Chapter 522: Ruthless!

Vulture Master’s face instantly shifted from livid to deep purple.

He’d spent half his life in the underworld and had never been publicly humiliated by someone young enough to be his daughter.

If A Qi actually knelt today, how could he ever show his face to his brothers again?

At that moment, his men were also stirring, their hands unconsciously moving toward their lower backs.

Yun Cheng and those core members of Wanlong Society simultaneously stepped forward half a pace, ready to act to protect the Young Miss.

Just then, Huang Yu, who had been watching from the sidelines, spoke again: “Old Vulture.”

Just those two words immediately cooled the impending explosion from Vulture Master.

When Huang Yu looked at Liu Yutong again, the initial warmth was gone, replaced by a hint of displeasure.

He’d navigated the business world for years, seen all kinds of people, but a young person like Liu Yutong who wouldn’t give him an ounce of face—this was a first.

But no matter how dissatisfied he was, he had to resolve this matter; otherwise, it would affect his upcoming capital maneuvers and cause trouble.

He was counting on making a killing this time to ease the financial pressure from his group’s expansion.

Then, Huang Yu gave Vulture Master a slight nod.

This gesture completely confirmed Liu Yutong’s earlier suspicion—they were definitely bound by shared interests. Huang Yu absolutely would not allow Vulture Master to ruin his big plans over a moment of pique.

Vulture Master read the meaning in Huang Yu’s eyes. No matter how humiliated he felt, he forced down his rage and roared at the bespectacled man beside him:

“What the fuck are you still standing there for? Deaf? Get on your fucking knees and go over there!”

The bespectacled man shuddered, a flash of resentment in his eyes, but he knew he had to submit today—otherwise, he’d never get past his boss.

Then he gritted his teeth, dropped to his knees with a thud, and shuffled toward Liu Yutong on his knees.

He could feel the gazes of his brothers behind him—anger, sympathy, shared indignation, even a faint trace of contempt.

Honestly, being humiliated like this in front of everyone was worse than death.

What chilled him even more was his boss’s attitude.

When he’d first followed Boss Vulture, it was because he admired the man’s generosity, dominance, and loyalty—he thought he had a future with him.

To help his boss expand and strengthen his power, A Qi had done plenty of dirty work. He considered himself Vulture’s most capable right-hand man, his brain trust—certainly better than that waste of space, Pao Ge.

But today, this right-hand man had been personally pressed under their enemy’s feet by his boss, all for some pathetic bargaining chip.

He was truly disappointed.

“I’ve risked my life for you all these years, and this is what I get?”

The resentment A Qi felt toward Liu Yutong unconsciously shifted partially onto Vulture Master.

In the end, it was Vulture’s incompetence, Vulture’s weakness, that made him suffer this humiliation!

So this so-called underworld loyalty, brotherhood—when it mattered, it was this fragile, this easily shattered.

As A Qi shuffled over on his knees, Liu Yutong didn’t even glance at him. She turned her head and quietly instructed Su Mansu, who was standing beside her in a daze.

Su Mansu snapped back to attention and immediately left the private room.

As she turned away, she couldn’t help but purse her lips. This was how a legitimate company operated?

The scenes from the past few days could still be explained away.

For example, the boss’s good martial arts skills were for self-defense—it was reasonable for a girl to have some self-protection abilities.

The many core members of Wanlong Society were because the company was large, and the black clothes were just company uniforms—that was also reasonable.

But how to explain this now?

A man’s knees hold gold—was she here to deliver gold?

Mental complaints aside, though, the boss had looked undeniably cool in that moment of dominance!

Finally, A Qi shuffled to a stop before Liu Yutong, head bowed, the veins on his neck bulging with humiliation, like a mangy dog ready to bare its fangs.

All eyes focused on Liu Yutong, waiting for her next move.

Liu Yutong finally moved, her eyelids lowering as she looked at A Qi.

“Look up.”

A Qi’s body stiffened, then he slowly raised his head to meet Liu Yutong’s fathomless black eyes.

“Who ordered you to attack us last time? Point them out. Don’t you dare say it was you.”

A Qi’s pupils suddenly contracted, his gaze instinctively flicking toward Vulture Master. He didn’t know how to respond.

“I… I…”

He’d never expected Liu Yutong to play this card—to ask a question she already knew the answer to. How was he supposed to respond?

Claim he did it alone, that he’d take responsibility? She’d already blocked that path.

But if he said it was Vulture Master, could he still survive in South City after this?

Not just him—Huang Yu and Vulture Master hadn’t expected Liu Yutong to suddenly ask this either.

It seemed she wasn’t planning to negotiate with them!

Vulture Master slammed the table. “Liu Yutong! What do you mean? My brother kneeled for you! Don’t push your luck! If you force someone too far, you won’t leave South City in one piece!”

He had a feeling Liu Yutong had other motives and tried to seize the initiative with threats.

Liu Yutong: “I’m asking him. Why are you so agitated, Vulture Master? Or was it you who gave the order?”

Huang Yu interrupted again: “President Liu, harmony is precious. I’ve also been invited to your school’s fiftieth anniversary.”

He could see this girl was also a hardliner. He could only keep playing the sympathy card.

Liu Yutong remained unmoved, looking at Huang Yu: “President Huang, I respect you as a senior. Don’t blame me for not warning you—you won’t be attending our school’s anniversary.”

Huang Yu’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean by that?”

Liu Yutong didn’t answer him. “I, Liu Yutong, have always been clear about debts of gratitude and vengeance. If someone respects me an inch, I respect them a yard! But if someone dares to touch me or my people…”

She paused, her voice suddenly rising: “Then I’ll tear down his temple, smash his rice bowl! Never mind some local snake—even if it were a true dragon, I’d rip out its sinew!”

Yun Cheng had found the Young Miss’s earlier words unremarkable, but hearing the latter part, something felt off. He wanted to say: “Young Miss, you can’t go ripping out dragon sinew!”

Liu Yutong looked at A Qi again. “A Qi, is it? It seems your boss doesn’t want to protect you.”

At that moment, Yun Cheng behind Liu Yutong moved.

He had someone toss a pipe with wiped fingerprints in front of the other party.

“Pick it up!”

A Qi had no idea what they wanted. Were they trying to start a fight here?

But he knew clearly that a fight couldn’t break out today.

So what did they mean?

Though confused, he still picked up the pipe.

The instant he picked it up, Yun Cheng suddenly struck.

The next second, a crisp crack rang through the private room!

“AHHHH!”

A Qi let out a piercing scream, the arm holding the pipe bent at a grotesque angle—clearly crippled in an instant by Yun Cheng.

Yun Cheng struck fast, and withdrew even faster.

From the moment he walked in and saw this four-eyes, he’d already sentenced him to death.

Whether in Wushui County or Pearl City, anyone who had threatened the Young Miss’s personal safety had met a bad end.

Mad Dog was still locked up inside, serving twelve years.

The Zhao father and son—one was driven mad, the other was dead.

There was no reason for this four-eyes to walk away unscathed.

After finishing, Yun Cheng said to the brothers in black behind him: “We’ve found the main perpetrator from the pedestrian street attack. To prevent him from attacking the victims again or escaping, we were forced to subdue him.”

“Brother Yun, it’s all recorded. We’re good Samaritans!”

Vulture Master: “???”

Huang Yu: “???”