Unrest in Sanghai

Song Zhu exhaled slowly. It was expected. In China, power dictated justice. If you had the money and influence, the law bent to your will. But Song Zhu wasn't just another businessman—he was a man who had built his empire from the ground up, and he knew how to play the game.

"Contact the Song Family in Beijing," he ordered. "Tell them I'm returning, and I want a meeting with the Patriarch the moment I arrive."

Wang Bo nodded. "Understood."

Song Zhu closed his eyes; he was already calculating his next moves. He would start with information gathering—find out everything about this Hades and his connection to the Black Dragon Gang. Then, he would strike.

There would be no negotiations, no compromises. Whoever had dared to lay a hand on his son would pay in blood.

A day later, a private jet was travelling from New York to Shanghai.

By the time Jet touched down in Beijing, the wheels of revenge had already started turning. The Song family property was a huge campus, an avatar of wealth and tradition. The servants lined up as a song; Zhu's convoy entered the Grand Gates. As soon as he got out of the car, he was immediately taken to the main hall, where the patriarch of the Song family, Song Wei, waited for him. The old man, despite his age, still had a great appearance.

The old man, despite his age, still held an imposing presence. He sat on an intricately carved wooden chair, his gaze sharp as he watched Song Zhu approach.

"Zhu, you have returned," Song Wei said, his tone neutral yet observant.

Song Zhu knelt slightly in respect before standing upright. "I need the Song Family's support."

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2 Days After Harold's Death

A call was made from the USA to China; Song Zhu asked the patriarch of the Su family to send an investigation team to Shanghai to find out about the death of his son. So , a team led by Huo Feng was dispatched to gather the necessary information under the patriarch's order. They were told to remain hidden and gather all the information silently without alerting the other party.

But they did not know that even if they caused a ruckus in Shanghai, Ye Feng was waiting for them with a butcher knife in his hands; even the fishes were waiting.

Under cover of darkness, Huo Feng and his team of investigators reached Shanghai. As they checked into a discreet, upscale hotel, neon lights flickered in the distance across the city. Their directive was unambiguous: identify the person responsible for Harold's death and disappearance. However, Shanghai was a huge city, and their investigation had to begin from the beginning since there was no direct link to Harold's final movements.

Leaning back on the hotel couch, Huo Feng, an experienced Song family investigator, went over the first reports. "We are aware that Harold disappeared after being spotted having a good time at one of the best clubs in the city. No official reports, no body. Whoever did this was skilled at erasing evidence.

One of his subordinates, Liu Ren, nodded. "The police have nothing on record, which means either they were paid off or they were forced to stay out of it. Given the brutality of Harold's fate, I'd bet on the latter."

As the team began investigating, another storm was brewing in the Shanghai underworld. The Black Dragon Gang, under Hei Long's leadership, was swiftly dismantling rival organizations. Small gangs fell overnight, their leaders either fleeing the city or vanishing without a trace. Those who resisted met gruesome fates, their bodies surfacing in the river or found hanging in abandoned buildings.

The criminal world was in an uproar. For years, the Shanghai underworld had been a chaotic but balanced battlefield of different factions, but the Black Dragon Gang's sudden aggression disrupted everything. Some tried to resist, but Hei Long moved with ruthless efficiency, crushing them before they could regroup.

Even the police, who had long maintained an unspoken arrangement with certain underworld factions, found themselves paralyzed. Some officers who tried to investigate were either threatened or silenced. Whispers spread that someone powerful was backing Hei Long, allowing him to act with impunity.

Huo Feng's team soon picked up on the city's unrest. During their investigation, they learned that Harold had disappeared right before the Black Dragon Gang's sudden rise to dominance. The timing was suspicious. They started questioning informants, visiting nightclubs and gambling dens where Harold had been a regular. It was a slow process, but the pieces began falling into place.

"It's strange," Huo Feng muttered, tapping his fingers on the table. "Hei Long was never this bold before. He always maintained a low profile. Why the sudden change? What made him think he could take over the city so aggressively?"

Liu Ren exhaled sharply. "We don't have proof yet, but I'd bet it has something to do with Harold's death. Maybe his killer is the same person supporting Hei Long. We just need to find out who that is."

A few nights later, Huo Feng's suspicions deepened when an informant provided them with a lead. A low-level thug from a disbanded gang revealed that the Black Dragon Gang had recently started answering to a mysterious new boss—someone even Hei Long treated with absolute reverence.

"What do you mean by 'new boss'?" Huo Feng asked, his voice calm but firm.

The informant hesitated for a minute but eventually spoke. "I don't know his real name. No one knows except Hei Long. Hei Long calls him 'Master' or 'Boss.' He came out of nowhere, and the gang has been operating like an unstoppable force ever since he took control. They have resources, information, and courage like never before. Also the people call this new boss with a nickname -Hades."

Huo Feng exchanged glances with Liu Ren. A powerful figure hidden behind the Black Dragon Gang? Someone strong enough to subjugate Hei Long?

Huo Feng smirked. "We're getting close."

He didn't know who this new boss was, but one thing was clear—whoever they were, they were now at the top of his list.