The Battle Begins

With a thunderous crash, the van smashed through the thick glass doors, shards flying in every direction as the vehicle roared into the lobby.

The violent impact drove the front of the van straight into the reception desk, punching a massive hole through the hollow wooden structure.

The female receptionists inside were so terrified they collapsed to the floor, trembling. The scene was sheer chaos—shocking and surreal.

Inside the van, the passengers were jolted by the collision. Fortunately, the two in the front had fastened their seatbelts. But the three in the back hadn't been so lucky. They were thrown forward, crashing hard into the backs of the front seats. Their heads spun from the impact. The burly one, nicknamed "Little Fatty," smacked his head against the roof, crying out in pain.

"Wang Dajun, what the hell are you driving?!" Li Guang clutched his aching chest, wincing.

"Yeah, Dajun, were you trying to drive through a wall?" groaned Little Fatty, holding his head, voice quivering. "My skull's about to crack."

Wang Dajun let out an awkward laugh. "Heh… brakes didn't catch. Overshot it a bit."

Everyone else nearly passed out from frustration.

"Out of the car!" Wang Yu wasted no words. He quickly unbuckled, kicked open the warped door, and jumped out.

"Stop whining and move!" Wang Dajun followed, wincing as he saw the mangled front end of his newly bought van. His heart ached.

Just then, three security guards burst out from inside, wielding batons.

"Who the hell are you people?!" one of them roared. "Do you know whose place this is? Tired of living?!"

Wang Yu locked eyes with them, voice like ice: "Where is He Wei?"

"You think you can speak our boss's name? You little punk!" The lead guard didn't hesitate. With a furious swing, he brought his club down toward Wang Yu.

But Wang Yu didn't back down. Instead, he stepped in with a smirk and delivered a lightning-fast uppercut.

Crack!

The guard's jaw shattered with a scream. Blood and teeth sprayed through the air. He hadn't even touched Wang Yu before flying backward, landing hard on the ground, his mouth twisted and broken.

The other two guards froze, pale-faced and speechless, terrified.

"Boss is savage!" Wang Dajun and the others were dumbstruck. Wang Yu's punch was like something out of a championship boxing match.

"I'll ask again. Where is He Wei?" Wang Yu asked coldly, eyes like daggers.

The two guards exchanged a glance, neither daring to speak. They feared Wang Yu—but they feared He Wei more.

"Who are you people? What business do you have with our boss?" one of them mustered the courage to ask.

"We're your damn fathers!" Wang Dajun bellowed, charging forward. "Fei-ge, no point talking. These guys need a beating. Let's take them down!"

"Dajun's right—grab the gear!" Li Guang rushed to the van's trunk and pulled out a stash of iron rods, handing them to the crew.

"Boss, here's the heaviest one." Li Guang offered a thick rod to Wang Yu.

"I don't need it." Wang Yu waved it off.

"No need? Then I don't need one either!" Wang Dajun declared proudly, tossing his aside.

With a roar, he charged at the guards barehanded.

"Get 'em!" Li Guang and the rest followed, storming the lobby. Four against two—the fight exploded in a blur of fists, screams, and chaos.

Upstairs, in one of the private rooms, He Wei had just finished his "session." His body trembled slightly, and after a moment of struggle, he collapsed onto the white bedsheet, exhausted.

The masseuse lay sprawled across his belly, laughing softly. "Boss, now you can finally get some real sleep."

"Yeah… I'm beat. I need a damn break." He Wei let out a breath and closed his eyes.

But just then—BOOM!—a thunderous noise came from below. Even the bed shook.

"What the hell?" He Wei's eyes shot open. He tried to sit up but realized the woman was still on top of him. Too drained to move, he snarled, "Get off me, you slut!"

"Yes!" she yelped, scrambling off in fear.

He Wei finally sat up and shouted, "Er Gou!"

No answer.

"Er Gou! You son of a bitch, you trying to get fired?!"

"Boss! Coming!" Er Gou rushed in, fumbling with his belt. Clearly, he'd been interrupted during something... intimate.

He Wei's brow furrowed. "What the hell were you doing?"

"Nothing, Boss!" He wouldn't dare admit what he was actually up to.

"Shut up! What's going on outside?" He Wei barked.

"Outside?" Er Gou looked lost. "I-I'll go check right now!"

He turned to leave, but just as he reached the door—WHAM! A booted foot blasted it open and slammed into his gut.

Er Gou flew back into the room, crashing to the floor at He Wei's feet, groaning in pain.

The sight made He Wei tumble off the bed, heart racing in terror.

But when he saw who entered, fear morphed into full-blown panic.

It was Wang Yu—with Wang Dajun and the others behind him.

He Wei knew these guys well. They all came from the same streets. He used to look down on them. He'd made it big—became a boss, ran a business. Meanwhile, Wang Dajun and his gang were still small-time thugs, never rising above low-level street punks.

But now, these same "nobodies" had the guts to storm his turf. He Wei was furious—but more than that, he was scared.

"Er Gou! Where are the boys I told you to call? How did they get upstairs?!" He Wei grabbed him by the collar, yelling in panic.

Er Gou, barely conscious, whimpered, "Boss... I didn't have time... to call them yet..."

"Useless piece of crap!" He Wei snarled. "Where's my gun?!"

"I-I didn't bring it…" Er Gou murmured, barely audible.

"You worthless trash! Why don't you just die?!" In a fit of rage, He Wei grabbed Er Gou's head and smashed it into the bedframe.

THUD!

Er Gou screamed as blood poured from his scalp. The female employee, frozen in the corner, shrieked in horror.

Hearing her scream, Wang Dajun and the others turned—and finally noticed her.

She was nearly naked.

Her flawless figure and natural allure instantly captured the attention of the hot-blooded young men, their gazes involuntarily drawn in.