Chapter 240: Scared Peeing

After finishing his clinic hours and eating lunch with Ruan Mei, who was still sulking, Wang Yan drove to a large bar he had recently taken over. His three hundred-plus subordinates had been waiting there for a long time.

Because many of them had just joined and didn't know the rules, Wang Yan went over this time to lay them out. By the way, he also did his usual routine of painting a big picture and giving them a simple indoctrination.

He only had less than three million in cash on hand. Relying on that little money, plus the profits from those entertainment venues, he would be dragged down in three months. So, he definitely couldn't pay full wages. He planned to pay the first seventy or eighty people next month, and as for the rest, he used the high-sounding excuse of "testing them for a month" first...

He would take that money first to open clothing and shoe factories. In two months, he should be able to get them running and stabilize the situation. Without bragging, if he pirated those big brands while selling his own brand on the side, and occasionally brought out some trendy designs, they would absolutely sell like crazy.

As for the factories and such, that was too simple. He was a gangster, a mob boss; if he bullied people, so what? The initial sales channels were even less of a problem; everyone in Ma'anshan doing shoe and clothing business was his subordinate.

And the factory workers went without saying—they were all family members of his subordinates coming to work. As such, him withholding a month's wages was definitely not a big problem. All in all, he basically just spent money to purchase some equipment; there were almost no other costs.

Add in his cleaning up the Ma'anshan environment, raising the safety index, and stimulating market vitality, and it was a rolling source of wealth.

Once he stabilized this period, he would bring out the Body-Strengthening Pills, train his subordinates, and let them go out to promote them. Next, it would be a snowball effect—grabbing and earning, rolling bigger and bigger. He, Wang Mou, would be the biggest mob boss in Southeast Asia—no, the most successful businessman.

The company he had the lawyer set up before was naturally still Long Teng. It had only been two days, so it would take some time to go through the process. However, the contract he ordered to be drafted for standard management fee collection was already prepared. But since the company wasn't established yet, he couldn't stamp it with the Long Teng Security official seal.

But they were goddamn gangsters; did it matter if the company was established or not? Of course not.

After giving a lecture, he had his subordinates print the contracts and take them to notify the merchants that they would officially collect management fees next Monday. At the same time, another group of people began a destructive strike against criminal gangs violating the law within their territory.

The police were soldiers after all; how could they be as well-informed as a bunch of gangsters? Those petty thieves with sticky fingers, those molesting women on the street, those showing off on the main road for no reason—following Wang Yan's instructions, no matter what they were doing, he would go up and give them a beating. He wouldn't care about other places, but in the territory controlled by Long Teng, there would be a direct leg-breaking and tendon-pulling next time.

Relatively speaking, he was much more polite to the merchants. The subordinates all took the contracts and brought small lawyers to explain the details clause by clause, clearly and plainly. Finally, they confirmed the boss understood, left a copy of the contract, and left directly. As for what they thought or whether they agreed, they didn't care; that was a matter for later.

The subordinates' execution was still okay. Although they had just joined and weren't very familiar with him, they had seen what the first seventy or eighty people were like. They could follow suit, couldn't they?

After an afternoon and evening, under the fists and kicks of Long Teng, the environment of the entire Ma'anshan area visibly improved the next day. And the subordinates didn't stop; they resolutely implemented the big brother's instructions, not letting a single one go, dragging them out one by one to kick them again. No choice—if they didn't learn their lesson from pain, let alone if it didn't hurt, they had to be beaten into submission.

Long Teng showed its name for the first time, and at the same time cleaned up the environment. Those who came for medical treatment saw Wang Yan sitting there diagnosing patients and were all a bit reserved for a moment. They used to know Wang Yan was powerful, but that was just hearing about it; they had never felt how powerful he was, and Wang Yan had never disturbed the people. They were all ordinary people, just knowing he was awesome. But after yesterday, people finally knew how much energy the young man sitting there smiling had.

