Chapter 1795: A Biological Mother Causes Her Son to Wander the Streets

Because the secret ledger might be needed at any time, it could not be kept in a place rarely visited; it had to be kept somewhere accessible at a moment's notice, yet sufficiently hidden.

For this kind of thing, a safe is no longer safe.

Because everyone knows that safes are for storing valuables, if one is targeted by the police, the first thing they demand is to have the safe opened.

Therefore, many people create secret compartments or nested drawers specifically to store such things.

Nianyin's subordinates searched casually and turned up the secret ledger.

Having this kind of thing in one's own hands is equivalent to holding someone's pigtail; from then on, they have to do whatever they are told.

The boss was beaten and lying on the ground unable to move, but seeing his secret ledger discovered, he immediately grew anxious and shouted for his subordinates to snatch the ledger back.

"Bang!"

Nianyin was quick of eye and foot; she raised her leg and delivered a kick to his chest. He was instantly sent flying five or six meters away, crashing to the ground and passing out, motionless.

"It's bad, the boss has been beaten to death."

"A life has been taken!"

"Run!"

The thugs at the bar were only there for the money; no one wanted to lose their life here. Seeing the boss motionless, they assumed he was dead.

The boss's death was not worth mourning, but they could not afford to die.

Anyway, with the boss no longer moving and no one else to manage them, the remaining people immediately scattered like birds and beasts, all running away.

Those with heavy injuries who couldn't run crawled away.

"A bunch of rabble, you think you're worthy of fighting me?"

Nianyin smiled contemptuously, preparing to return in triumph.

Turning around, she saw Yulong standing at the entrance, glaring at her in anger.

When facing her son, Nianyin subconsciously felt a bit guilty and short of breath; her confidence was not quite as strong.

She laughed dryly: "Yulong, don't misunderstand. I came to have a good chat with your boss. Who knew he would start a fight without a word?"

Yulong:...

This lie was so fabricated that she probably didn't even believe it herself.

Bringing dozens of people over to have a "good chat"?

Who would believe that!

"What are you holding in your hand?" Yulong had sharp eyes and spotted the ledger in her hand at a glance.

"Nothing, just a notebook."

"Oh."

Yulong said rapidly in her ear: "Let it appear where it ought to appear; it's useless in your hands."

Nianyin was incredibly clever; she immediately understood what he meant.

Her eyes lit up instantly, but it was only for a moment before she quickly returned to normal.

"You bastard, to think you would have such a request, you're truly beyond saving..." She suddenly flew into a rage, scolded her son, and slapped Yulong across the face.

Yulong took it stoically, still "demanding" that she return the ledger to him.

"Mom, I beg you, just give the ledger back to me. I work here too; if something happens, I'll be implicated as well."

"In your dreams. I wouldn't give it to you even if I burned it. People like you all deserve to go to hell; going to Prison is too good for you..."

Nianyin left in a huff, kicking Yulong aside before she walked away.

She turned around and handed the ledger to the police station. With this ledger, Lanyu Bar was sealed, and the boss was arrested.

On the surface, it was a bar, but in secret, they scouted for all kinds of beautiful women, using sweet talk to trick them into going abroad to work as streetwalkers, reaping huge profits.

With the Lanyu Bar incident, people on Bar Street one after another distanced themselves from them, fearing that trouble would be brought upon themselves!

The original thugs and subordinates of Lanyu couldn't find anyone to hire them elsewhere.

Of course, it wasn't that they would never be hired, but people didn't want to invite disaster upon themselves at this time; they thought they would take these people under their command once the heat died down.

Especially Yulong; this person needed to be observed closely.

He was originally a student at the Police Academy, and his sudden expulsion was already full of suspicious points; some suspected he was an undercover agent.

As it turned out, he had only been there a few days before causing so many things to happen.

Originally, everything was fine, with each establishment doing its own "business" without any problems, but as soon as he arrived, there were many problems. No one wanted to look for trouble where there was none.

Yulong led a group of brothers, wandering the streets.

Everyone was in a sorry state; the last pack of cigarettes was empty, but they still hadn't found work.

"What are we going to do? We don't even have a place to stay tonight."

"Everyone hasn't eaten all day; we can't just starve to death."

These people were never good people to begin with, and now that they had no money, they started having crooked ideas.

They wanted to go rob or steal something to get some money to spend.

Yulong stopped them: "Forget it. On the streets now, there are high-definition cameras everywhere. You wouldn't even get the money before being caught by the police if you tried to rob someone. Stealing is the same. It won't work."

Since he said it wouldn't work, the idea was temporarily abandoned.

Without food, they had no strength in their bodies, but their mouths wouldn't stop moving.

Someone started complaining: "Not having a place to stay is nothing; at worst, we can live in the park or under a bridge. It's not like we haven't lived like that before. I'm just worried about not having good food."

"No good food, no cigarettes to smoke, no girls..."

As they talked, they started blaming Yulong.

"It's all your fault. If your mom hadn't sent the ledger to the police station, we'd still be living the high life, with pretty girls in our arms. How could we be wandering the streets like this..."

"Exactly, it's all your fault."

It was just complaining; they didn't dare to actually make a move.

After all, when it came to a fight, the few of them were no match for Yulong alone.

They couldn't beat him even when they were well-fed, and now it was even less likely.

After Lanyu was shut down, they became like stray dogs, unwanted wherever they went.

It wasn't that no place wanted them; they could still find decent work, but decent work was both bitter and tiring, and paid little, so they just didn't care to do it.

These people had grown accustomed to being lazy and gluttonous, possessing neither educational qualifications nor special skills.

Before Yulong's mother brought people to raid Lanyu, these people had actually thought fighting was their "special skill."

However, after clashing with Yulong's mother, these people realized their "fighting skills" were not even worth looking at; they were kicked to the ground before they could even see how the opponent had struck.

Now, other bars didn't want them, and ordinary jobs were low-paying and exhausting, so they wouldn't do them even if they were starving to death.

Yulong shouted, "Enough, stop complaining, you're annoying me to death. Isn't it just money? You wait here while I think of a way."

"What way could you possibly have?"

"You don't need to worry about that, just wait, you stay here and wait for me, don't move."

After saying this, Yulong hailed a taxi and sped away.

Just as they were getting impatient from waiting, Yulong returned and pulled two stacks of cash from his pocket: "Look, what is this?"

"Wow, money!"

"Where did you get the money?"

"Don't worry about where it came from, anyway, brothers can finally live the good life..."

Seeing the money, the eyes of the few people lit up.

Everyone cheered for a while, their attitude toward Yulong instantly shifting from complaining to worship, once again interpreting what it means to say, "With money you're a master, without money you're a grandson."

Like "The Madam Always Wants to Anger Me"