Chapter 373: The News That Shook South City! The Seafood Business… Is Ready to Open!

"Hurry up, don't delay the Gang Leader's rest," Zhao Xian said impatiently.

"Alright!"

Ceng Yunzhong burst in excitedly into the sickroom, but after noticing the quiet atmosphere he switched to tiptoeing.

Su Yang looked at his turtle‑like hunch and laughed, "We're all family, no need to be formal."

"Yes, yes, yes…" Ceng Yunzhong chuckled twice, his shrugged shoulders relaxing.

But while seated on the stool, he kept feeling ants crawling, unable to settle.

"What? Up to something shady?" Su Yang teased.

"No, no, no, how could I? I followed the Gang Leader's orders; Ceng is absolutely loyal," Ceng Yunzhong said, pointing three fingers to the sky.

"How's the gambling venture progressing?"

"Smoothly. I've set up the prize pool and betting matters, spent money to have street beggars spread the news; we can officially open tomorrow," Ceng Yunzhong explained.

Then he detailed the specific rules.

Su Yang raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

In fact, he only half‑understood gambling, merely stating what he knew roughly.

He didn't expect Ceng Yunzhong to extrapolate and manage the task so orderly.

"Remember, this is business; making money is fine, but don't lose your conscience. Bet as you should, and give every cent that's due," Su Yang instructed.

"Certainly." Ceng Yunzhong nodded like crushing garlic.

"Of course. If you meet a scoundrel, don't be nice; deal with them. A tall tree catches wind, so you must be ruthless," Su Yang said.

"Rest assured, the Golden Hall may have few brothers, but none are worthless," Ceng Yunzhong patted his chest.

Su Yang nodded satisfactorily, lay back, and weakly said, "I'm tired, go out."

"Hey!" Ceng Yunzhong gently covered the blanket, tiptoed away.

As soon as he stepped out, Lei Cheng raised his hand and pushed the door.

"Lei Hanz, what are you up to?" Ceng Yunzhong held him with a big hand.

"I'm taking the task. You all went in, I need to talk with the Gang Leader too," Lei Cheng broke free, pulled the Door Handle and tried to go inside.

"Hanz, the Gang Leader didn't call you; why would you go in and disturb his rest?" Ceng Yunzhong yanked him out.

"But this…" Lei Cheng looked aggrieved, neither advancing nor retreating.

Even Ceng Yunzhong, the most unwelcome, can go in; on what basis can Lei Cheng not?

"Even the Purple Hall Master didn't go in; why are you so anxious?" Ceng Yunzhong whispered.

"What does the Gang Leader mean?"

"Some things are left unsaid for you to understand yourself, got it?"

"He makes everything so explicit; managing hundreds can't wear out his lips, right?"

"You two, if nothing comes up these days, keep the brothers posted at the door, don't let anyone approach," Ceng Yunzhong instructed.

Lei Cheng pursed his lips a couple of times, then nodded helplessly.

Zi Huai didn't mind at all.

In fact, Su Yang admired the self‑directed performance he staged.

After all, the gun brushed past his heart, a boldness hard to find a second in the whole Jinshan City.

Moreover, he did it all for the Six Harmonies Society, not to satisfy personal greed.

With such a devoted and selfless leader, what complaints could he have?

"Zeng Tang Zhu said that I will keep people guarding here until the Gang Leader recovers," Zi Huai said seriously.

"I'll join too; nothing's been happening lately," Lei Cheng added.

"Lei Tang Zhu's task is arduous; you must constantly monitor the Warlord's movements, the connection must not break," Lin Yang instructed.

"Exactly, the Search Army won't let the Six Harmonies Society go; you're most familiar with their methods, better to mediate and buy time!" Zhao Xian nodded in agreement.

Feng Jingchu patted his shoulder, "Got it? The Gang Leader not calling you for a talk is actually good; it shows he trusts your ability."

Lei Cheng, flattered, replied eagerly, "Everyone, rest assured, Lei promises to complete the task."

