Chapter 324

Chapter 324 The Arrival of Yuan Wei Gang!

 

Ningjiang Port, a large passenger ship was slowly docking.

At the front of the deck, a man wearing a golden-yellow long robe was gazing at the prosperous land filled with skyscrapers, his eyes revealing a faint gleam.

This man had a square, dignified face, with thick eyebrows that almost reached his temples, and exceptionally bright eyes that radiated brilliance when he looked around.

“Beautiful mountains and rivers.”

The man softly uttered these words. Though spoken lightly, they carried an intangible pressure, clearly the aura of someone who had long held a position of power.

This man was the current leader of the Yuan Wei Gang, Wan Yan Zheng Yong!

An elderly man in a black robe stood behind him, with long white eyebrows that hung down to his cheeks. He was thin and wiry, with a humble demeanor, looking somewhat benevolent.

“Boss, this land will be in our hands before long.”

“Old Tian, we came here precisely for this land,” Wan Yan Zheng Yong said as he surveyed the distant skyscrapers, slowly clenching his fist. “After fighting and killing in the three northern provinces for so many years, not only did we achieve little, but even if we unified the underworld of the three northern provinces, what then? Yuan Wei Gang would forever remain just Yuan Wei Gang, never reaching new heights.”

Wan Yan Zheng Yong pointed a finger at Ninghai’s tallest building that reached the clouds, saying, “And they will always treat us as crude outsiders from beyond the border, never taking us seriously.”

“Rest assured, Boss, everything has been arranged. Yuan Wei Gang has been preparing for so many years, and we will complete this final task with utmost care,” the humble old man said, his eyes seemingly always carrying a smile.

“One battle to determine victory or defeat. Let future generations judge my merits and faults.” As Wan Yan Zheng Yong spoke, he turned around to gaze at the northern horizon that had long disappeared, his eyes growing brighter.

…

Li Huazhong had taken extended sick leave from the police department these past few days. Early in the morning, he brought Master Yu and more than a dozen subordinates to wait at the port. When he saw the proud figure standing at the front of the deck from afar, his heart suddenly tensed, and his palms became covered in sweat.

The Four Tigers of Beitang were originally supposed to participate in the Ten-Year Boxing Tournament, but this time two died and two were crippled. Forty Beitang elites, who were also an important attacking force, were captured by the Qinglong Gang. Some died, some were injured. For this major failure, he, Li Huazhong—no, Wan Yan Huazhong—had to bear primary responsibility!

Yuan Wei Gang had been secretly planning for more than a decade, intending to seize control of Ninghai’s underworld through this opportunity. But now it seemed that before this northern tiger could formally open its bloody mouth, half its paw had already been chopped off!

Master Yu and Biao Zi stood behind Wan Yan Huazhong. The former glanced at the approaching passenger ship and said, “Young Master, don’t be nervous. The Boss has always been fond of you. Besides, those who achieve great things always encounter obstacles. We’ve only lost some members of Beitang, and this force won’t have a decisive impact on the gang’s century-long plan.”

Master Yu was clearly trying to comfort Wan Yan Huazhong, but his words didn’t sit well with the latter.

Beitang was the core force that Wan Yan Huazhong had spent years secretly cultivating, investing countless funds. It was also his guarantee for successfully taking power in the future. Now with such heavy losses, how could he not be anxious?

Biao Zi remarked indifferently from the side, “Some old people just like to talk nonsense. What’s the use of hindsight now? If certain people had stepped in at the time, Beitang’s losses wouldn’t have been so severe!”

Master Yu’s expression changed.

Seeing that Wan Yan Huazhong didn’t stop him, Biao Zi glanced sideways at Master Yu and continued, “Actually, this matter is really very simple. Doesn’t a certain elderly gentleman claim to have the fighting power to sweep through half of the north? Why didn’t he step in? Why did he always hide behind like a coward?”

These words were extremely harsh. Master Yu looked at the Young Boss’s back, then at Biao Zi. His eyebrows trembled as he suppressed his anger and said, “For the century-long plan of Yuan Wei Gang.”

In truth, how could Master Yu be blamed? He didn’t know beforehand that Beitang would actively provoke the Qinglong Gang. If he had known, how could he have stood by and watched? Those were all brothers of Yuan Wei Gang, many of the young men he had watched grow up with his own eyes. Now with losses before the battle even began, how could he not be heartbroken?

“Enough, both of you.” Beitang’s losses were already a fact, and Wan Yan Huazhong wouldn’t dwell on this matter. He wasn’t like those shortsighted second-generation officials or rich kids. Apart from being too possessive, his abilities in certain areas were quite remarkable.

The passenger ship had now stopped, and Wan Yan Zheng Yong in his golden-yellow clothing was particularly eye-catching as he walked down step by step, with “Old Tian” following behind him. The members of Yuan Wei Gang didn’t appear conspicuously but had dispersed and disguised themselves as travelers, already entering Ninghai through different channels.

