Chapter 30: It Has Arrived!

In a boxing gym in Dongshan City, the classic theme song of "Young and Dangerous" blared through the space. The melody drifted past dozens of burly, tattooed men and settled upon a table where a statue of Guan Yu stood, brandishing his Green Dragon Crescent Blade with eyes wide in indignation. Behind the statue, a large character representing "Loyalty" stood out prominently.

Wang Dalong offered three sticks of incense to the statue before turning around and shouting, "Brothers, we’ve got work to do!"

Zhang Youqian had just contacted him, requesting that he lead a group to Tazhai. They were well-versed in such intimidation tactics, having performed them countless times before; they treated this mission as just another routine job.

"Call the others; we’re heading to Tazhai together!"

Soon, a formidable group of over a hundred men arrived at Zhang Youqian’s villa. Under the lead of Manager Wang, they swarmed toward Tazhai.

"Is a mere impoverished village really worth such a massive mobilization?" Wang Dalong remarked with disdain, questioning the need to bring his entire crew for such a simple task.

"Tell your men not to touch a guy named Lin Wendong in Tazhai. I want to teach him a lesson myself," Manager Wang said, cracking his knuckles with a sinister grin.

After the group departed, Zhang Youqian felt confident in the outcome. "A hundred tattooed thugs—that kind of pressure is immense. Even I find it intimidating; how could those simple-minded farmers possibly withstand it?"

As he pondered this with satisfaction, his phone rang. It was Niu Youde.

"It’s been twenty days! Where is my money?" Niu’s impatient voice boomed the moment the call connected.

Zhang Youqian smiled calmly. "Brother Niu, you will definitely see the money tonight!"

His confidence was absolute. With over a hundred men deployed, he was certain those farmers would obediently pay up under the pressure.

However, Niu Youde let out a cold snort, his tone murderous. "How many days has it been? According to your promise, those tens of millions should have arrived three days ago!"

Zhang Youqian rubbed his nose. "The previous delays were accidents. This time is for real; I’ve sent my men to collect, and the money will be back!"

"Do you have any idea how much I need that cash? My park has suffered several accidents and massive losses. If I don't get that money, my life is in danger," Niu retorted.

"Brother, put your mind at ease! If there’s no money by tonight, I’ll sell every gold tooth in my mouth and send you the cash!"

Seeing Zhang’s determination, Niu Youde replied coldly, "I’ll trust you one last time. If there’s no money, you’d better start pulling those gold teeth."

After the call ended, Zhang Youqian remained unfazed, completely secure in his plan.

***

"Roaming the world at will, admired by the masses~!"

Several vans sped along the roads of Dongshan City, following the GPS toward Tazhai.

Meanwhile, at the Dongshan Municipal Police Bureau, a meeting had just concluded. Chief Wu Youhai walked out of the conference room with a smile.

"Chief, Dongshan is near the border and close to the Golden Triangle. Criminals from all over the country use us as a stopover, which used to make our city a chaotic hub for gangs," remarked Bao Dahu, a young officer in his late twenties, looking at Wu with admiration. "But since you took office and led the specialized anti-organized crime task force, you’ve wiped out the gangs in just five years and restored order. You even received high praise from the provincial department today!"

Wu Youhai, a man with a square face and a sturdy, heroic presence, waved it off. "It’s the result of everyone’s hard work. There’s nothing pressing for the next few days; I’ll go apply for a break for you all."

"A break?!" Bao Dahu’s eyes lit up. He rushed to share the good news with the others. They hadn’t rested in three weeks, and as they looked forward to the holiday, they silently hoped nothing would go wrong today.

***

About eight vans pulled up in unison at the entrance of Tazhai Village. Manager Wang and Wang Dalong stepped out of the lead vehicle, followed by the rest of the gang.

They were experts in intimidation. The standard practice was to go shirtless to display their tattoos, ideally brandishing machetes for maximum effect. However, not one of the hundred men carried a weapon. They didn't lack the desire, but they knew the consequences; the national anti-organized crime campaign was strictly enforced, and carrying steel would change the nature of their offense, potentially landing them in prison.

"Why does this village have... city walls?" Wang Dalong muttered. Upon arrival, he saw that the entrance was flanked by brick walls nearly three meters high, encircling the entire village like ancient fortifications.

"This is supposed to be one of the poorest villages in Dongshan. Where would they get the money for all this?"

"How many bricks and how much labor did this take? Does this village have nowhere else to spend its money?"

The men whispered in confusion, having never seen a village walled off in such a manner. Only Manager Wang’s expression grew increasingly dark. If Zhang Youqian saw this, he would be beyond livid—after all, this was money borrowed from their company.

"They borrowed over a hundred million from us just to build these walls?" Manager Wang ground his teeth, the sound audible in the tense air.