Qualification of Following Me

The previous time in the desolate house—before Song Ye could interrogate them, the few punks were scared until they fainted. Now that she bumped into them again, she naturally could not miss the good opportunity.

The punk was only around twenty years old and looked pretty muscular. When he heard Song Ye say Low Tiger Gang's name, there was some confidence in his fearful heart. "Yes, we're from the Low Tiger Gang. If you're smart, you better let us off. If not, Brother Zheng, Brother Zheng, ah…"

Before he could finish saying his harsh words, Song Ye's thin fingers moved and pulled out the dagger instantly, hurting the punk until he cried in excruciating pain. The few people behind Xu Zihang shivered in fear as they were frightened by the scene of fresh blood spouting out.

However, the culprit was still as calm as ever. "I don't like to listen to nonsense. You'll answer whatever I ask. Do you understand?"

When the dagger reached his other shoulder blade, the punk was already looking at the girl in front of him like she was a weird animal as he held his breath in and did not dare wail loudly.

This woman… was too f*cking cruel.

When it was entirely silent, Song Ye continued to ask, "Where's the hideout for Low Tiger Gang?"

"At… at Number 131 Cloud Street."

"What time does your Big Brother appear there?"

"Every night. Brother Zheng has a woman there so he'll be there every night."

"Is there a bigger mastermind behind Low Tiger Gang?"

"No, no. Low Tiger Gang was set up by Brother Zheng all on his own. Brother Zheng used his own fists to fight for all our territories in Cloud City."

The interrogation was rather smooth, but Song Ye still raised her head to ask Xu Zihang if the answers were true.

Xu Zihang nodded. "Mm, his answers are typically correct, but their boss, Zhou Zheng, can control the territories because of the ketamine he got from the black market and not his fists. Many girls have become victims because of this in the club that they control." When he said this, Xu Zihang's eyes were red; and his gaze was quite emotional. Someone close to him must have become a victim of this.

Ketamine…

Song Ye's eyelids moved as her gaze calmly landed on the punk again. "Lying… comes with a price."

A chill ran down the punk's spine and was almost frightened until he cried. "I'm begging you, please don't kill me. I—we don't have a choice. I can't talk about this. If I did, Brother Zheng won't let us off."

"But if you lie, I won't let you off either." Song Ye flipped the dagger and did not have any intention of being merciful. "I remember some gangs have an initiation ceremony of the participant getting two holes and three knives. Today, I'll show you what you need to experience to join a gang."

Once she finished her sentence, the punk's eyes were filled with fear as the shiny dagger entered his other shoulder. When the punk was crying out in pain, Song Ye used a rock to shut his mouth.

The last three knives were stabbed into the other party's thighs and had caused him to pass out due to the excruciating pain.

When a bloody person was placed in front of them, even Xu Zihang—who proclaimed himself as the leader—was frightened until his face was white as he never saw someone so cruel before.

When the torturer Song Ye let go of the knives, she took a tissue to wipe the bloodstains on her fingers. Her white shirt and pants were stainless, and her intricate, white face was as calm as ever. She took the jacket from Wang Tiechuan to wear and walked off on her own.

"Wait a minute." Unexpectedly, Xu Zihang opened his mouth.

Song Ye stopped in her tracks but did not turn back.

Right now, both of them were barely two meters apart. In the past, Xu Zihang felt that Song Ye was not good enough for their circle, but now, he realized that he was nothing. He was the one that was not good enough for Song Ye. When he thought about the past, Xu Zihang opened his mouth again. "Song Ye, are you going to cause trouble for Low Tiger Gang?"

"None of your business." Song Ye spat those words out coldly.

Xu Zihang was taken aback as he never expected that he would face a closed door. Last time, he ditched Song Ye; now that he was ditched by her, it was even. Thinking in this manner, he stepped forward again. "I have beef with Low Tiger Gang. If you have the ability to remove them, I'll bring along my brothers and follow you in the future."

This time, Song Ye moved and turned her head back to look at him with her deep eyes. After a while, she said lightly, "You might not be qualified enough to follow me." Since the Low Tiger Gang had a source for ketamine, then they must have power in the underworld. Xu Zihang, this punk, was too green.

Xu Zihang was angered until his face flashed green and white and was stumped for a long time. Until Song Ye raised her legs and wanted to leave, he clenched his teeth and continued to ask. "My sister died because of Zhou Zheng's ketamine. If you give me this chance, I'll kill him personally to prove my worth."

At this point, Song Ye finally knew what conflict Xu Zihang had with the Low Tiger Gang. Seeing the hatred overflowing in his eyes, she decided to give him this chance. "Throw him back to Cloud Street and add a note to say that I'll go trash the Low Tiger Gang tonight."

"Okay." Xu Zihang's face darkened as he watched Song Ye leave.

Amidst the winter wind, the thin figure looked very weak as if it was a flower that could not withstand the wind. However, at that moment, this back view became Xu Zihang's belief and support in his heart.

…

The night was looming above their heads, and the Chinese lanterns were put up. Tonight, Cloud City's temperature was a bit lower than usual as every street was lined with snow. There were very little pedestrians, and there was only one row of shophouses that had lights on which cast a shadow.

Tonight, the most crowded place was No. 131 Cloud Street. Normally, Zhou Zheng would gather a few brothers and call them over to fool around until daylight, but this time, there was nervousness amidst the commotion.

In the garden of the mansion, more than ten injured brothers were sitting on chairs; and they did not even dare to breathe loudly. Piak! They heard glass shattering from the resting chair.

"In Cloud City, who dares to go against me—Zhou Zheng—and injure so many of my men? If they really dare to come today, I'll make sure they never return!" The one sitting on the resting chair was the leader of the Low Tiger Gang, Zhou Zheng. Even though his name sounded very upright, his face showed otherwise and had a villainy look. In the early years, he counted on ruining innocent women to start his business with his cruel methods, causing many people on the streets to avoid him.

This time, someone had secretly instructed him to kidnap Xu Zihang. However, he did not expect someone to throw a wrench in the works, and his Low Tiger Gang was kicked in the ass by some child.

"Dagger, is that girl that you talked about… really that powerful?" Up till now, Zhou Zheng still could not believe it, especially when his subordinates reported that the one who injured his men was a girl.

Dagger's two arms were in a cast, but his body was still fighting a war. "Brother Zheng, it's her. That woman is too harsh and very perverted. One move from her, and my hand was crippled."

Looking at his face, Zhou Zheng sneered. "Useless. I really want to see what she has up in her sleeves."

Once he finished talking, suddenly, the fire alarm from the mansion rang, shocking everyone. Zhou Zheng turned his head back instantly and saw a fire starting in the master bedroom. He boomed, "F*ck, go put out the fire."