On one hand, he was a doctor who cured diseases and saved lives; on the other hand, he was a mob boss who broke the law. The tearing sensation of the positive and negative sides was really strange. For Wang Yan to be so capable yet live in public housing and still see patients for people, they really couldn't understand and could only think Dr. Wang was sick. Anyway, his medical skills were high and his fees were low; it would be a waste not to see him.

Wang Yan didn't care what others thought, but Ruan Mei looked at him as if he were a stranger. Fortunately, he teased her with his chatter in time, letting Ruan Mei confirm he was still the same person, and she returned to her original state.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed. The lawbreakers in Long Teng's territory were all scraped out and kicked once without exception. The merchants had all received Long Teng's contracts, just waiting for them to come and collect fees tomorrow.

The factory location was also found, right in the nearby Fourteen Villages. It was poorly managed and basically about to close, and the boss owed usury and was thinking of selling. Wang Yan indicated he wanted this factory. He wouldn't pay a cent, but he would help block the disaster.

That boss had no choice; he would either be cleaned up by this group or robbed by that group. Even if he sold the factory, it wouldn't be enough to pay back the debt and the high interest. Rather than being entangled and ruined later, it was better to give it to Wang Yan and let them bite each other—of course, that was after clearly understanding Wang Yan's strength.

The workers were also found, and they were using the original machines to make work clothes for Wang Yan's subordinates—all suits and leather shoes. After putting them on, they were absolutely high-quality gangsters, at least eight streets ahead of the others in big shorts and floral shirts.

Not only that, he also customized Long Teng badges—the flag of his Huaxia Empire, the "Golden Dragon Holding the Sun Rising East Picture." When the time came, they would wear them on their bodies, just like the Jinmen Group in the New World. This was also something Wang Yan learned from over there; he really hadn't thought of this set before. But it wasn't bad. As Long Teng grew stronger, this kind of external ritual sense could also better improve the subordinates' sense of belonging.

At dinner, Wang Yan ate while instructing Ruan Mei on precautions. He had taken her pulse before and prescribed a new prescription. This kind of serious illness required constant attention, and the medication had to be adjusted at any time according to the situation.

"Did you remember everything?"

"Didn't you write it all down? Please, I'm literate."

"Don't say I didn't warn you. If you're not careful, it might even worsen the condition."

"Oh, I remembered it all."

Don't look at Ruan Mei always being dawdling, but she couldn't stand others nagging, so she quickly changed the subject: "Sister Ling and the others seem to be very miserable."

"What's wrong?"

"Yesterday afternoon, I passed by their door and heard that Fang Zhanbo saying something about his father being beaten to death, and the enemy's son being a gangster..."

"Didn't I say it all when I stood up for you last time? Didn't you hear it too? What's fresh about that?"

"It's not detailed. I heard that Fang Zhanbo saw his father beaten to death with his own eyes... blah blah blah." Ruan Mei began to vividly describe the situation at that time, gossiping endlessly.

Wang Yan listened to Ruan Mei's chatter with a smile. Not talking about others behind their backs—this good character was really rarely possessed by anyone, including himself. In previous worlds, when he talked to plot characters about how others were, if you really talked about it, it was also a kind of talking behind people's backs...

"Clang, clang, clang."

At this moment, urgent knocking on the door sounded. Ruan Mei glanced at Wang Yan, got up, and went to open the door: "Coming, coming, stop knocking."

As soon as the door opened, she saw the anxious Luo Huiling outside. Remembering the gossip she had just told, she stuck out her tongue embarrassedly: "Sister Ling, knocking so urgently, what's wrong?"

"Is A-Yan here?"

"He is, eating."

Luo Huiling ignored Ruan Mei and walked straight in.

Ruan Mei said "Ah" and looked at Fang Ting who was following behind: "What happened?"

Fang Ting didn't speak, just shook her head and followed inside.

Luo Huiling stood in front of Wang Yan: "A-Yan, Brother Yan, I beg you to help me, okay?"

"Speak."

