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"Poison Dragon's words just now weren't baseless. Now someone wants your Lion's life, and to swallow the entire Liger Gang. Are you just going to sit and wait for death?" Elder Guo directed his words heavily at the Lion, holding the information he just obtained from the Wang Family: "The Liger Gang has been established for decades, and judging by its current brilliant achievements, it's definitely a feast in many people's eyes. Whether white or black paths, they all want a piece of your Western Suburb pie. You are aware of this, aren't you?"

The Lion remained silent, smoking more frequently. In fact, such a trend did exist recently. Government suppression policies made it hard for him to execute his plans. Although the Western Suburb was already his territory, it was still too small compared to a big city like Yanjing.

"Lion, whether we cooperate or not is secondary. The key is the person who wants to move against your Liger Gang is someone from above. For a legal businessman who washed himself clean from the underworld yet still carries a stain, dealing with people like you is quite simple. Furthermore, whether you truly washed clean, you know best in your heart." As Elder Guo spoke, he retreated back to his original position.

"Cooperate?"

After a silent pause, the Lion uttered the two words. He didn't think such cooperation had any meaning. From the outset, their target was Xiao Lin. What direct relation did this have to the Liger Gang?

"The Qu Family has fallen. Who else can help now?" Elder Guo further steered the topic to the central point. As long as the person in front of him was willing to open up, there's a possibility.

The Lion glanced at Poison Wolf, who was smoking aside. Who didn't know? The backer behind Poison Wolf—heh, trusting such a person, he'd be truly tired of living.

"The Wang Family?"

Elder Guo smiled without speaking, simply handing an envelope to the Lion.

"What does this mean?" The envelope was thin. Out came a check, a blank cash check.

"Do you think money can buy me, the Lion? You're underestimating me too much!"

"Of course, talking money in front of the Lion would indeed be presumptuous. Any industry in Liger City can earn over ten million annually." As if having expected such a reaction from the Lion, Elder Guo was not in a hurry to explain: "The previous party means no disrespect to you. It's just they didn't know how to express their desire to cooperate with you. For someone like you who can have anything, they really don't know what else could move your heart. Hence this check represents anything they can provide that you want but currently can't have."

Use honorifics? The Lion sneered internally: "They say Yanjing is the Wang Family's world. Do you mean I can have whatever I want but can't get?"

"Yes!"

"Hahaha, what bold words!" The Lion suddenly laughed: "If the Wang Family truly had such means and strength, why would they need to come seeking me, the Lion?" With one sentence, Elder Guo's inadvertent hidden killing intent instantly gathered together.

"Elder Guo, the head of the Southeast Asia Assassin Organization? Were the previous cases done by you, and Zhang Teng's fate also your handiwork?" The Lion, who wouldn't overlook Elder Guo's killing intent, placed his hand leisurely on the armrest, tapping with his middle finger intentionally or otherwise.

"It's often heard that the Lion has a 'speaker' outside Liger City. It's indeed impressive, not leaving the Western Suburb yet able to grasp all external information. Liger City is truly a great place!" Elder Guo put away the harshness in his eyes, adopting a look of admiration.

After daybreak, the sleeping town began to awaken. The first light of the day shot down from the glass boat, shining on Elder Guo's face, as the illuminated lights extinguished one by one upon meeting the light.

"It's dawn!" The Lion abruptly said without beginning or end, stretching lazily as he got up from the sofa: "Would the two of you like to have breakfast together? I have lots to eat here, if nothing else."

"Lion, don't go too far." Poison Dragon slammed the coffee table, breaking one of its legs.

The Lion looked down at the expensive table, wood chips scattered on the carpet, with crisp glass particles, it wasn't just a table. It warranted compensation for an Arab carpet as well, sigh!

"Is this the Wang Family's attitude?"

The Lion ignored Poison Dragon, turning to Elder Guo with a naturally ferocious look in his eyes: "Now I'll give you the final answer—the Liger Gang stands weak, not daring to compare with the Wang Family."

With a decisive clap, a team of armed men walked in from outside.

"What does this mean, Lion?" Elder Guo's heart also flared up seeing such a scene.

"The public order here isn't good. I'm afraid two of you would tarnish the Wang Family's reputation if you go out." The Lion raised a hand, and those who entered aimed their guns at Poison Dragon and Elder Guo.

"Go back and tell Fatty Wang to take care of himself first! Show them out."

"Lion, you will regret this." Elder Guo said no more and was the first to walk out the door, with Poison Dragon following behind. Suddenly, a cold wind blew past his ear, a sharp pain brushed his earlobe, and when he turned back to face Lion, a small drop of blood fell onto his shoulder.

