The Youth Alliance

Outside the teahouse, just as Wang Yan and Qi Si got into the car to leave, Liu Yitong casually pulled open the rear door and jerked his chin at Wang Yan. "Move over, brother. I'm tagging along for a meal."

Wang Yan shook his head with a smile and shifted inward to make room for Liu Yitong. Once Qi Si started the car and headed toward the restaurant they frequented, he laughed. "Coming out at a time like this means cutting yourself off from those people."

"That rabble? In your words, they're only good for bullying ordinary folk. They'll never accomplish anything big. With me clinging to the thigh of Detective Wang, what do I have to fear from them?" Liu Yitong snorted, then asked curiously, "You don't really intend to open a bank with them and make them rich, do you?"

"Opening a bank is real. Making money is real too. But what I want is for only the people I want to get rich to get rich. We're good brothers—why are you playing dumb with me now? They've been in this game for so many years. If they still can't understand something this simple, then they've been in it for nothing."

"You want to completely unite all of them?" Liu Yitong frowned. Though he had said "them," strictly speaking, he was one of "them" as well. Once the people in the teahouse came to an agreement, he too would have to put up money and become a shareholder.

Because of Wang Yan's forceful stance, his attitude had already been made perfectly clear. If all of them refused, Wang Yan would not step forward to withstand the pressure from Japan, much less deal with Zhang Xiaolin's men. If some of them agreed, then the rest would face only one