"It's Zhanbo. He was taken away by people from the Ding family. They are all gangsters, with cruel hearts. I'm afraid Zhanbo will be in danger, so I want you to save him." Luo Huiling said it all in one breath, then added: "I won't let you help for nothing, I'll pay..."

Wang Yan knew this part. Originally, Fang Zhanbo and Ruan Mei went out to bet on horses and lost money, and were intercepted by Ding Yixie on the way back. Now looking at it, it seemed he was caught not far from the public housing. From this, it could be seen that from beginning to end, the Ding family firmly controlled the situation of these people in the Fang family.

It could be seen that Luo Huiling was indeed anxious. Saying gangsters had cruel hearts—wasn't that scolding him, Wang Mou, too? However, he didn't care. After all, he really wasn't a good thing, so he immediately waved his hand to interrupt: "Alright, everyone is a neighbor, helping each other is what should be done. And I will run into the Zhongqing Society sooner or later, it doesn't matter. Do you know where he was taken?"

He wanted to develop, and the conflict with the Ding family was irreconcilable. Pulling hatred in advance was no big deal. After all, once he developed Ma'anshan, who wouldn't covet the fat meat? Let alone the old Ding family, other gangs would also have to come and fight him.

A bit further past his territory, in the prosperous area of Sha Tin, there was the power of the Zhongqing Society. The Zhongqing Society was still involved in drug trafficking; no one would give up a unified, high-vitality market. Even without mixing in other things, they would cross the line. It was also because of this that he intended to deter them first this time, letting them not act rashly and striving for time to slow down.

Besides, he had said a lot to Luo Huiling before about finding him if there was anything, and he had already bragged. Now that she really came, he couldn't not help, could he?

It was just that perhaps Luo Huiling didn't know much about Hong Kong gangsters and didn't know what status the Zhongqing Society had. The most powerful person she knew now was Wang Yan. She didn't know that if you really talked about current strength, the Zhongqing Society could beat Long Teng eight times over.

"I don't know. I heard from that child that he was taken into a car and left. Now he's probably still on the road."

Wang Yan nodded, took the mobile phone from the cabinet, and made a call: "Hello? Send someone to keep an eye on where the leaders of the Zhongqing Society are. Especially the second son of the Ding family. Tell me as soon as you find him."

Putting down the phone, Wang Yan glanced at the anxious Luo Huiling and Fang Ting: "Alright, you'll know in a while. Have you eaten? Do you want to eat together?"

The two women shook their heads in unison; how could they have the heart to eat?

Wang Yan nodded and looked at Ruan Mei standing on the side: "Why are you standing there? Eat."

Glaring at Wang Yan, Ruan Mei let Luo Huiling and Fang Ting sit down, and then returned to the dining table to eat again.

In the torment of Luo Huiling and Fang Ting anxiously biting their lips and picking their fingers, ten minutes later, the mobile phone at hand rang. Wang Yan put down his bowl and chopsticks, grabbed the phone, and got up. While answering, he said "Go." The anxious two women quickly followed.

Knowing the address while waiting for the elevator, Wang Yan said: "In Jordan, twenty minutes by car. They just arrived too, came in a hurry."

Luo Huiling nodded without speaking; she was really anxious.

Going downstairs and driving, he took them both toward Jordan. He didn't bring subordinates; it was to fish people out and deter, not to fight directly, so he didn't need subordinates. Besides, with the Zhongqing Society's power of thousands of people, what could his three hundred people do?

In front of a restaurant called "Chaozhou City Restaurant," Wang Yan drove with the two women and parked the car at the door with a beautiful drift: "Get off."

After the two women relaxed a bit, Wang Yan walked in first.

Watching Wang Yan bring two women straight inside, the subordinate at the door blocked him and said in a slouching manner: "Sorry, we're not open now. Go to another place to eat."

"Looking for Fang Zhanbo, the one just brought back by Ding Yixie." Wang Yan shook his head and explained considerately.

"Kid, what are you? You dare to call our big brother's name? I advise you to get out quickly, otherwise you'll look good."

