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Tuo Sha's forehead was throbbing with veins, his hand tightly gripping a string of prayer beads.
After years of navigating through gunfire and chaos, he found himself humiliated by a younger generation, a gun pointed at his head. It was possible that next year on this day would be his death anniversary. Tuo Sha suppressed his anger; he knew Zhou Yinkun was capable of such actions.
"What do you want?" Tuo Sha glanced at Song En on the ground. "I'll compensate you for everything you want, but how do I repay you for my grandson's finger?"
A severed finger soaked in alcohol could never be reattached.
Zhou Yinkun smiled wickedly. "Uncle Tuo, what are you thinking? You and Zhou Yaohui snatched the land and factory from Mumbai, turning my military factory into some pathetic textile mill to make money. Now that you can't back out, you're trying to renege? What a joke!"
His gaze fell on the severed finger, and with a smirk, he lazily lifted his foot and deliberately stepped on it.
Blood and alcohol oozed out, making a wet, sticky sound on the floor.
Zhou Yinkun ground it underfoot like a cigarette butt, noticing Tuo Sha's pale face. He leaned in closer. "Remember, the debt you owe will be collected from your precious grandson. Every time I see him, I'll chop off one of his fingers. Once that's done, I'll move on to his arms. Don't worry; I'll keep track. I'll make sure to leave something for Uncle Tuo."
"Zhou Yinkun, hasn't Sai Peng taught you that misfortune shouldn't befall family?"
Zhou Yinkun laughed as if he had heard the greatest joke and didn't even bother to respond. He raised his hand, and A Yao took back the gun as they left together. Tuo Sha wanted nothing more than to shoot him dead, but Zhou Yinkun had come with just one person to stir up trouble, clearly unafraid of retaliation.
Dealing with a venomous snake or a leopard required a swift kill. If one failed to strike decisively, the consequences could be dire when it counterattacked. Zhou Yinkun had no wife or children and no concerns holding him back. Tuo Sha's two sons had died in gang conflicts, leaving only Song En as his sole grandson—he couldn't afford to take risks.
Tuo Sha did not order anyone to stop Zhou Yinkun; instead, he hurried over to Song En to check on his hand. The cut was clean and decisive. At that moment, Xiaxia was also crouched beside Song En, wrapping his hand with a towel from the restaurant.
"Song En, hang in there! We're going to the hospital right away!" Zhou Xiaxia exclaimed as she saw Song En suddenly lose a finger, her face paling in fear upon witnessing his pain and sweat.
To her surprise, Song En did not cry; instead, he looked at Tuo Sha with determination. A wave of relief washed over Tuo Sha; he had thought this child would be too sheltered to withstand adversity, but blood ran thick between them—his fighting spirit remained intact. Tuo Sha patted Song En's head. "Let's get you to the hospital."
His subordinates quickly came over to help Song En out, and despite knowing it was futile, they picked up and wrapped the severed finger carefully. Zhou Xiaxia trembled at the sight of it and hurriedly got up to follow them out.
Tuo Sha straightened up and looked at the guests at the table with a smile. "I apologize for the disturbance; please continue enjoying your meal and drinks! Just consider it a little comedy brought on by an inexperienced youth!"
In this vast world, face matters the most. As the protagonist of this birthday banquet, with so many eyes upon him, Tuo Sha could not afford to lose composure, nor could he leave hastily.
Zhou Xiaxia had intended to accompany Song En to the hospital, but Song En said, "Xia, you should go home first."
After saying that, he got into a car, and several black sedans sped off towards the hospital. Only one remained behind, designated by Song En to take Zhou Xiaxia home.
"Please get in the car."
Zhou Xiaxia stood still, recalling Song En's gaze from earlier. They had grown up together, yet his eyes had felt so unfamiliar just now. It was as if... he didn’t recognize her at all.
Suddenly realizing something, her face turned even paler.
The person who had severed Song En's finger was Zhou Yinkun.
Though others were unaware, Song En knew that Zhou Yinkun was Zhou Xiaxia's uncle.
Tears that had been dried by the scorching sun filled her eye sockets once more. The people from Hong Wa Gang nearby noticed that Zhou Xiaxia was crying again and looked on in surprise, momentarily at a loss for what to do.
"Uncle, you... you should go to the hospital," Zhou Xiaxia choked out. "You don’t need to see me home. Thank you."
Without waiting for a response, she wiped her tears and walked towards the bus stop. The man watched her thin figure but ultimately did not stop her; instead, he turned and got into the car. The black sedan passed by Zhou Xiaxia, its window reflecting her sobbing silhouette as she walked away.
Zhou Xiaxia quickly understood Song En's reaction but still felt wronged.
The bus stop in the afternoon was nearly empty, and the sun beat down relentlessly. After waiting for a while without seeing a bus arrive, Xiaxia walked behind the bus stop sign. Behind it was a food company with a large tree whose shade covered both sides of the company’s wall. Xiaxia reached the base of the wall where the tree provided a welcome coolness.
Not far away, in a custom matte black Maybach, Zhou Yinkun sat in the air-conditioned car, glancing impatiently at a certain spot. After finishing his cigarette, A Yao went out to buy more. Zhou Yinkun began to grow restless after waiting for about two minutes.
At that moment, he spotted a girl in a white dress standing at the base of the bus stop wall. A gentle breeze rustled the green leaves and lifted one corner of her skirt.
Just a glance was enough to feel cool and at ease.
A man's radar is always exceptionally sensitive, especially when it comes to beautiful women.
He leaned back in the back seat with interest, surveying the girl from head to toe. The dress she wore seemed a bit large for her, with space at the waist. When the wind blew from the side, the fabric clung to her body, clearly highlighting how slender her waist was. Looking down, although only her calves were exposed, they were proportionate, fair, and straight; one could imagine that her complete legs were not lacking in beauty. However, looking up, her chest barely rose, giving the impression that she had not fully developed yet.
The man's interest waned.
At that moment, the girl seemed puzzled as to why the car had not arrived yet; she turned her head to glance in its direction.
Her face was small, about the size of a palm. In a place like Thailand, where the heat could be unbearable, her skin surprisingly glowed white. It was evident that she wore no makeup; her red-rimmed eyes suggested she had been crying, yet her face remained clean despite having been washed by tears. She looked to be around fourteen or fifteen years old.
After turning her head for three to five seconds, she turned back again, as if contemplating whether to continue waiting.
Her long, smooth black hair swayed gently at the ends, stirring something within him. Zhou Yinkun closed his eyes; this little beauty who had not fully matured would offer little amusement—just a fleeting glance would suffice; she wasn't worth him braving the scorching sun to flirt with.
After two seconds of closed eyes, he opened them again. The face by the wall reminded him of someone who used to call him "uncle" while holding an ice cream at the bottom of the stairs.
Zhou Yinkun looked over once more.
Tsk. It really was his niece.
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