Godfather's cut.

Wang Yong and Kong Zhu stood side by side in front of a middle aged man whose hand was stuck to the table with a knife. A pile of dead bodies was strewed everywhere with the ominous stench of death, but the two young men remained unfazed especially with the man's pleading and tears.

"Quickly give us the money you owe my Godfather, I have to go to school early tomorrow!" Wang Yong whined as he took out another knife to pin another hand of his.

"Please spare me, I have five children who need me!" The man was in so much pain that he felt like fainting. This was one of the worst days of his life, his luck running out when he tried to escape from this two little demons.

"Oh? But the last time I was here, you said that you had seven children. Where did two go?" Wang Yong froze with a puzzled expression, his eyes sharing a look with his god brother's own.

"They died!" Tears leaked out of the man's eyes, his lower lip trembling when he tried to move but pain coursed through his right arm.

"In just three days? You f*cking liar!" Kong Zhu cursed and collected the knife from his younger godson, walking to the man.

"One last chance, Beak." Wang Yong's jab at the man's long nose made the surrounding gangsters snicker. "Where is the money?"

The man saw Kong Zhu's menacing figure in front of him holding another knife and immediately surrendered after a long time of denial. "Its in the underground vault beneath the carpet, I swear."

Kong Zhu's eye signal prompted a gang member to pull the carpet in the centre of the room. From the corner of his eyes, Wang Yong saw the man lower his head in painful regret.

Wang Yong opened the vault and went underground with one of the gang members holding a torch. They stayed there for a while before he came up again, his eyes sparkling happily. "Godbrother, you need to see this. Bring the man too!"

The man was dragged along to the vault holding his wounded hand and crying until the sight of the money he hid made him widen his eyes. He turned to Wang Yong. "How did you find this money?"

Wang Yong chuckled. "Its a talent, right brother? Remember that time I robbed you penniless, making Godfather beat you up for losing his package?"

Kong Zhu hearing him say it clenched his hands, his face turning red from anger as he confirmed his doubts. "So it really was you."

"Of course, it was me. Who else would dare steal Godfather's money? To be fair, you do know you shouldn't have killed my scorpion, Greta!"

The other gang members coughed uncomfortably as they watched Kong Zhu struggle to control his rage. He saw Wang Yong's unrepentant eyes staring back at him and he almost lost it when he heard one of his members whisper. "We should take the money and leave here, Boss. You know that Leader hates waiting for people."

Wang Yong hung his hand around Kong Zhu's shoulder after pushing the gang member away, sending him to the ground. "Alright, alright. There is no need to get angry now, its all in the past. How about we do something more interesting? Let's take a little piece for ourselves from the money. I promise I won't tell Godfather about this. It will our little secret."

Kong Zhu who had always liked money didn't need a fortuneteller to know that this must be one of his tricks to set him up again. He was about to retort when they heard the captured man stutter. "Y-You want to steal..... from your Godfather?"

"Of course not. We are taking our share from the remaining money left. I mean, you hid about 30 million here, I need to pay the rent, let's help each other out." Wang Yong smiled at the man who for some reason felt goosebumps.

"It is all my life savings. Please let me go, I have already given you your Godfather's cut from operations!" The man pleaded, his eyes darting to a certain direction.

Wang Yong's eyes narrowed, a dangerous light lurking behind his calm and mischievous eyes as he looked at the man, then to one of his own gang members. They quickly placed the man's injured hand on the cold floor as Wang Yong's foot stepped on it making the man howl in pain. "I have looked at your account books and I know that the monthly revenue that comes from your business is 23.5 million. So tell me where did 6.5 million come from?"

Kong Zhu's lips fell into a flat line when he realized what was going on as he saw the man about to faint, blood leaking from his hand that was being stumped on the floor. "You are still selling weapons? Are you crazy?! That isn't allowed in our zone, are you trying to get us into trouble? Godfather warned you not to do that!"

"I-I...c-can....explain!"

"No need. We will just collect our Godfather's share which is 80% and we will just take 10% each, what do you say?" Wang Yong removed his foot from his hand, making bloody footprints on the floor as he walked away.

"You're literally taking all the money away!" The man protested.

"Yeah, I know!"

After making sure that the money was loaded into two different trucks, each for the gang, he went to meet Kong Zhu and asked. "Which truck is going to carry Godfather's cut?"

Kong Zhu released some rings of smoke from his lips as his finger twirled the cigarette around. "Of course, it's you. Are you not Godfather's favorite?"

Wang Yong made a sound of disbelief. "But you are his heir!"

"That's why I am saying, so, I am ordering you to take his cut back to headquarters." Kong Zhu felt satisfaction when he saw Wang Yong turn solemn.

Which lasted for a minute before his eyes glinted with a mischievous light..

"Okay! Then I won't keep you waiting!" Kong Zhu watched him walk away, giving orders to his men an then collecting a black bag before he sat on his bike and sped off.

Kong Zhu called a Tiger Gang member over and questioned him. "Where is Wang going to?"

The Tiger Gang member diverted his eyes away and said. "We don't question our Boss, Dragon Kong. We only follow orders."

Kong Zhu swallowed the annoyance in his heart and sent him away. He instead called his closest subordinate and said. "Wang Yong is up to something. He must have been sent by Godfather." His eyes betrayed his pain and rage as he ordered. "I want to know what they are doing, follow him."