Chapter 3088: 2884 Letter of Allegiance

"Uncle Ya, have you figured out exactly what to do?" the little girl asked.

"No." Dahungya said somewhat hesitantly, "If I followed my old temper, I'd just kill them outright—that's a letter of allegiance, to curry favor with Boss Zheng. In your games, what do you call that?"

"Farm honor points."

"Yeah, farm honor points." Dahungya nodded, "But I don't know if Boss Zheng will go for this; I'm worried that if I'm too harsh, Boss Zheng won't be pleased."

The little girl found it strange; just now Uncle Ya had used the car phone to talk with that side, and she had heard everything. The hospital in the capital was in panic, everyone was at a loss, as if the sky were about to collapse.

As for Boss Zheng, he seemed fine.

But Uncle Ya's obsequious attitude struck her as odd; Uncle Ya wasn't torn about whether he could resolve the dispute—he was pondering whether to wipe out that bunch of "peers."

"Uncle Ya, explain what's going on." the little girl asked, "Don't let me mess up when the time comes."

Dahungya grinned, his yellowed teeth gleaming with a dark luster.

"This is an old medicine called Rifampicin. After taking it, your urine turns red—some people orange‑red, some blood‑red, varying slightly with individual physique."

"I've studied it—using Rifampicin to shed red tears is too wicked. Out of a hundred people, getting one or two with blood‑red tears is already good; it's been used since long ago, but once you employ it, things definitely won't stay small… you need your own power. As long as you use this trick, it becomes an endless deadly situation."

"…" the little girl was also sharp, immediately grasping Dahungya's meaning.

"I wanted to use it before, but I didn't have enough people. Let me tell you, I once saw this exact same thing in the ancient capital of the west—people crawled out of the operating room, and that crowd of several hundred surrounded the hospital's office building."

"Then what happened?"

"Coffins were parked right at the office building's gate, draped in mourning cloth. Back then it was still called a mass incident; the police came, there was video, it turned out horrible, but the police didn't want to intervene. 'Coffins, promotions and wealth'—that's just seeking a lucky omen; they blocked the office building for two days like that, and the hospital backed down."

"That time, they supposedly paid out 5.6 million."

"Wow!" the little girl's eyes lit up.

"Cut the crap, a few hundred people splitting it wouldn't be much." Dahungya said, "What we, as people of the jianghu, care about is one principle: if there's no reason, just extort a little money. But big money must be justified, or else our conscience won't rest."

"Uncle Ya, you're lying to me." the little girl laughed.

"Tch." Dahungya wasn't embarrassed even after being called out.

"What if that still doesn't work?"

"Just block the Emergency Department and the Inpatient Department—I don't believe they'll refuse." Dahungya sneered, "We're all working for the state; who cares how much compensation? This isn't even the harshest. If they still won't pay, we'll carry coffins to the city government offices, burn paper offerings—just like burning down the hospital director's house."

"Hehehe." the little girl laughed happily, her eyes growing brighter. In her world, everything Dahungya said was utterly normal, nothing unusual.

"It won't work now, but from what I hear Boss Zheng means, it's about spreading things online via self‑media and big influencers, making the situation seem more serious. If it gets too serious, we might just have to kill them outright."

"Uncle Ya, how do we kill them?" the little girl was even more interested. As she uttered the two words "kill them," a fierce cruelty slipped out unintentionally, making Dahungya glance askance.

Teach this kid well, and she'll surely become a ruthless player.

"Let me think about it some more." Dahungya hesitated a bit.

"Uncle Ya, I think you're overthinking it." the little girl said flatly, "After listening to the call, Boss Zheng doesn't seem to trust you much either."

"Of course—who are they, why should they trust me? You're the same; this is a huge windfall dropped from heaven. If you seize it, you'll enjoy wealth and honor. I'm telling you, even a leak from Boss Zheng's fingertips would be enough for you to never want for food or drink—this isn't a lie."

"I know." the little girl said lightly, "Uncle Ya, you think, if Boss Zheng were as you say, he wouldn't care about the fate of the gang that wants to drive the hospital to ruin. He's just too lazy to lift a finger—they… even including us two, he might be happier if we died clean and tidy."

That thought was too dark, but Dahungya agreed with it quite a bit.

"Uncle Ya, you just said it's a letter of allegiance—I think you shouldn't hold back; do it as viciously as possible, then tell Boss Zheng we've offended the whole world, and thereafter we'll rely on his protection. Otherwise, we'll have nowhere to bury our bodies. Dead, we'd die for him—and that would be worth it."

Upon hearing that, Dahungya shuddered.

"Uncle Ya, you want to whitewash yourself but you're reluctant, wavering back and forth—I don't think that's right." the little girl said, not spouting vulgarities like Dahungya, but speaking in a refined, cultured manner.

But if those words were spoken with profanity, the flavor wouldn't be so strong. The plainer and more refined the speech, the more it carries a sinister, icy chill.

"Xiao Mei, what should we do?" Dahungya asked.

"Wipe them out root and branch—there's no jianghu left nowadays. If there is, it won't be for another twenty years. By then who'll remember you? You should just retire and enjoy your old age." Xiao Mei said.

The more Dahungya thought, the more he felt Xiao Mei made sense—the jianghu has basically been swept clean by the authorities; this is a great opportunity, but he's still narrow‑minded, not seeing far enough.

Or maybe we should study—Xiao Mei is good at her studies and thinks deeply about problems.

"Fine, I'll follow your lead!" Dahungya immediately made a decision, saying, "Never mind jianghu ethics—right now, whitewashing and going ashore is the proper path."

"The main thing is whether Boss Zheng is worth it." Xiao Mei added.

Worth it!

Then let's get them!

The two discussed it a bit, and they had great rapport—especially for this sort of underhanded matter, their synergy was high. Dahungya produced a plan, Xiao Mei filled in the gaps, and a fresh idea for exterminating a lineage emerged.

Things have always been the same from ancient times to now; they never change, only the outward guise shifts.

After the discussion, Dahungya began reporting to Zheng Ren, explaining his plan; on the other end of the phone, Boss Zheng remained silent for a long time.

Once the schedule was set, Dahungya estimated the timing. There wasn't much to prepare—life is like a play, it all comes down to acting.

He thought he and Xiao Mei were enough; the opposition was just a bunch of clumsy chickens and dogs—once he took action, total victory was certain.

However, Dahungya didn't work out what to do after winning; instead, he and Xiao Mei discussed the details of the operation. Serving Boss Zheng must be flawless—even as a dog, one must have value, or else be swept away by the tide of history.