Goldfish

"Thump!--"

A sudden thud beneath her feet snapped Jia Wa out of her self-absorbed dance.

The effects of the marijuana were wearing off, the alcohol was fading, and the music was starting to sound a bit loud.

He sniffed hard, turned off the stereo, and realized that the surroundings seemed a little too quiet.

The gunshots at my feet stopped, and through the glass floor, I could see nothing but darkness.

There seems to be no movement on the third floor either...

How long has Hei Cha been gone?

Jia Wa raised the gold watch on his wrist to check the time, frowned slightly, then walked to the coffee table in front of the sofa, picked up his phone and quickly dialed a number.

"Beep--Beep--Beep--"

The phone rang three times before being answered.

Jia Wa asked bluntly, "Is it resolved?"

There was no answer on the other end of the phone, only an eerie rustling sound...

"Um?!"

Jia Wa glanced at his phone in confusion and asked again, but this time the call was abruptly ended.

What's going on?

An inexplicable sense of unease slowly rose in Jia Wa's heart.

He paced back and forth in the room, repeatedly dialing different numbers on his phone, but none of them were answered.

Jia Wa became irritated and angrily slammed his phone to the ground.

"Damn it! Where the hell have they all gone?!"

"Tap tap tap--"

Just then, a rhythmic knocking sounded on the door.

Upon hearing this voice, the enraged Jia Wa instantly became tense and vigilant.

He quickly ran to the sofa, pulled a pistol from the crevice, checked the bullets, cocked it, and... after making all the preparations, he slowly walked to the door and forcefully pulled it open!

Outside the door, a tall figure stood upright. The spotlight from the doorway shone on the person's head, casting a shadow on their face. Jia Wa couldn't make out the person's features, but he recognized the familiar silhouette at a glance.

"Hei Cha..."

Jia Wa's eyes relaxed, and his hand holding the gun slowly lowered. "Why are you only getting back now..."

"A big surprise!!"

"Ta-da..."

The sudden burst of laughter startled Jia Wa stumbled backward and landed hard on his backside, the pistol in his hand flying far away.

His face tightened, his eyes widened, and he watched as the "Hei Cha" outside the door tilted his head and floated in.

It was indeed Hei Cha, but he was already dead.

A smiling young man grabbed the protruding neck bone behind Hei Cha's shoulder with one hand, as if he were holding a rag doll, shook it vigorously in front of Jia Wa, and then casually threw the corpse in his hand on the ground.

Jia Wa stared blankly at Hei Cha's lifeless face, completely unable to accept this sudden and cruel reality.

The boy ignored him, walked straight into the room, went to the water bar next to the liquor cabinet, turned on the tap, and reached out to carefully wash his hands.

For a moment, the huge room fell into a deathly silence, with only the faint sound of flowing water remaining.

It took Jia Wa a full minute to calm himself down.

After all, he was the leader of the Red Ba Gang, and he had experienced many big events, so his mental fortitude far surpassed that of ordinary people.

"Can you tell me who sent you?"

Jia Wa shifted his gaze from Hei Cha's corpse to the boy washing his hands, forcing himself to remain calm as he asked, "The Tami Gang? The Dragon Water Gang? Or the Viper Gang...?"

He rattled off the names of several gangs and their leaders that he had a grudge against, but the boy, with his back to him, remained silent.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Jia Wa's mind, and he blurted out, "Dongyue! Were you sent by those Dongyue people?"

The boy turned off the tap and used his wet hands to smooth his sticky hair back, revealing his fair and full forehead.

He carefully dried his hands with a towel, then walked to the sofa, sat down, and looked at Jia Wa.

Jia Wa thought he had guessed correctly, and with a slight boost of spirits, he crawled forward a short distance and quickly said, "Actually, I've already prepared the goods. They can be picked up tomorrow... oh no, tonight."

For our first collaboration, we can do it for free; let's be friends.

As long as you..."

With difficulty, Jia Wa tentatively uttered the words, "Can you let me go?"

The young man leaned casually against the sofa, listening quietly as Jia Wa finished speaking.

Then he suddenly laughed.

He casually reached into his pocket, pulled out a package, and tossed it at Jia Wa from a distance.

Jia Wa looked down at the package.

Packed in a sealed plastic bag.

He initially thought it would be a severed finger, ear, or eye, because he did such things frequently.

result--

That bag only contained a few goldfish!

A dead goldfish.

Judging from its appearance, it's not a particularly rare or expensive variety.

Jia Wa looked up blankly, and then heard the boy slowly say in a rather calm tone, "This afternoon, a few thugs from your Red Ba Gang broke into my house without anyone's permission and killed more than a dozen of my dad's goldfish..."

So...

Just because of a few goldfish?

Jia Wa was stunned.

He turned his head and stared blankly at the Hei Cha body lying on the cold floor beside him, momentarily sinking into a deep self-doubt.

His most skilled henchman, Hei Cha, is dead.

All of his loyal henchmen below were now completely silent.

Even he himself was facing the threat of death...

Tonight, the enormous price his Red Ba Gang paid, all stemmed from the fact that a few of his thugs accidentally killed a few of the other side's goldfish?!

Jia Wa stood there dumbfounded for a long time, finally managing to stammer out a few words: "Just... because of this... small matter?"

Is it small?

The boy frowned and asked, "Do you think this is a small matter?"

Jia Wa opened his mouth, about to speak.

Sudden--

"Splash!!"

The glass floor in the center of the room suddenly shattered!

Amidst countless shattered glass shards, a monster over two meters tall, with sharp horns on its head and covered in blood and flesh fragments, suddenly leaped up from below, its eyes as red as burning embers.

"Well!!"

Jia Wa's whole body tensed instantly, as if something was gripping his heart tightly.

Soon, his eyes widened as he witnessed a scene he would never forget—

The terrifying, bloodthirsty monster that had suddenly emerged from below, panting heavily, slowly walked behind the boy on the sofa and stood obediently.

Thick wisps of blood mist drifted up from the cracks in the shattered glass floor and quickly gathered on the boy's body.

The crocodile tattoo on the boy's right chest seemed to be slowly absorbing the blood mist, gradually turning it crimson...

The boy on the sofa leaned back slightly, half of his body shrouded in a strange blood mist.

He closed his eyes, his expression relaxed as if he were soaking in a hot spring.

This is no small matter.

Completely stunned, Jia Wa heard a soft sigh from behind the blood mist.

"After all, that's my dad..."

My favorite tank of Golden Lion beer!

"Boom!!"

Jia Wa's mind felt like it was about to explode!