Without a word, Wang Yan swung a slap directly, sending the doorman flying to the side. Visibly, two teeth flew in the air and landed on the ground. One could imagine how much force there was.

The subordinate standing next to him was stunned for a moment, then without thinking, let out a howl: "Someone is attacking, come quickly..."

As soon as the words fell, a burst of dense footsteps came over.

"You two wait at the door for a while."

Without looking back, he gave instructions to the stunned Luo Huiling and Fang Ting behind him. Wang Yan stepped forward, kicked the one reporting the news flying, and rushed up to fight the group of gangsters coming out.

While Luo Huiling and Fang Ting stood stupidly not knowing what to do, after a burst of clattering, Wang Yan smiled and kicked a gangster blocking the way to the side, waving to the two women: "Come in."

Looking at the twenty or thirty people lying horizontally and vertically on the ground, Luo Huiling and Fang Ting looked at each other and carefully stepped inside.

Wang Yan came to deter; what was more effective than absolute strength? He wanted them to know that as long as he, Wang Mou, didn't die, other means were useless.

Hearing the quietness, Ding Yixie, who was cleaning up Fang Zhanbo upstairs, brought people down. Just halfway down, he saw Wang Yan bringing two women wanting to go upstairs.

Looking up at Ding Yixie who was looking down from above, Wang Yan smiled: "Ding Yixie?"

This kid's head was full of blood; it was estimated that he had just smashed a wine bottle on himself.

Ding Yixie wasn't stupid either. Looking at the subordinate lying behind who was winking at him, he knew what was going on. Looking at Luo Huiling and Fang Ting behind Wang Yan, how could he not know they were here to save Fang Zhanbo?

Ignoring Wang Yan, he looked at Luo Huiling with a smile: "Long time no see, Sister Ling. You've raised so many, and your figure is still so good? Is this little punk your new lover?"

"Where is Zhanbo? What did you do to him?" Luo Huiling asked as soon as she opened her mouth.

While asking, Wang Yan had already lifted his leg and walked up the stairs: "Do you still have any support? Who gave you the guts to be so arrogant?" During the speech, Wang Yan quickly threw two heavy punches, knocking down the two subordinates guarding in front of Ding Yixie, letting them roll down the stairs to the feet of the two women, then taking advantage of Ding Yixie's daze, he directly reached out and pinched his neck, pushing the two subordinates behind him upstairs.

Ding Yixie was indeed a stupid cunt; villains die from too much talk. He, Wang Mou, was so fierce, and he still treated him as a little punk? If he wasn't hacked to death, it could only be said that the old Ding family had good luck.

With the strength well-grasped, just pinching Ding Yixie like this, Wang Yan greeted the two women to go upstairs, staring at the struggling Ding Yixie: "Where is Fang Zhanbo?"

Ding Yixie rolled his eyes, trembling and stretching out his finger to point to one inside his mouth.

Walking over while pinching his neck, seeing Fang Zhanbo being beaten by two people inside, Wang Yan reached out and pried Ding Yixie's face to let the two subordinates see clearly: "Get out of the way, don't make me do it."

Seeing their big brother looking like he was about to die, the two very consciously walked to the corner and stood still honestly. They knew how many people were here; so many people had their boss captured, so they were useless.

"Zhanbo, are you okay?"

"Big brother."

Luo Huiling and Fang Ting rushed up, caring for Fang Zhanbo who was beaten with a face full of blood.

This was Wang Yan's fault. After all, originally Fang Zhanbo would have been finished after being beaten a few hard times, and definitely wouldn't have been as seriously injured as now. It must have been Ding Yixie who ordered to beat him for ten minutes first, which was why it was like this...

Ignoring them, Wang Yan looked at Ding Yixie who was constantly struggling in his hand and reaching out to touch his lower back, and grinned: "Yo, pulling a gun? Come, I'll help you."

While speaking, Wang Yan pinched his neck and pulled him to his side, freeing his left hand to take the gun tucked in his waist and look at it: "Hmm, Colt, not bad."

