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Lufei, who has been wheelchair-bound for some time, has been quite subdued lately. The thought of that powerful opponent still sends shivers down his spine. He regrets ever thinking about becoming the top dog in Longchuan; he would have been better off focusing on his drug business and accumulating wealth instead of sacrificing his lower body for a mere title.
Initially, Lufei wanted revenge and to make Xin Yi pay a painful price. This desire was fueled by adrenaline, but once he calmed down, he realized he had no grounds for revenge. In terms of fighting, even twenty of him wouldn't stand a chance against Xin Yi. As for cunning, even the usually impressive Young Master Qiao had failed miserably, wasting significant resources and manpower without achieving anything. If Xin Yi wanted to take Young Master Qiao's life, it would be as easy as child's play. Even the renowned Provincial Party Secretary's son was toyed with by Xin Yi; what could Lufei possibly do? Thus, he abandoned his thoughts of revenge and decided to focus on his drug business instead, believing that quietly amassing wealth was the way to go.
However, a few days ago, some individuals approached Lufei. The leader, a man resembling a gorilla named Scarface, claimed they were sent by Young Master Qiao to request a batch of drugs from Lufei. He couldn't refuse; after all, Young Master Qiao was the boss of Binhai, and Lufei needed his protection to survive in this world. He quickly offered up all his stock without expecting any payment. Scarface assured him that once Young Master Qiao unified Longchuan, Lufei would still hold the top position there. Lufei sincerely expressed his gratitude towards Young Master Qiao.
With his stock gone, the market demand remained high. Lufei quickly organized funds to purchase raw materials from the south and worked overtime to produce more drugs. As the boss, he often visited the production line to show concern for his workers. One night, accompanied by several bodyguards, Lufei personally visited his drug processing factory located in the North Suburb. The workers were busy at work, and Lufei toured the facility in his wheelchair, emotionally connecting with some of them by asking about their living conditions and families. The workers responded enthusiastically, expressing their satisfaction with their lives and thanking various organizations for their support.
This scene is purely satirical but seems increasingly common these days.
Lufei's drug processing factory was essentially an underground workshop located in a typical rural courtyard. The workers were all underlings of Lufei who lived and worked there. To outsiders, it appeared to be a mechanical workshop with several machines and plenty of oil stains and waste materials scattered around. No one suspected it was the largest drug manufacturing hub in Longchuan; this disguise had worked successfully for years without incident.
After inspecting his operation, Lufei felt satisfied as he prepared to leave with the finished products. Just as he stepped into the courtyard, the front gate suddenly burst open with a loud crash as a group of black-clad individuals wearing knit caps stormed in. Lufei was shocked—wasn't this something out of a police movie? Did the Heavenly Pride police have their own version of Flying Tigers?
The Flying Tigers moved swiftly and coordinated perfectly. Some members engaged Lufei's bodyguards and workers while others searched Lufei's vehicle for drugs he intended to take with him. After gathering what they needed, the leader signaled for an immediate retreat; within thirty seconds, they vanished without a trace. The entire incident took less than two minutes, and not a single word was spoken by any member of the Flying Tigers. If it weren't for the bodyguards and workers lying on the ground along with the missing drugs, Lufei would hardly believe it had happened.
Lufei and his crew stood dumbfounded until one worker shouted, "Boss! They took our goods!" Everyone snapped back to reality and rushed outside to intercept them. Just as they reached the entrance, bright lights shone from across the street as several police cars sped around the corner and surrounded them. Before the cars even came to a stop, armed officers jumped out with guns aimed at Lufei and his men.
"Hands on your heads! Get down!" commanded an authoritative voice.
The sudden turn of events left everyone utterly disoriented. Under normal circumstances, they might have attempted to resist or buy time to escape since they were seasoned criminals familiar with police tactics; they knew how easily things could turn in their favor if armed equally. But now there was no time for such thoughts—surrender was their only option. Each person harbored one question: "When did the police become so formidable? They’re employing tactical coordination now—Flying Tigers leading the charge while detectives close in?" Consequently, they would boast about this experience for years to come: "Back in my day, they even sent in Flying Tigers just to catch me!" earning them much admiration.
Drug manufacturing and trafficking are serious crimes in Heavenly Pride Nation; Lufei's death sentence is inevitable along with severe penalties for those involved. The drug market in Longchuan would remain stagnant for a long time thereafter.
