Not to Be Trifled With

About Moyu.

Ying remembered him very clearly.

After all, it was rare enough for a minor to come to him for a fake ID, and that minor had also vaguely made him feel danger.

Otherwise, he never would have stopped his underling from simply trying to rob him on the spot.

Now, that unlucky underling, who had insisted that robbing him outright would be more straightforward, was long dead.

Meanwhile, Ying had been doing better and better. Some time ago, one of the gang's big shots had transferred him to Los Santos, the most lucrative territory, and put him in charge of more than twenty underlings. He could be considered a minor boss now.

Having made it this far without losing an arm or a leg, Ying believed it was all thanks to his natural talent.

It all began in his childhood.

Ever since he was young, whenever Ying encountered anything big or small, he would automatically imagine all kinds of potential risks.

The most typical example was—

When Ying was a child, he had been heading home after school and was about to pass through an alley he often used when he suddenly imagined that a rabid dog might rush out from inside.

So, very sensibly, he chose to take the long way around.

The next day.

Ying heard that someone had been bitten all over by a large black dog in that alley.

Whether it had been a coincidence or not, from that moment on, Ying became convinced that he possessed a special superpower that could foresee dangers unfavorable to him.

As time passed, although everyone around him mocked him for having a victim complex and always imagining unlikely risks, he had never changed his mind.

Until today.

Ying called this special ability Intuition.

As for where the