Fists

Han Yang knew perfectly well that, just as Shen the Butcher had said, there was no future in the underworld.

Han Yang himself had no regard for Black Three's gang either. The only reason he had seized Black Three's businesses and founded the Fuxing Gang was to protect himself.

Even banning prostitution, gambling, and drugs had merely been something he did along the way. After all, the Fuxing Gang was his business now, and Han Yang truly did not want to touch money earned without a conscience.

His power-leveling business was the foundation of everything.

As his operations grew larger and larger, it was impossible for him to remain hidden. Hadn't Black Three already set his sights on him when he had only reached this scale?

Since he could not stay hidden, he could only step forward and show his fist.

From today onward, the Fuxing Gang would be his fist.

Six months. Han Yang only needed this fist to protect him for six months.

In two months, Han Yang estimated that he could earn around 700,000 in cash. Added to the Fuxing Gang's cash flow, he would have over 1.2 million—the dividends would not be distributed until the end of the year, but Han Yang could temporarily use the money first.

With 1.2 million, he could begin the next phase of his plan. Once six months had passed and the initial plan was complete, the Fuxing Gang would have fulfilled its temporary mission. Han Yang would then upgrade and reorganize it.

"Buy a plot of land and build a factory. On my own turf, I'll be able to expand without restraint and make even more money. Then I can buy specialized chipmaking equipment and develop more advanced chips."

Han Yang thought to himself, Once I have even more money, I'll start digging an underground base. Aboveground, I'll build bars, KTVs, restaurants, supermarkets, and the like. Not only will they serve as cover, but they can also launder the money I make.

This was Han Yang's medium- and long-term plan. Within that plan, the coming three months were the most crucial period.

He could not allow anyone to interfere with his development plan. In that case, it was necessary to assign some people specifically to protect him.

After arranging the Fuxing Gang's affairs, Han Yang left immediately, unwilling to stay there a moment longer. He returned to his small courtyard.

At this point, the security company's people had arrived as well and installed more cameras.

Unlike the hidden surveillance cameras from before, these cameras were now openly mounted on the walls, watching the area around the courtyard.

Before long, the first five capable underlings Li Hu had selected arrived. Without leaving the house, Han Yang ordered them through a loudspeaker to set up five shacks around the courtyard walls as guard posts. He also promised each of them an extra 100 yuan per day, and the five underlings immediately sprang into action.

Ten people only cost 1,000 yuan a day, or 30,000 yuan a month. For the sake of safety, Han Yang did not care about that amount of money at all.

After the restructuring, the Fuxing Gang had become a complete financial liability to Han Yang. If not for safety, he could not be bothered with it.

Once everything had been arranged, Han Yang looked at the alert, capable underlings glaring at anyone who dared approach his courtyard as though scrutinizing criminals, then at the footage around the courtyard from the many cameras. At last, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally, I can do my own things without being disturbed... Heh. Black-market business, then let it be black-market business."

Han Yang knew that nearly everyone—Black Three, Li Hu, Zhao Fu, and the others—had originally believed he was involved in black-market business.

But after seeing how mysterious his background was and how powerful his connections seemed, to the point that he could even deploy Armed Drones, they began to have doubts.

At present, all kinds of speculation were circulating. Some believed Han Yang had ties to certain people at the top and was carrying out secret missions. Others believed he was some powerful figure's front man—that Han Yang truly was involved in black-market business, but the businesses belonged to those powerful people and Han Yang was merely working for them. There were all kinds of guesses.

Han Yang had no intention of clarifying anything. He even decided to fan the flames. The more outlandish other people's guesses became, the better.

Ignoring the rumors outside, Han Yang once again threw himself into nonstop studying and taking power-leveling orders within his courtyard.

Time quietly passed, and in the blink of an eye, two months went by.

During those two months, everything remained peaceful. Although Han Yang was no longer hiding and had become a rather conspicuous presence among the many forces in the Vegetable Market District, no other force came to trouble him.

That was the benefit of bringing Li Hu and the others under his control.

After taking stock, Han Yang saw that the money in his bank account had reached as much as 700,000.

"Although it's still not enough, I can start some preparations first."

After stretching, Han Yang decided to go out for a walk.

He had not left home for two months. All the supplies he needed for daily life had been delivered by underlings under his remote command.

As soon as he left the house, one of the underlings on duty respectfully stepped forward. "Hello, Boss Han."

Han Yang nodded. "Call the brothers. Come walk with me."

"Yes."

At once, five burly men who looked anything but respectable followed behind Han Yang.

Han Yang wandered casually until he reached Aunt Wang's food stall. There, he saw that Sun Gui looked much more energetic than before. It seemed his chicken head and chicken butt business was doing quite well.

When he saw Han Yang come out, Sun Gui immediately stepped forward respectfully. "Hello, Boss Han."

"Mm. Good. How has business been lately?"

"Thanks to you, everything has been going well. I can sell more than two hundred chicken heads and chicken butts every day now. I even set up a shack beside Aunt Wang's place, so I have somewhere to live. Next, I plan to start wholesaling and sell this stuff to other neighborhoods."

Sun Gui beamed, looking radiant.

Aunt Wang chimed in as well. "Exactly. It's all thanks to Xiao Yang. Lately, fewer and fewer people have dared cause trouble around here, and more and more people are opening shops. Even Lao Zhang's rundown house has been rented out. I heard they're opening a fruit shop. With more people around, more people come to eat. Your Aunt Wang's business has been getting better and better."

Aunt Wang was smiling broadly as well.

Once order improved, naturally there were more people, and business became easier.

Although Han Yang had not gone out during this period, his presence was everywhere across the Fuxing Gang's three streets.

Han Yang had made arrangements for the Fuxing Gang's bars, KTVs, and every surveillance camera on those three streets. Each camera was directly linked to his courtyard. Han Yang only needed to allocate the tiniest fraction of his computing power to keep watch over Li Hu's group and the streets around the clock, twenty-four hours a day.

The accounts were reported daily as well, and Han Yang could sort through all of them in less than a second. It was even more impossible for anyone to deceive him through the books.

With that, it was as though Han Yang had opened a heavenly eye.

At first, some people in the Fuxing Gang had still been unconvinced and wanted to pull a few tricks. But before they could even begin, Han Yang detected them.

After a small punishment, everyone immediately became completely convinced, and no one dared pull tricks again.

Han Yang had even seen through the cameras that Zhao Fu, who managed the Fuxing Gang's accounts, had secretly muttered to Li Hu that Boss Han seemed like an immortal. He never left the house, yet he knew everything, and no one could fool him at all.