realizing the mindset of those historical traitors.

The Tiger Head Gang's small building was surrounded by a courtyard wall, with groups of men in black suits patrolling inside. The security was quite tight. If there wasn't an inside informant, it would be truly difficult to break in.

Parking the electric scooter outside, the strongman tidied his appearance and resumed his cold expression, leading Yue Wen and the other person inside swaggeringly.

The strongman hadn't lied. Although his strength was lacking, his seniority in the Tiger Head Gang was quite old. All the subordinates he encountered along the way greeted him respectfully.

"Brother Six, you're back."

"Mm, take these two to see the boss." The strongman nodded.

"Brother Six."

"Brother Six."

"..."

With the inside informant leading the way, they passed through unimpeded, arriving at the entrance to a semi-underground basement staircase inside the building. The strongman turned around and pointed.

"I can't go any further than this," he said. "The boss usually stays down there. Unless there's something important, he won't show himself easily."

Yue Wen stepped forward and took a look. "There are multiple formations on the door. Brute force might not open it, and it could easily alert the people inside."

"Then what do we do?" Zhao Xing'er asked. "Wait here for him to come out?"

"That's too passive," Yue Wen thought for a moment, then asked the strongman again, "Do you have your boss's phone number?"

"You want me to trick him out?" The strongman shook his head. "It's very difficult. Our boss is very cautious. If I handle a small matter like the factory, even if something happens, it's not worth him showing up in person."

"Just give it to me," Yue Wen said.

The strongman had no choice but to open his contact list and show a string of numbers.

Yue Wen glanced at it, took out his phone, and dialed the number. "Hello? Sir, your takeout has arrived."

"How could this possibly trick our boss! That's too sloppy!" The strongman's eyes widened instantly.

As expected, a cold voice came from the other end of the phone, "I didn't order any takeout."

Yue Wen suddenly cursed, "Idiot, if you didn't order it, who did? Am I your dad, coming here to feed you? I've left it at the door. If you don't want to eat it, take it to your mom's grave!"

"You're just going to curse if he doesn't fall for it?" The strongman was stunned, "That's so vulgar!"

The person on the other end of the phone was clearly taken aback by the immediate barrage of insults. After a few seconds of stunned silence, a furious roar came back, "You're at the door, right? Don't you dare leave! I want to see who has the guts!"

Immediately, there was a clattering sound from behind the basement door, and the main door swung open.

Bang!

The strongman covered his face with his hand, full of disbelief. "You actually tricked him?"