He turned and shot Tao Bai a dismissive glance.
*SMACK!*
Tao Bai slapped him across the face.
"BenZuo am a bit hot-headed right now. You'd better watch your mouth."
"Damn it! You dare slap my face? You've got some nerve, just you wait!"
"Wait your mom to come?"
With that, Tao Bai delivered another sharp slap.
Unable to dodge in time, he took another blow.
Enraged and humiliated, he immediately bolted toward the car.
To the young delinquent girl's astonished gaze, he quickly turned and came back.
Tao Bai's heart clenched as a fierce killing intent surged toward him!
He channeled his spiritual energy to its limit, erecting a protective barrier around himself.
*Bang! Bang bang bang!!!*
The youth drew his pistol and fired four shots at Tao Bai!
An invisible wall of air deflected every bullet, sending them tumbling to the ground before Tao Bai.
*Bang bang bang...*
The youth, blinded by rage, fired relentlessly.
He emptied the magazine of his Type 92 pistol in mere moments, yet Tao Bai remained unscathed before him.
The young delinquent had vanished long ago.
The deafening gunfire drew a crowd of bewildered onlookers.
*Click!*
The magazine emptied, the pistol emitting a sharp metallic click.
The teenager stared in horror at the unscathed Tao Bai before him, then bolted.
He yanked open the door, flung the gun onto the passenger seat, started the engine, and slammed his foot to the floor.
The Mercedes roared down the road.
Tao Bai opened her oil paper umbrella and murmured: "Shun."
In the next instant, he materialized in the backseat of the Mercedes.
But the youth, focused solely on driving, failed to notice the silent presence in the rear.
Perhaps the violent jolt had sent the gun lying on the passenger seat tumbling to the back.
Tao Bai casually picked up the black firearm and began examining it in the rear seat.
The grip featured a diamond-patterned anti-slip texture, adorned with a five-pointed star emblem that felt sharp against the skin.
The gun appeared to be less than 20 centimeters long and weighed about a pound and a half.
Its length and weight were roughly comparable to what hung below his waist.
The car sped on.
Half an hour later, it turned onto a dirt road littered with fishing nets, kicking up dust as it charged straight into an old factory building by the river bearing a sign reading "Shuntong Storage."
The iron gate slammed shut behind them.
A dozen burly men rose at the sound.
Luo Zhengfeng yanked open the door, stepped out, and slammed it shut with a loud bang.
The scarred man in charge strode forward eagerly.
"Young Master, you're back just in time! The brothers were about to eat!"
Luo Zhengfeng paid him no mind, heading straight for a concealed door.
Pushing it open, he descended into a damp cavern.
Inside stood a long rosewood table laden with documents.
His father, Luo Yan, sat at the head, puffing on a cigar.
Through the swirling smoke, the imposing features of his face were faintly visible.
At that moment, Tao Bai also opened the car door and stepped out leisurely.
Lighting a Huanghelou Man Tian You cigarette(Yellow Crane Tower Soaring Sky),
he exhaled slowly and remarked,
"What kind of dump is this? You arrive without so much as a word."
A dozen burly men, hearing the commotion, rose again and headed outside.
Spotting Tao Bai, they wore puzzled expressions.
"Never seen this gentleman before. Is he the young master's friend?"
The scarred man stepped forward, his sharp gaze flickering toward the cigarette Tao Bai held, adding a note of certainty to his thoughts.
He's smoking a Man Tian You!
Wait—
That lighter is a Zippo 75 worth over a thousand yuan!
Could this be some newly acquainted wealthy young master of the young master's?
"Just met him, yet he dares lock me in the car and tell you, Young Master, to get out. I need to ask him what he means by that."
"So you're a new acquaintance（原来是刚交的朋友）,"
Friendly Note: 刚交 Mandarin pronounced like 肛交, which means anal sex.
The scarred man observed Tao Bai, who had stepped out of the Young Master's car, dressed as a Taoist priest but acting boisterously.
He gave a hearty laugh.
"The Young Master just went to see the Boss. He'll be out for dinner soon. Friend, please come inside."
Inside the factory hall stood two round tables. Tao Bai walked over to one and casually plopped down in a seat.
*Creak~*
The plastic chair emitted a strange sound as Tao Bai sat down.
After ushering Tao Bai inside, the scarred man simply said, "Make yourself at home," and went back to his tasks.
The other burly men in black cast suspicious glances at Tao Bai, but he remained oblivious, puffing on his cigarette and fiddling with his lighter.
Seeing no unusual behavior, the men returned to their own affairs.
Some fetched bowls, others brought dishes, while a few played cards.
One burly man had his right shoulder wrapped in thick bandages, his face bruised and swollen.
Another burly man was helping him loosen the bandage so he could serve himself later.
It was unclear whether he'd been beaten while collecting protection money, caught in a gang fight, or injured for some other reason.
"Hey! You bunch of losers, stop playing cards!
Get over here and grab your bowls and chopsticks, or you'll eat shit later!"
The scarred man yelled at the group playing cards at another table.
"Enough already, last round! Shut the fuck up!"
Snapped an edgy-looking guy with an earring, wearing thick socks and flip-flops, who was squatting on a plastic chair.
*SMACK!*
The scarred man flashed forward, instantly before him.
He kicked out, sending the plastic chair flying.
The earring guy landed flat on his ass, a card flying from his hand and the others scattering across the table.
He dusted himself off and stood up.
"Eighth Uncle, you always do this. It's not fair!"
The earring man sulked as he gathered his cards with the others, then turned and headed for the kitchen.
Before long, two round tables were piled high with food.
"Hey, go fetch the boss."
The scarred man gave a nod toward a slender, long-haired man.
The man promptly walked toward a hidden door and knocked.
Moments later, Luo Zhengfeng and Luo Yan emerged together.
"Father! It's... It's this guy!!"
Luo Zhengfeng pointed at Tao Bai, his body trembling uncontrollably, his tongue stumbling over his words.
"Kid, you think this is the time to joke around with your old man?"
Luo Yan gave Luo Zhengfeng a hard slap on the shoulder before striding purposefully toward Tao Bai.
Since it was Tao Bai's first visit, someone placed disposable plastic bowls and bamboo chopsticks before him.
Tao Bai deftly picked up the chopsticks and began eating without delay.
Seeing this, the others shot furious glances his way.
Luo Yan leaned close to Tao Bai and asked, "How's the last meal?"
The other burly men followed Luo Yan as they surrounded the table where Tao Bai sat.
"Just the right amount of salt. Not bad."
Tao Bai replied between bites, then pulled a Type 92 pistol from his coat and slammed it onto the table.
"Losing this thing would be bad. BenZuo brought it back."
Seeing this, the surrounding men felt a chill run down their spines.
This guy actually brought a gun to dinner!?
Luo Yan grabbed the pistol from the table, cocked it, and pressed the muzzle against Tao Bai's temple.
"Young man, jokes have their limits. Don't you fear I'll blow your brains out?"
Tao Bai continued eating as if nothing had happened, completely ignoring the gun.
After a few breaths, he spoke:
"Alright. BenZuo am full."