"I just don't understand why Mr. Hao Jian has to wipe out the Dragon Tiger Gang," Brother Spice Ginger said, somewhat puzzled. "Even if you have a feud with Fourth Gu, killing him should suffice. Why bother going to such lengths?"
"Because I don't like trouble," Hao Jian replied. "I know that after I kill Fourth Gu, his underlings will definitely come after me. And I'm aware of the tactics that you in the Mafia are accustomed to using: kidnapping, threatening. I'm not afraid of them, but I don't want the people around me to be troubled by them. That's why I want them to disappear forever. Do you understand?"
Even though Hao Jian had already killed everyone here, there are no walls in the world that are completely impenetrable!
The most terrifying thing about the Mafia is their information network. They might not be able to trace it to him now, but sooner or later, they would. Hao Jian couldn't take that risk.
Upon hearing this, Brother Spice Ginger was stunned, hesitating with a conflicted expression. After pondering for more than a minute, he finally seemed to make up his mind:
"Mr. Hao Jian, I have an inappropriate request to make."
Hao Jian frowned: "Speak."
"I want to follow you," Brother Spice Ginger said, bowing his head heavily, yet his expression was resolute.
Hao Jian looked at Brother Spice Ginger with interest, curious to know what would make him willing to give up the position of Gang Leader.
"Because on you, I see something that normal people don't have," Brother Spice Ginger said with a wry smile. "I never believed in the so-called King's Aura until I met you. You have a quality that makes people involuntarily want to submit."
"Actually, I hesitated just now. After all, I am the leader of a gang; I'm the biggest figure within it. But I realized that while I can bully ordinary people around, I am no different from an ant in front of someone like you. I don't want to continue . I want to follow you, have you lead us to the peak, to truly reign supreme! I know I can't do it, but you can!"
Brother Spice Ginger's gaze was fixed on Hao Jian with determination.
A man who slaughters dozens of armed Mafia members is someone capable of sweeping through all gangs if he were in the Mafia.
Brother Spice Ginger wasn't foolish; he knew that if he worked alone, he'd just be a local hegemon, but if he followed Hao Jian, he might become a meritorious minister before the Emperor of the Huaxia underworld.
When compared, the importance of these options was clear at a glance.
Hao Jian chuckled: "You're a smart one."
Brother Spice Ginger's eyes lit up—could it be that Hao Jian was considering his proposal?
"But I'm not interested in that right now. Let's finish the task I've given you first, then we can talk," Hao Jian said with a slight smile. All he wanted now was to live a normal life; he had no interest in the position of Gang Leader.
Moreover, in the real world, many may bully a few, but in the underworld, that tactic doesn't work.
In the underworld, there are true masters who can kill hundreds in an instant. Brother Spice Ginger's proposal was meaningless to him and could even become a burden.
"Alright then." Brother Spice Ginger said somewhat disappointedly, nodding his head. He knew it wouldn't be easy to get Hao Jian to accept him; after all, he was of no use to Hao Jian at this point.
Hao Jian said no more and turned back into Brother Huoniu's room.
"Let's go," he said to the young woman.
"And them?" she asked, meekly, not daring to move.
"Dead, all of them? You killed them?" the young wife was shocked. Had Hao Jian really killed dozens of people and over ten dogs by himself?
"Are you leaving or not?" Hao Jian asked impatiently.
"I'm going, I'm going. No need to be fierce." The young wife, barefooted, followed behind Hao Jian, exiting from another side.
As they were leaving, they encountered the pack of Dobermans. Just when the young wife thought they would pounce, she saw them hanging their heads low, looking at Hao Jian with fear, as if begging for mercy.
"What's wrong with them?" the young wife asked, staring at the Dobermans.
"I don't know," Hao Jian replied expressionlessly.
"Oh," the young wife pursed her lips but watching Hao Jian's retreating figure, her eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.
What kind of man was this guy, really?
To avoid a similar situation from happening again, Hao Jian proposed to drop the young wife off at her doorstep, but at that moment, she suddenly didn't want to get out of the car.
"Um, my name is Su Xinya, what's your name?" Su Xinya asked Hao Jian.
"I don't want to know who you are, nor will I tell you who I am. We're not from the same world, and there shouldn't be any interactions between us. So you'd better go back, wash up and get some sleep, and stop asking so many questions," Hao Jian said, glancing at Su Xinya with a hint of coolness.
Su Xinya bit her lip, but still persisted:
"But I should return your clothes, right? How about you leave me a contact so I can send them back to you later?"
"There's no need, consider the clothes a gift to you," Hao Jian said, without giving her any chance.
He knew what Su Xinya was thinking, so he had to nip her idea in the bud before she could act on it.
"Oh," Su Xinya gave a wistful smile, opened the car door, and got out.
Hao Jian didn't pause at all, he simply started the car and drove off in a cloud of dust.
Watching the car disappear into the distance, Su Xinya clenched her fists. After standing in the wind for a few minutes, realizing that Hao Jian really wasn't coming back, she unwillingly turned and walked back inside.
When Hao Jian got home, it was nearing dawn. To avoid letting Shu Ya see him in a wretched state, he specifically stopped at a hotel to shower and change into clean clothes before coming back.
But as soon as he opened the door, he saw Shu Ya asleep on the sofa, curled up and resembling a little cat.
Clearly, she had been waiting for him last night and had accidentally fallen asleep while doing so.
Feeling moved and guilty, Hao Jian walked over and nudged Shu Ya:
"My dear wife, go back to the room and sleep."
Shu Ya opened her bleary eyes and seeing Hao Jian return, she immediately perked up, pointing at him and cursing:
"You son of a bitch, where have you been messing around again? Coming back at dawn, why don't you just die out there?"
What the heck, this sounds like an old married couple's bickering, but we aren't even married yet, are we?
Hao Jian touched his nose, somewhat amused and at a loss for words: "I was celebrating a friend's birthday yesterday, and I accidentally stayed out too late."
Shu Ya let out a hoarse laugh: "With disaster looming, you still have the mood to hang out with your fair-weather friends?"
"Disaster looming? What happened?" Hao Jian was taken aback.