Chapter 72: I'll Pay!

"Dragon, don't be impulsive. That pharmaceutical factory is forbidden territory!" Tan Bu-cai looked at Zuo Qinglong with a face full of worry.

"Forbidden territory?" Zuo Qinglong let out a cold laugh. "Do you think that factory is like Fifth Lord's Gathering Manor? In Qian City, aside from Fifth Lord's Gathering Manor, nowhere else is truly forbidden."

"Dragon, I've heard Xu Biao has tried to mess with the factory multiple times, but the place is still standing strong. Even if it's not forbidden, it's a den of tigers and dragons. Otherwise, Xu Biao wouldn't have suffered losses and never tried to reclaim his pride," Tan Bu-cai advised.

The Cheng family offered a million to smash up the factory, break the limbs of someone named Mo Han, and capture the factory's boss to deliver him. That was far too insulting to the Qinglong Society. After all, Qinglong Society was one of the top underground powers in Qian City.

And since the pharmaceutical factory had even bested Xu Biao, Tan Bu-cai felt this deal was anything but worthwhile.

"Bu-cai, how long have you been with me?" Zuo Qinglong suddenly asked.

"Dragon, I've been by your side for five years," Tan Bu-cai replied.

"Yes, five years." Zuo Qinglong raised his glass and drained it in one gulp. "In these five years, you should know my strength. How do you rate the power of the Qinglong Society?"

"We're strong—definitely stronger than Xu Biao's Sakura Society," Tan Bu-cai thought for a moment before answering.

"That's right." Zuo Qinglong slammed the glass down heavily. "But Xu Biao has Fifth Lord backing him. To conceal our strength, I've had to endure and let Xu Biao take the title of the top underground force. Because Qinglong Society can't afford a direct confrontation with Fifth Lord!"

"But all this patience has left my brothers with nothing but scraps. If I don't find them some real benefits soon, in a while, Qinglong Society will be reduced to just you and me—bare bones commanders."

"So, regardless of whether that factory is a den of tigers or dragons, I must take this job. I won't keep a single cent of the million; I'll give it all to the brothers!"

Zuo Qinglong spoke with resolute determination.

A den of tigers and dragons? In Qian City, there was nowhere he wouldn't dare go except Fifth Lord's Gathering Manor. Xu Biao suffered losses because he was weak, not because the factory was unbeatable.

He didn't believe he'd suffer the same fate.

"Ah, but won't this expose our strength?" Tan Bu-cai said.

"It's time for Zuo Qinglong to step onto the stage." Zuo Qinglong poured himself another drink, his tone calm.

Tan Bu-cai's eyes brightened, a hint of excitement in his voice. "Dragon, does Yuzhou have new instructions?"

"Yes. The north is in chaos—Fifth Lord's backers can't spare attention for a small place like Qian City anymore," Zuo Qinglong replied coolly.

Tan Bu-cai nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Dragon, I understand. You're taking this opportunity to announce to all of Qian City—and to Fifth Lord—that the Qinglong Society is making its entrance, aren't you?"

Qinglong did not answer. He changed the subject, "Tell the brothers to prepare. Tomorrow morning we strike the pharmaceutical factory."

...

The next day.

"Cheng Pi, Qinglong Society is hitting the pharmaceutical factory today, right?" Cheng Quan summoned Cheng Pi.

"Yes, Young Master. They said they'd move at ten. Just about half an hour left," Cheng Pi replied respectfully.

"Come, take me to see this show," Cheng Quan smiled.

He loved watching enemies plead in front of him, relished their expressions of despair. Especially remembering Li Anan's fiery temper that day, he could hardly wait to see her kneel before him, delicate and pleading.

"Understood." Cheng Pi nodded, and together they left the hospital.

Half an hour later, Cheng Pi drove Cheng Quan to the factory. Seeing the gates open, Cheng Pi drove straight in.

But as he entered, the scene before him left him stunned.

Inside the factory, over a hundred gangsters lay sprawled on the ground, while the security guards were unharmed.

"What is going on?" Cheng Quan's heart trembled.

"I—I don't know. Could this be Qinglong Society's trick?" Cheng Pi shook his head.

Could over a hundred Qinglong Society members lose to just a few dozen factory guards? Impossible!

Both Cheng Pi and Cheng Quan were dumbfounded, unable to believe what they saw.

Neither could Zuo Qinglong. He had always considered himself the second best fighter in Qian City, second only to Dominator Blade. He believed no one could withstand ten punches from him.

Yet today, he couldn't even take a single punch from a security guard. With just one blow, his entire right hand was shattered.

How powerful was that punch!

What shook him even more was the combat strength of those guards—thirty of them, and they had taken down all one hundred and fifty of his men.

In ten minutes, all one hundred and fifty brothers were down. Not one could stand.

He finally understood what Tan Bu-cai meant by a den of tigers and dragons. This factory wasn't just about Mo Han's freakish strength—the thirty guards were monsters too!

"Take them all over to the warehouse," Mo Han said coldly.

Xu Jing and the others nodded, kicking the feigning dead gangsters to their feet.

Zuo Qinglong had brought just one hundred and fifty men, so Mo Han had only dispatched thirty elites.

"What—what are you planning?" Zuo Qinglong looked at Mo Han in shock.

Was Mo Han planning to kill them all to silence them?

Zuo Qinglong's throat went dry, fear creeping into his eyes.

"Don't be afraid. I'm just making them work for me for free," Mo Han said mockingly, seeing the fear in Zuo Qinglong's eyes. "As for you—your hand is ruined. You're useless now. But since you dared to stir trouble at my factory, I won't let you off. Either pay me fifty million, or die. Choose."

"Fifty million? Why don't you just rob us!" Tan Bu-cai scrambled to his feet, shouting angrily.

For years, Qinglong Society had stayed out of Sakura Society's turf, so they could never come up with that much money.

"You're not qualified to bargain with Brother Han. Get back to work!" Xu Jing slapped Tan Bu-cai hard and pushed him toward the warehouse.

Tan Bu-cai's face changed, but seeing the murderous intent in Xu Jing's eyes, he held back. He'd just tried to fight Xu Jing, but had been knocked out with one punch—the difference was overwhelming.

"I'll pay!" Zuo Qinglong glanced at Mo Han's eyes and hurried to agree.

The faint, chilling murderous aura in Mo Han's gaze left him in no doubt. It was the look of a man who'd seen countless deaths.

Cheng Quan and Cheng Pi reacted, turned their car around, and tried to escape.

But as they turned, the factory gates had already closed.

Their faces changed, but before they could react, several security guards knocked on their car windows, asking them to get out.