Lion's face bore a cold smile, and their eyes locked in a burning gaze. Poison Dragon etched that icy smile into his mind, picked up the dart that had fallen in front of him, and forcefully embedded it into the wall, the entire willow leaf-shaped dart sinking into the wall.

Lion sat back on the sofa, using the remote control to lower the curtains in the room, enveloping himself in artificial darkness. He lay flat, eyes shut, the long smoking pipe exuding a smoky smell, while the fresh tea on the table remained untouched.

What he was sure of was that the Liger Gang would face a catastrophe, and the one bringing this disaster upon them was none other than himself. If he hadn't taken the Qu Family's order in the first place, the Tiger wouldn't have died, and his Liger Gang wouldn't be in such peril.

Although it was not directly related to the Wang Family, from several transactions on the sidelines, the Wang Family's hatred for Xiao Lin had reached an irreparable stage. Whether he should wade into this muddy water was no longer important. What mattered was the Liger Gang was already meat on someone else's chopping block. Was it just the Wang Family trying to seize this opportunity to achieve their goals, killing two birds with one stone?

The Liger Gang was to provoke a frontal assault using the Tiger's death. If successful, Xiao Lin would die, and his revenge would succeed. What benefits would the Wang Family gain? Just regaining face? Lion took a drag on his cigarette, clearing his mind to connect more details together.

Although the Wang Family was the leader in Yanjing, with Wang Zhanting backing them in the municipal party, Xiao Lin daring to challenge the Poison Dragon Gang surely implied that he had a formidable force behind him. If the Liger Gang were to confront them head-on, what would the result be?

Disappear like Poison Dragon? No, this was an empire he crafted with his own hands, how could it be destroyed so easily? Lion suddenly sat up from the sofa, facing two paths before him: to fight or not to fight!

After stepping out of Liger City, as Poison Dragon crossed the Western Suburb boundary, he hooked a man who appeared to be casually leaving and dragged him out of the area, stabbing a knife into the man's throat so quickly that not even a snowflake splattered for a second. The man struggled a few times before dying, and Poison Dragon kicked the corpse back inside the Western Suburb boundary.

The accompanying people merely watched indifferently as their companion was killed, making no gestures or actions, simply dragging the body back and leaving Poison Dragon and Elder Guo alone.

"Damn, they're all cowardly bastards." Apparently, the stance of the other party was beyond Poison Dragon's expectations, filled with rage but having nowhere to vent it.

"That old man's reaction was within expectations, you were too impulsive just now."

Elder Guo got into the car waiting outside the Western Suburb gate, complaining to Poison Dragon who followed him in. Associating with people like this lowered his own standards, really wondering why the Wang Family would have taken a fancy to such a character at the time. Besides fighting and killing, what else did he know? Nowadays, who needed to see blood upfront? Ridiculous! Use your brain, not your physical strength.

"Don't say I didn't warn you, Zhang Teng hasn't been found yet, he could defect anytime. Take him out before that happens, or none of us will escape."

"Got it!"

Poison Dragon curled up in the backseat as the car drove through the outskirts of the Western Suburb, while his venomous gaze never let go of the scenery within, the bustling town awakening.

A scene of prosperity unfolded amidst the cries of the morning market, just as Elder Guo said, like a piece of cake occupying its own territory. Whoever won the Western Suburb would have a lifetime of abundance. Its prosperity didn't lie with the outside world, but the internal development. Lion was someone with a business mind, what a pity!

"Don't act recklessly." Through the rearview mirror Elder Guo stared at Poison Dragon, already having murderous intent towards this person.

Poison Dragon snorted coldly, closing his eyes, ignoring Elder Guo's reminder.

The car had already hit the highway, and as they crossed the border, a vehicle stealthily followed them, like a ghost. Meanwhile, atop the Liger City building, the body dragged back was laid in front of Lion.

The deceased was a boy under twenty. Lion remembered him, having followed him since the age of fifteen, back when the Liger Gang hovered awkwardly between black and white, during a time when many of the elders were dissatisfied with him. During an accident, this child saved him from a firefight, and since then, Lion had kept him by his side. Though for five years he remained a bodyguard doing trivial tasks, everyone in the high ranks knew that this child had been acknowledged by Lion as his godson.

The veins ruptured, the person brought back was still twitching, Lion gazed silently at him, tears absent from his eyes.

"Boss, he's still breathing." Someone beside him pointed out, perhaps there was still hope.

"Save him? It would only bring him more pain."

A hand rested on the knife handle; just a tug could mean instant death, unable to withstand external force. Leaving it would merely extend death with a few more breaths of memory.

Heh heh heh!

Suddenly a strange laugh came from the window. A huge shadow blocked it, and this was the 33rd floor. How was the person standing before the closed window balancing their body? They appeared like a ghost, both appearing and existing there. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)