Grab your weapons

Cai Shuangyu's face turned slightly pale.

Though oppressed by a suffocating tightness in her chest, her gaze remained utterly unwavering.

Song Ren's expression also darkened slightly.

Because a pitch-black braided strand of hair was wrapped tightly around his neck, and hidden within those braids were strands of extremely fine steel wire.

She truly lived up to being the woman who had ascended to the seat of Wo Shing Wo's chairperson; she was indeed formidable!

Cai Shuangyu met his calm gaze. After a moment, her voice slightly hoarse, she asked, "How much longer do you intend to pin me down like this?"

Hearing this, Song Ren loosened his grip, unwound the braided hair from his neck, and stood up.

Cai Shuangyu sat up and coughed twice.

Then, she unobtrusively massaged her chest. When Song Ren had pinned her down just moments ago, his initial point of pressure hadn't actually been her lower abdomen.

Knowing that blows in hand-to-hand combat had no eyes, however, Cai Shuangyu didn't dwell on it too much.

At this moment, Li Yuyao walked over with a smile and said, "Hey, you can't really call this subduing the two of us, can you?"

She placed heavy emphasis on the word "us," as she was still completely unrestricted and free to move about.

Song Ren nodded as well. "Hm, strictly speaking, not yet."

Li Yuyao said smugly, "What do you mean by 'not yet'? Even now—"

Click!

She didn't get to finish her sentence.

Because two pistols had been pressed against her forehead and Cai Shuangyu's forehead, one from the left and one from the right.

Both bullets were already chambered.

Cai Shuangyu was visibly stunned. How had these guns materialized out of thin air?

Did he still have firearms concealed on his person?

Song Ren smiled at the two of them. "One minute is just right, so let's call it settled now."

Ever since establishing the Golden Shield Security Company, Song Ren had accessed unregistered firearms and ammunition through various channels.

In his current storage space, even a few grenades were kept on standby.

This was the primary reason he dared to act with such boldness.

No matter how hard Cai Shuangyu tried to figure out where he had pulled those two guns from, she gracefully conceded defeat.

In other words, she agreed to the partnership between both parties.

In truth, she had already been leaning toward this idea from the beginning.

Song Ren's methods only served to cement that decision further.

She proactively extended her hand. "Then, happy cooperation."

Song Ren shook her hand. "Happy cooperation."

"I want in too." Li Yuyao extended her hand without showing weakness. "Happy cooperation."

"...Are you a child?"

Nevertheless, Song Ren shook her hand as well.

***

After exchanging a few more words, just as Song Ren was preparing to leave, he seemed to remember something, turned back, and said, "Oh, right, I almost forgot to mention."

"The fellow who took advantage of the chaos downstairs earlier to slip a gun to Wang Kun belongs to Wong Po of Sai Wan."

"His target should be me."

"Wong Po..." Cai Shuangyu's brows furrowed slightly, a wisp of murderous intent rising within her.

She didn't care whether Wong Po's target was Song Ren or not.

The crux of the matter was that someone from Chung Yee Sing dared to ride roughshod over Wo Shing Wo by playing the borrowed-knife trick, and they had audaciously chosen to do it on her own turf!

This clearly meant they didn't hold her in any regard whatsoever.

***

Song Ren and his group departed the nightclub.

The moods of Qiu Gang'ao and the others were somewhat subdued, having watched Wang Kun slip right in front of them.

They had intended to beat him half to death this time, even if they couldn't finish him off.

Yet, he had managed to escape this calamity once again.

Inside the car:

Song Ren gazed at the silent night scenery outside the window and suddenly spoke, "A'Ao, have your men stay vigilant and keep a tight watch on Wang Kun."

Qiu Gang'ao looked over in surprise. "Ren-ge?"

Even they, who harbored a blood grudge against Wang Kun, hadn't expected to strike at him so soon.

Staring out the window, Song Ren said in a low voice,

"For scum like that, living even one extra second is a waste of oxygen."

"As for Cai Shuangyu, I've already spoken with her; you guys don't need to worry about that end."

"Keep our actions discreet. No one will ever trace it back to us."

With that, he turned his head toward Snake Boy Ming and instructed,

"A'Ming, find a few clever fellows to closely monitor Wong Po's wife, who is currently hospitalized at Renhe Hospital. At the appropriate opportunity, we're going to pay Wong Po a visit."

Snake Boy Ming looked somewhat startled upon hearing this. "Ren-ge, isn't this playing things a bit too big?"

Golden Shield Security had only just started out, yet judging by Ren-ge's intentions, he planned to take out Wang Kun first, and then take out Wong Po afterward.

This...

Whichever of the two Wangs it was, their subordinate forces currently outnumbered every single member of Golden Shield Security combined.

Song Ren replied, "It's fine. Even if the sky falls, I'll be the one holding it up first."

Snake Boy Ming immediately nodded. "I understand, Ren-ge."

***

Intelligence regarding Wang Kun was quickly fed back.

Wang Kun primarily operated drug dens and even owned his own processing plants, keeping those crucial hideouts deeply concealed.

Over the years, the police had arrested him several times, yet never once found any clues linking him to those operations.

However, Song Ren's target was Wang Kun himself.

His territory was primarily in Mong Kok, where he served as Wo Shing Wo's proxy head.

No matter how much of a ruckus he could kick up, most of the time he still had to remain in Mong Kok.

Once a few leads were secured, following the vine to find the melon was only natural.

Qiu Gang'ao's team consisted of police elites and seasoned veterans who possessed an abundance of various tracking methods.

Two days later, nighttime.

Wang Kun strolled out of a bar accompanied by a large group of underlings, forming a boisterous crowd.

The group numbered around twenty or so.

Clearly, they had been partying hard, and all of them reeked heavily of alcohol.

At that moment, a man walking from the opposite direction on the street suddenly stumbled, his steps losing strength as he crashed directly into Wang Kun.

reeking of alcohol, immediately slapped the man across the head and roared angrily,

"Are you blind, motherfucker?!"

"Do you believe I'll have someone chop you to pieces?!"

The man didn't even raise his head, merely offering timid, continuous apologies.

Finally kicked to the ground by Wang Kun, he still dared not utter a sound, continuing to apologize profusely.

This cowardly display drew boisterous laughter from the entire group.

CANT be bothered with the loser, Wang Kun walked toward his car.

Yet only halfway there, he reached out to pat his pocket and instantly froze.

"Huh? Where the hell is my wallet?"

Through his drunken haze, he inadvertently caught sight of a figure scurrying away at an increasingly brisk pace.

That bastard...

Seven parts of Wang Kun's drunken fog vanished instantly. "Motherfucker, you even dare to steal my stuff!"

"Catch him! See if I don't cripple you tonight!"

Before long, that person bolted into a parked sedan by the roadside.

Seeing their boss throw a tantrum, Wang Kun's gang also sobered up quite a bit.

One by one, they scrambled into the sedans and vans parked along the street, all the while continuing to hurl wild abuse at the thieving bastard as they boarded.

Once they caught him later, they would surely hack him into a thousand pieces!

The late-night road appeared exceptionally serene.

Wang Kun's gang chased the sedan ahead through several wide loops, and just as they were about to close in, the car in front suddenly screeched to a halt not far away.

The booze-addled thugs spilled out of their vehicles in a swarm, only to realize shortly thereafter that something felt rather off.

Damn it, this is a graveyard?!

As a big boss, Wang Kun was well-traveled and immediately realized they had walked right into a trap. The remaining alcohol in his brain cleared completely as he cursed loudly, "Fuck, I want to see just who has the balls to pull this."

"Get your weapons ready!!!"