Ah Heung's Side
When Ah Heung walked out of the office building,
her steps were a little unsteady.
How was she supposed to explain this to Chen Tai-Long when she got back?
She hadn't gone far
when a figure suddenly jumped out from the alley—
one of Hung Thai's foot soldiers.
"Sister-in-law!
Why are you here?!"
"Brother Long's looking for you!"
"Ah Fat, I was just wandering around,"
Ah Heung replied calmly.
"Is something wrong?"
"N-no, nothing," Ah Fat said hurriedly, lowering his voice.
"But Sister-in-law, this area belongs to Lin Yao—the Lust Demon.
Be careful."
After saying that,
he quickly ran off to report to Chen Tai-Long.
When Ah Heung returned home,
Chen Tai-Long was sprawled on the sofa,
legs crossed, smoking.
The moment he saw her—
he flicked the cigarette to the ground.
Smack!
A hard slap landed across her face.
"Fuck! You cheap bitch!"
The slap was followed immediately by punches.
As he hit her, he cursed:
"You dared go work for Lin Yao?!
Were you planning to put a green hat on me ages ago?!"
Ah Heung clutched her face and curled up on the floor,
biting her teeth and refusing to make a sound.
She knew arguing was useless.
Chen Tai-Long never listened to her explanations.
He only dumped all his frustrations onto her.
Normally, Chen Mei would keep him in check.
But today—
Chen Mei wasn't home.
Chen Tai-Long stared at her trembling body on the floor,
a vicious glint flashing through his eyes.
"Lin Yao wants to play, huh?
Fine! I'll fucking play with him to the end!"
The next second,
he unbuckled his belt.
Ah Heung collapsed onto the ice-cold floor.
Her back burned where the belt struck,
the pain so fierce it made her breathing shake.
Chen Tai-Long whipped the belt through the air,
his eyes bloodshot with rage.
"Fuck your mother!
You dared work at the company that bastard Lin Yao is keeping?!"
"Were you itching to cuckold me?!"
Ah Heung bit her lip, trying to explain
that she only wanted a job to kill time—
but the moment she made a sound,
Chen Tai-Long roared:
"Fuck! Still talking back?!"
"Tomorrow you quit that job!
Or I'll break your legs!"
After slamming the door and heading out to drink and fool around,
Ah Heung slowly pushed herself up.
Looking at her bruised face in the mirror,
she finally couldn't hold back her tears.
The Next Morning
Early the next day,
Ah Heung went to Tianyao Film Company,
her body covered in injuries.
Just as she reached the office building,
she saw Yi Xuefei waiting at the entrance.
Yi Xuefei noticed the bruises on her face immediately.
Frowning, she grabbed Ah Heung's hand.
"What happened to you?
Was it Chen Tai-Long who did this?!"
Ah Heung's eyes turned red.
She couldn't hold it in anymore
and told her everything that had happened.
Yi Xuefei clenched her fists in anger.
"That Chen Tai-Long is a complete piece of trash!"
"No.
We have to tell Mr. Lin."
The two of them walked into the office.
Lin Yao was sitting on the sofa, talking with Wang Jiawei.
The moment he saw Ah Heung's condition,
the smile on his face disappeared instantly.
"Ah Heung—
who did this?"
Ah Heung lowered her head, her voice trembling.
"It was… Chen Tai-Long."
"He found out I was working here,
went home and beat me…
and told me to quit."
Lin Yao turned his head and looked at Ah Bu, who was standing nearby.
"Find out where Chen Tai-Long is right now."
"And tell the brothers—
tonight, we're going to take another 'walk' down Locke Street."
"Yes, Boss!"
Ah Bu nodded and left immediately.
Lin Yao then looked back at Ah Heung,
pulled out a stack of cash from the drawer,
and placed it on the desk.
"This is ten thousand.
Take it and get treated first."
"As for Chen Tai-Long—
you don't need to worry. I'll handle it."
Ah Heung stared at the money on the table,
then looked at Lin Yao.
Her tears fell even harder.
Yi Xuefei gently patted her shoulder and whispered:
"Don't worry.
When Mr. Lin says something, he means it."
Not long after, Ah Bu called back.
"Boss, Chen Tai-Long is at a bar on Locke Street,
gathering men."
"Looks like he wants to go all-out with us."
Lin Yao replied calmly:
"Notify Feiji and Da Dong.
Have the four of them gather downstairs at the film company."
"Understood, Boss!"
Less than ten minutes later,
the sound of synchronized footsteps echoed downstairs.
Two hundred men in black vests lined up neatly.
Not long after,
chaotic footsteps and shouting came from the distance.
Chen Tai-Long appeared,
wearing a floral shirt,
a machete in his hand.
Behind him—
over five hundred Hung Thai foot soldiers surged forward,
blocking the entire street.
"Lin Yao! You bastard!"
"You dare touch my wife?!
Today I'll tear your shitty company down!"
Chen Tai-Long pointed at Lin Yao's nose and screamed.
Lin Yao flicked the ash from his cigarette
and casually waved his hand.
"Go."
The moment the word fell—
the two hundred men behind him charged forward.
Hung Thai had numbers,
but most of them were temporary street thugs.
Lin Yao's men were different.
They had been completely reshaped,
trained by Ah Bu, Da Dong, and the others.
And in the past few days,
twenty-six more veterans had joined them—
men straight from real battlefields,
each capable of taking on five opponents alone.
The first clash on the street—
and Hung Thai's men fell in droves.
Some had their knees smashed by steel pipes,
howling while clutching their legs.
Some were struck in the back by batons,
three ribs snapping at once.
A few tried rushing the company's glass doors—
only to be kicked square in the chest by Feiji,
sent flying into the wall,
vomiting on the spot.
Internal pressure spiked,
causing projectile vomiting.
Severe concussions everywhere.
Chen Tai-Long watched his men drop one after another,
his face instantly shifting from rage to terror.
Even the machete in his hand began to tremble.
He had thought sheer numbers would crush Lin Yao.
He never imagined his own men were this useless.
So Hung Yi's defeat hadn't been luck after all…
What now?
What the hell was he supposed to do now?!
Panic finally set in.
At that moment,
Da Dong walked up with a steel pipe.
Crack!
He stomped hard on Chen Tai-Long's wrist,
sending the machete clattering to the ground.
Da Dong said coldly:
"Chen Tai-Long—
Brother Yao said it clearly."
"Touch his people,
and you pay the price."
Chen Tai-Long was drenched in cold sweat from the pain,
but still tried to act tough:
"Lust Demon Yao, are you crazy?!
Hung Thai's men aren't finished yet—"
Lin Yao walked over slowly,
squatted down,
and patted his face.
"You really think
you're walking out of this street today?"
"Feiji—
take him back."
"Give him a lesson.
Just don't kill him."
"Ah Bu—
send someone to notify Chen Mei."
"Tell him:
if he wants his son back,
prepare ten million."
"Yes, Boss!"
Feiji grabbed Chen Tai-Long by the collar
and dragged him like a dead dog
into a nearby warehouse.
Inside the warehouse,
a single dim yellow bulb hung from the ceiling.
Broken wooden crates were piled in the corner,
and old, uncleaned stains covered the floor.
Thud!
Feiji threw Chen Tai-Long to the ground
and immediately bound him tightly with hemp rope.
Chen Tai-Long struggled and cursed—
but the moment he lifted his head,
Feiji slammed a boot down on his shoulder.
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