During the next month, the underground scene in Qing City experienced unprecedented turmoil. Almost overnight, the news of Yuan Gang’s downfall and the Nine Pavilion’s rise to power spread throughout the major and minor gangs in Qing City’s underground.
The gangs that had been cooperating with Yuan Gang were simultaneously furious and fearful. They couldn’t predict whether the Nine Pavilion, which had taken down Yuan Gang, would come for them next.
Facing a flood of information about the Nine Pavilion, everyone felt insecure, not only because of the lack of information about the Nine Pavilion and its rapid rise but also because it seemed to have the backing of the Qinghai Gang. Most importantly, those who survived the Qinghai Gang’s clubhouse heard the Qinghai Gang leader addressing the Nine Pavilion Master as... Mr. Jiu.
When this news was received, everyone couldn’t help but gasp. In Qing City, who didn’t know the Qinghai Gang? As one of the leaders of Qing City’s underground, it had a long history with three generations of leaders.
But the Qinghai Gang had always stayed out of disputes, treating every gang fairly. They would help if someone was in trouble, but if anyone plotted against the Qinghai Gang or touched their members, the Qinghai Gang would never show mercy.
Now, this Nine Pavilion Master, Zhan Jiu, was being addressed by Liu Kai as Mr. Jiu... All of this made people deeply ponder...
Of course, because of the Nine Pavilion’s rapid development, some major gangs wanted to take advantage of its unstable footing in Qing City’s underground to teach it a lesson.
How the Nine Pavilion had defeated Yuan Gang was already widely known in Qing City’s underground. So these gangs imitated the Nine Pavilion’s tactics, first sending a large group of people to the bars that the Nine Pavilion had taken from Yuan Gang, which were now under the Nine Pavilion’s name.
But when those people entered the bar and saw the doors being shut instantly and the malicious smiles of dozens of people inside, they knew their plan had failed.
So that day, yet another major gang in Qing City’s underground collapsed entirely, and its assets were all absorbed by the Nine Pavilion. The Nine Pavilion grew stronger, and some smaller gangs took this opportunity to leap into becoming medium-sized gangs.
Everyone had to admit that in just one month, the Nine Pavilion had transformed from something everyone doubted into something everyone avoided mentioning in awe.
The Nine Pavilion had firmly established itself in Qing City’s underground. Even the Qinghai Gang, which used to converse with it, had to take a step back now.
The changes in Qing City’s underground structure also impacted the city’s aboveground structure. For instance, everyone knew the Meng Group had advanced with Yuan Gang as its backer. After Yuan Gang’s demise, its economic sources and personnel influence collapsed.
The Chu Group, which had always been the Meng Group’s adversary, perfectly exemplified striking while the iron was hot. In the battle for land in the city center, it brought in mysterious investors’ funds and completely crushed the Meng Group in the auction bidding, causing the Meng Group to lose everything.
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Seeing Meng Liangxian’s appearance, Chu Hansong thought he would feel pleased for avenging his sister, but at that moment, he felt sorrow—for his sister who died unjustly in her youth, and for Meng Chi, who had been exiled since childhood and had to fight for his rightful inheritance between life and death.
After a while, Chu Hansong looked down at the agreement in his hand and threw it at Meng Liangxian. "I originally thought that if you could give the Meng Group’s inheritance rights to Chi, I wouldn’t fight you for this last piece of land."
"But I found out that maybe what I did isn’t what Chi wanted, and what I think may not be what Chi thinks is good," Chu Hansong took a deep breath. "Meng Liangxian, taste it for yourself, being dragged into Hell by your own kin..."
After signing the land agreement, Chu Kuang took out his phone and dialed a number casually. After about five seconds, the call was slowly answered. Chu Kuang grinned, "Boss, everything is OK."
Leaning lazily on the sofa in the Meng Group’s president’s office, looking at the trembling Madam Meng and others huddled in the corner, and then at the expressionless Meng Chi, Meng Chi felt Bi Xia’s gaze. Meng Chi took a deep breath, nodded to Bi Xia, indicating he was ready. Bi Xia’s lips curled slightly, "Come on, the show is just about to start."