The group exchanged smiles; everything was understood without words.

So, a crisis that seemed irretrievable appeared less hopeless under Su Yang's arrangement.

On the contrary, it felt rather relaxed; the heavy stone on his heart vanished.

Each Hall Master now had hope; they looked forward to the day Su Yang returned healed.

The next morning, the newspaper ran the explosive news from last night.

"Newspapers! Newspapers!"

"Paperboy, give me a copy."

"Looking for you… fifty cents."

At a breakfast stall, a person bit a fried dough stick, sipped soy milk, and leisurely glanced at the paper.

But when his eyes landed on the headline, he let out a light gasp.

"Six Harmonies Society?"

"Shooting… over 40 dead… hiss!?"

"Everyone, look! Last night those two damn gangs started fighting again!"

People rushed forward as soon as they heard, some couldn't squeeze in, so they bought a copy from the paperboy.

So, the heavy headline spread through every street and alley.

The paperboy's newspapers sold out in less than half an hour.

Someone even kicked his butt, urging him to restock quickly.

The newsboy, feeling aggrieved, rubbed his butt, made a grimace at him, then turned and ran.

Today the market rush was livelier than usual.

Everyone was talking about last night's Gang Fire Fight, you one mouth, I one mouth, the commotion was out of control.

"You don't know, that Su Yang, he's a demon god incarnate!"

"Brush brush brush twice, guess what? Over a dozen people fell."

"You know that Donghai Hall Third Hall Master's fox temptress… yes, yes, the woman with the round, perky butt."

"Her Gallbladder is not small, she hid guns, and even tried to ambush our Su Gang Leader."

"I was drinking on Nan Yang Jie, the gunshot scared me so much that Urine sprayed out, and some people thought someone's kitchen had exploded."

"That shot didn't hit Su Yang's heart, it hit his Lung."

"But our Su Gang Leader wasn't timid at all; instead he was even more heroic, like that… Heavenly Divine descended, and he snatched the gun in one hand."

"Pa pa a few times and he butchered the remaining Donghai Hall kids."

"Tsk tsk, one person alone challenged forty‑one, such ability—if you don't go to heaven you can't find a second."

To the common folk, the day's biggest pastime is watching the news.

And scandalous news is their favorite, for example a boss taking a mistress discovered by his wife, two women pulling each other's hair…

Or another example, a Big Figure who hired a prostitute and passed out because the intensity was too high.

These are all topics people love to chat about, and besides scandalous news, fights and brawls are also beloved.

The crowd perked up their ears, listening intently; a young fellow shouted, "What about the Su Gang Leader, is he dead?"

"Dead as a hammer, I already said he's a Heavenly Divine descended; how could a Divine body fear mortal weapons?"

"Even being shot in the Lung doesn't kill him, he's still a person, huh?"

Beside them, a sunglasses man sipping soy milk smiled at the corner of his mouth, leisurely folding his newspaper a few times and placing it on the table.

Then he took five yuan from his pocket and pressed it under the bowl.

Leaving the breakfast stall, he walked to a car, and a Little Brother hurried to open the back‑seat door for him.

"Yang Ge, how's the public reaction?" the Little Brother asked.

Lin Yang's smile widened, "Do you and I still need to doubt the methods of the Purple Hall Master? Of course it's a perfect score."

All of this was secretly controlled by Zi Huai; the loudly shouting person just now, like a storyteller, was the one he hired with money.

The purpose was simple: add magical color, and spread the incident with extra seasoning.

So, when Donghai Hall and Mingguang Building hear the news, they'll be as frantic as ants on a hot pan, hurriedly clearing themselves of any connection.

And the Search Army will also focus its attention on the dead Qiu Lanxing.

"Yang Ge, where to?" the Weiwu Hall Little Brother in the driver's seat asked.

"To the Black Market." Lin Yang slowly took off his sunglasses, and said slowly:

"Seafood business… it's time to open!"