Wan Yan Huazhong hurried forward to greet them, saying, “Father, Uncle Tian, the journey must have been tiring.”

Old Tian nodded with a smile, while Wan Yan Zheng Yong glanced at his son and said calmly, “Learn from your mistakes. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Wan Yan Huazhong trembled all over and nodded heavily.

Since childhood, he had been particularly afraid of his father, a feeling that hadn’t changed even into adulthood. He could tell this was his father’s rebuke.

Wan Yan Zheng Yong sat in the business car prepared by his son, maintaining an expressionless face throughout.

“Money is external to oneself. Fifty million isn’t a big deal; it’s lost, so be it. But the deaths of so many brothers are your loss.”

Wan Yan Zheng Yong glanced at his son. He didn’t say “the gang’s loss” but “your loss,” indicating that he, as a father, was fully aware of everything his son had been doing secretly over the years to buy off Beitang and cultivate his own forces. He simply didn’t bother to expose it.

Hearing these words, Wan Yan Huazhong’s body trembled involuntarily!

“Why didn’t I let you join the gang early on, but instead left you in Ninghai’s government to develop freely? Do you know why?”

Wan Yan Huazhong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, “You didn’t want me to get involved in the underworld too early.”

“That’s not the entire reason.” Wan Yan Zheng Yong rubbed the jade ring on his thumb and said calmly, “Your temperament still needs tempering. You lack patience and find it hard to achieve great things.”

“Father’s guidance is correct.”

Wan Yan Huazhong bit his lip. Even though he strongly disagreed with this answer and felt very unwilling to accept it, he couldn’t make any objections at this time.

“Have the fifty million been given to the Qinglong Gang?” Wan Yan Zheng Yong asked calmly.

Hearing this question, Wan Yan Huazhong felt even more ashamed: “Well… not yet…”

“What?” Upon hearing this, two cold gleams shot from Wan Yan Zheng Yong’s eyes!

“How has it been delayed until now? Are you joking? There are only three days left until the Ten-Year Tournament begins!”

Even with Wan Yan Zheng Yong’s usual calm demeanor, he couldn’t control his anger upon hearing this news!

For him, nothing was more important than the Ten-Year Tournament. He not only wanted to seize first place to gain the authority to command the Chinese underworld, but also to destroy the Qinglong Gang during this period, control the entire Ninghai underworld, and hold this prosperous land in his hands!

After more than a decade of strategic planning, everything was set to unfold in three days. But now Wan Yan Huazhong was telling him that the hostage exchange hadn’t taken place! How could he not be furious?

Wan Yan Zheng Yong, long accustomed to his position of power, emanated a terrifying aura. Feeling this aura, Wan Yan Huazhong’s body began to tremble uncontrollably!

“Dad, I…”

Wan Yan Huazhong stammered, but Wan Yan Zheng Yong cut him off!

“What dad? Call me Boss!”

“Boss.” Forcing himself to say it, Wan Yan Huazhong knew that his father was truly angry this time!

“If you can’t give me a suitable explanation today, then withdraw from Yuan Wei Gang. I, Wan Yan Zheng Yong, will no longer have you as a son!”

Hearing this, Wan Yan Huazhong trembled again. He knew his father wasn’t joking. With his ruthless nature, he could really expel him from the family!

“Boss, it’s like this. Since that night’s incident, I’ve negotiated with Li Yang’s Qinglong Gang multiple times, but they’ve been adamant about the exchange time. Because I was worried that if I pushed too hard, our Beitang brothers would be mistreated, I’ve delayed until now.”

Saying this, Wan Yan Huazhong lowered his head: “I request Boss’s punishment!”

Wan Yan Zheng Yong didn’t speak, as if he had anticipated this answer.

“Boss, do you think Li Yang’s Qinglong Gang has detected something, and is deliberately doing this to hinder our Yuan Wei Gang’s actions in a few days?”

Old Tian stroked his snow-white goatee, his eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a rather dangerous quality.

“The Qinglong Gang won’t detect anything,” Wan Yan Zheng Yong analyzed. “Not to mention that our plan is very thorough, if I were Li Yang, even if I had detected something, I wouldn’t so blatantly surround and attack Beitang. That’s equivalent to openly offending our Yuan Wei Gang, which is extremely irrational behavior.”

“Then why would he do this?”

At this point, Wan Yan Zheng Yong glanced at his son and sneered, “If I’m not mistaken, those Beitang youngsters might have actively provoked the Qinglong Gang with the mentality of pleasing certain people, and Li Yang, out of anger, captured them all.”

It must be said that Wan Yan Zheng Yong’s analysis was very accurate, remarkably close to what had actually happened.

Old Tian continued to narrow his eyes: “In that case, the Qinglong Gang’s fighting power is also quite formidable. Those forty-plus Beitang elites were all capable fighters. If Li Yang could capture them all, we may have underestimated the Qinglong Gang.”

Wan Yan Zheng Yong played with his jade ring, showing no concern: “If we can’t even overcome this hurdle, how can our Yuan Wei Gang talk about conquering the south?”