Changes always come unexpectedly. Wang Yan had just praised the gun, and the next moment dense footsteps came. Then a group of people surrounded them, and Ding Xiaocheng walked in with a big back-combed hair.

Sweeping a glance at Ding Yixie who was being grabbed by the neck and struggling bitterly, Luo Huiling and the Fang family siblings leaning together behind looking at him, and the two subordinates standing honestly on the side, he then stared at Wang Yan. Ding Xiaocheng smiled: "If I remember correctly, you should be Wang Yan, the boss of the newly rising Long Teng! I wonder if I'm right, Brother Yan."

Wang Yan let go, and in front of Ding Xiaocheng, kicked Ding Yixie onto the subordinate standing by the wall. He saw it very clearly; Ding Xiaocheng had no fluctuations at all. This was the one who really bit people. It was also Fang Ting, who was staring with big eyes and trembling in fear behind, whose head was kicked by a donkey. Not to mention the hatred between the two families, just such a player, and she still went up to be in love with others? She didn't even care about her own brother; what kind of chicken feather was she?

"I didn't expect a big boss like you to know a small person like me." Wang Yan smiled and quickly loaded the gun in his hand, pointing at Ding Xiaocheng: "It seems you had ideas early on."

Seeing Wang Yan raising the gun, the five people around Ding Xiaocheng quickly drew their guns and pointed at Wang Yan: "Put the gun down! Put it down!"

Wang Yan was indifferent, just looking at Ding Xiaocheng like this.

Ding Xiaocheng looked like he was looking at a dead person: "Now five guns are pointing at you."

As soon as the words fell, Wang Yan dodged. Amidst Fang Zhanbo shivering, Luo Huiling covering her ears and tightly closing her mouth, and Fang Ting's screams, he fired five shots in a row.

But what sounded were seven shots.

This was also why Wang Yan dodged; he was afraid the tiger would misfire and kill him. As for Luo Huiling and the Fang family siblings, they were at a large angle behind him and wouldn't be hit.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall; he had full confidence in himself. Not to mention having a gun in his hand, even if he took a knife, instantly killing the five people with guns was easy.

After the gunshots, there was a burst of heart-piercing screams. All five were shot through the hands by Wang Yan, and the unlucky one standing behind him was hit by two shots, rolling on the ground.

In fact, Wang Yan's marksmanship hadn't reached the level of hitting the target every time; it was about nine rings every shot, just because the distance was too close.

Slowly raising the gun at Ding Xiaocheng: "Now there is only one gun of mine."

While speaking, he fired another shot at the person secretly picking up the gun, and another person screamed. He didn't kill anyone; after all, if a life was lost, the matter would be big, and he didn't want to escalate the situation.

This gun had a full magazine of fifteen bullets...

"Ruthless enough." Ding Xiaoxie's eye corner twitched, yet he insisted on smiling: "What are the conditions?" He didn't spout any nonsense about killing him or that Wang Yan couldn't leave; with that whole floor of people lying down below, there was no point in him talking trash.

"Don't provoke the Fang family again."

"Okay."

"That's enough."

"Just like this?" Ding Xiaocheng frowned at Wang Yan: "As far as I know, you are just neighbors."

Wang Yan smiled: "I came to scare you. Were you scared?"

Ding Xiaocheng's face was ugly, and he couldn't maintain his demeanor anymore. This was naked humiliation, because he had already been scared. And it was in front of his subordinates. Not to mention tomorrow, tonight, the whole Hong Kong and Kowloon would be a joke about their Ding brothers.

"Let's make it clear, I have friends, you have family. This trash, and your family's third and fourth, can't stand. Also, if I remember correctly, Ding Xie seems to be about to be released... Oh, there's also an old lady living in the temple. Hong Kong and Kowloon all say your Ding family's four brothers are the most filial. I wonder if that's the case..." Ding Xiaocheng's masseter muscles bulged high, clearly visible; that was the reaction of gritting his teeth. Wang Yan looked at him faintly: "Heh, want to kill me? You only have one chance. If I don't die, you will die as a whole family."