On the same night, on the second floor of an abandoned factory in the East Suburb, more than thirty burly men covered in tattoos were gathered together eating takeout. Among them, one particularly stood out: a man with a face full of black hair and an ugly scar across his face. As they ate, one of the men threw his lunchbox down and shouted, "What the hell is this? I've eaten this takeout three times already! If I eat it any longer, I'll start growing vegetables on my head! If I had known coming to Longchuan would be such a pain, I wouldn't have come no matter what!"
"What are you yelling about?! I'm not the only one who's eaten this terrible takeout three times! If you want to eat, eat; if you don't, stop complaining!" Scarface shouted angrily.
The man who had just complained softened and said, "Brother Leopard, this food is really awful. When are we going back? I really don't want to stay in this godforsaken place any longer."
"You think I want to stay in this hellhole? But things are tense right now. I heard our faces are all over the news, and the police outside are looking for us everywhere. Going out now would be like walking into a trap. Just wait a bit longer; the higher-ups said they would arrange for us to leave as soon as possible," Scarface replied helplessly.
These men were A Bao and others who had been transferred from S City by Josen. Recently, they had caused trouble at Liyuan Mall and were involved in drug-related incidents at entertainment venues under Three Tiger Hall. They could be considered professional thugs, each skilled in Kung Fu and known for their clean and efficient methods. However, they never expected to be recorded during their rampage at Bauhinia Night Club and broadcast on television. That's why Josen found them this place to lay low for a while.
As they finished their meal and chatted idly, suddenly a series of hurried but orderly footsteps echoed from the stairs. The group jumped up in alarm and grabbed their weapons. A crowd of black-clad individuals wearing Flying Tigers knit caps surged up the stairs, each wielding a bricklayer's trowel that was clearly custom-made—longer and heavier than usual. There were about forty or fifty of them, and without saying a word, they swung their trowels at Brother Leopard and his crew. Caught off guard, Brother Leopard's group was overwhelmed; it wasn't that they lacked skill, but these black-clad attackers didn't follow any conventional rules. Typically, those in their line of work would exchange some words before fighting—asking who backed whom or which bosses they knew—but these attackers charged in without any warning.
Although Brother Leopard's crew was capable fighters, the combat abilities of the black-clad men exceeded their expectations. Caught unprepared, within moments several members of Brother Leopard's group were injured, bleeding profusely. Realizing the situation was dire, Brother Leopard shouted, "Retreat! Move upstairs! Hold the stairway!" But after calling out for a while and seeing that his men weren't moving upstairs, he cursed them for not following orders. Turning around, he discovered that the top of the stairs was also filled with black-clad men holding trowels, waiting for his crew to come up and serve themselves as targets. Brother Leopard thought to himself that it was over; when did these black-clad men manage to get upstairs? This time they were truly ambushed.
Brother Leopard steadied himself and shouted loudly, "Who are you? I'm A Bao from S City; please let your leader speak..." But poor Brother Leopard barely finished speaking when one of the black-clad men suddenly delivered a swift kick that sent his two-hundred-pound body flying across the room with a crash onto the ground several steps away. At that moment, more black-clad individuals joined the fray. Their combat skills were already far superior to those of Brother Leopard's crew; combined with their coordination and sheer numbers, within ten minutes Brother Leopard's thirty-odd tattooed men were sprawled on the ground groaning in pain.
The black-clad man who had kicked Brother Leopard then pulled out a package from his pocket and tossed it onto the ground while signaling to his comrades. Immediately, all the black-clad men sheathed their trowels and lined up neatly as they descended the stairs together. Within a minute, they had vanished without a trace.
Brother Leopard was drenched in cold sweat as he clutched his stomach in pain while struggling to get up. He picked up the package and tore it open to see what it contained. What does this mean? Brother Leopard was stunned; did so many people come just to beat them up and deliver this package of drugs? No! He realized there was something fishy going on!
"Get up quickly! We need to leave! We can't stay here!" Brother Leopard shouted at his injured comrades on the ground. However, some of them couldn't even crawl; there was no way they could leave so quickly. Gritting his teeth against the searing pain in his abdomen, Brother Leopard took off running down the stairs alone.
As soon as he rushed down the stairs, the front door was burst open, and several glaring red dots were aimed at the vital parts of Brother Leopard. A voice shouted, "Raise your hands! Or we'll shoot!" It was over; Brother Leopard obediently raised his hands. At that moment, the adorable Brother Leopard realized that the bag of drugs was still firmly in his grasp...
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