Meanwhile.
In a dark alley a few hundred meters from the Zhou Xiaofu Jewelry Store.
Inside a rust-covered Wuling Hongguang van, smoke hung so thick it was hard to breathe.
Four men sat inside.
In the driver's seat, a thin man with a cold, grim face stared toward the jewelry store entrance with the eyes of a wild beast.
A vicious knife scar on his left cheek twitched slightly with his heavy breathing.
He went by Mad Mule.
Between his rough fingers, he held an old photograph worn until its edges curled.
It showed him and a young man with their arms around each other's shoulders, both grinning without a care in the world.
He stroked his younger brother A Yong's face in the photograph over and over with a calloused fingertip, his touch so gentle it seemed completely at odds with his savage appearance.
"A Yong..."
He murmured the name, but every syllable dripped with venom and cold hatred from the depths of hell.
"Chen Lin... Song Qiuya..."
He pronounced the two names one syllable at a time, his teeth grinding as though he wanted to chew them to pieces and swallow them.
Those two bastards!
They killed my beloved little brother! And four of my brothers! They got Old Fifth arrested!
In the back seat, a man of few words repeatedly wiped a cold black handgun with a rag. Another held a toolbox, checking the pistols and ammunition inside.
"Boss, when do we make our move?" A thin man in the passenger seat finally broke his silence, his voice restless.
"No rush."
Mad Mule pointed to the miniature listening device tucked into his ear, an utterly twisted smile spreading across his face.
That smile was cruel and savage.
"I just heard some good news."
"They're going camping at