Wang Yan looked coldly, but was smiling, word by word: "So, do you understand?"

Ding Xiaocheng didn't speak, just dodged to make a way.

Wang Yan smiled and turned the muzzle, pointing at the subordinate on the side: "Find a bag and pack the gun for me."

Pointed at by the gun, the subordinate was a little scared, stiffly turning his head to look at Ding Xiaocheng beside him.

Ding Xiaocheng nodded.

Then the subordinate ran out in a hurry, but after a moment came back with a cloth bag, trembling and squatting on the ground, slowly holding the gun body and disengaging the safety, packing them one by one, then trembling and respectfully sending them to Wang Yan with both hands.

Noticing his actions, Wang Yan took the bag and patted his shoulder: "You're not bad, you know how to do things. Are you interested in coming to follow me?"

That subordinate was patted by Wang Yan, trembling and not daring to move, nor daring to open his mouth to reply. If he said he didn't agree, what would the lunatic in front of him think? If he said he agreed, what would Ding Xiaocheng on the side think? Either way, he wouldn't have a good result.

Not getting a response, Wang Yan didn't care, turning back to look at the stunned Luo Huiling and the Fang family siblings: "Let's go."

"Ah? Oh, oh, go..."

Fang Zhanbo was in the middle, Luo Huiling and Fang Ting were supporting each other left and right, walking out.

Wang Yan watched Fang Zhanbo's crotch still dripping, and Luo Huiling and Fang Ting were also clamping their legs, looking like they were controlling...

This reaction was considered normal; they hadn't experienced it, so their bodies were out of control. If it weren't for the system's protection, Wang Yan didn't know what his reaction would be, and whether he would be stronger than Fang Zhanbo. Anyway, when he was in Infernal Affairs, he stayed in the country for a long time...

The three walked through the path made by a group of gangsters. Wang Yan disengaged the safety of the gun in his hand and followed. When passing Ding Xiaocheng, he quickly reached out and touched a gun of the same model from his waist, shaking it in his hand: "Confiscated." Immediately, he swaggered away.

Just now Ding Xiaocheng had his hands behind his back, and he saw it, but his five shots were too fast, and he was too scared to move, silently putting his hands in front again.

Ding Xiaocheng's eyes were red. He had grown up so big and had never suffered such humiliation. Angrily walking to Ding Yixie who was paralyzed by the wall, he kicked him twice; it was all trouble caused by this cunt.

"Did I tell you not to move the Fang family? Did I tell you not to cause trouble?"

Ding Yixie hadn't recovered from being kicked by Wang Yan before, and now he was kicked twice more, howling in pain and rolling: "Big brother, I was wrong, I was wrong."

Kicking a few more times to vent his anger, Ding Xiaocheng walked to the window and looked down at Wang Yan and the others outside.

After going out, Luo Huiling and Fang Ting let out a long breath; it was too oppressive inside, and they were even afraid to breathe. Immediately, they supported the paralyzed Fang Zhanbo and wanted to get into the car Wang Yan had driven over before.

Wang Yan carried the cloth bag and shouted: "Got the wrong car."

Luo Huiling glanced at the crowd of people in the shop and said nervously to Wang Yan: "Wasn't this the one we took when we came?"

"It's this one now." While speaking, Wang Yan opened the door of a black Mercedes parked on the side of the road.

Luo Huiling wanted to say something, but when the words reached her lips, she finally didn't say it, sighed, and followed Fang Ting to support Fang Zhanbo to open the back door and get into the car.

Because they came in a hurry, and they were gangsters; even if the car was left there, who dared to drive it away? How many lives were enough to pay? So the keys were in the car.

Watching the three sit down, Wang Yan got into the car, started it, turned around, honked the horn twice, rolled down the window to look at Ding Xiaocheng staring at him upstairs, and waved: "Thanks."

Immediately, he stepped on the gas, and the black Mercedes sped away... ===== CHAPTER 241 =====