Chapter 538: Can’t Get Through
“A large crowd?”
Vulture Master’s eyelid twitched violently. He fell silent and strode to the window, looking down. His heart instantly sank to the pit of his stomach.
The street below was deathly silent. Not a single car in sight. Of course, even if there were cars, no one would dare drive down this street right now—who wouldn’t be terrified by this show of force?
Below, a sea of black umbrellas, densely packed like storm clouds, blanketed the entire street.
Under those umbrellas, figures in identical black suits.
Not a sound was made, yet the sense of oppression was absolute.
“This… what the fuck…”
Vulture Master’s voice trembled. “Has Liu Yutong lost her mind? What’s she trying to do with all these people? Didn’t I already make peace with her?!”
After the shock, fury surged through him.
He’d ruled South City for decades—when had anyone ever dared corner him like this?
“Fuck! This is too fucking much!”
“Absolutely intolerable!”
Vulture Master spun around and kicked over the coffee table. “You think I’m made of fucking clay? Get our men! Now! Immediately! Call every single one of our brothers! Let’s see whose crew is tougher—her Wanlong Society or my blades!”
“Today, I’m taking her down with me!”
“Boss… I called… called them!”
“Everyone we could reach, we did! But our men are scattered across different locations. We can’t gather this many so quickly! And… and the rain’s so heavy, phones aren’t working…”
Vulture Master: “???”
“Phones not working? What does rain have to do with phones not working?”
“I think they’re either too scared to come… or they’ve been… neutralized.”
Of course, he didn’t mention that many of their brothers were still behind bars—their numbers were far from what they used to be.
“Useless! All of you are fucking useless!”
After the outburst, Vulture Master regained his composure.
He was a seasoned veteran after all—anger hadn’t completely clouded his judgment.
A head-on clash right now would definitely end badly.
He collected himself and started tapping into his network of connections built over more than a decade.
“Phone! Get me my phone!” Vulture Master roared.
The manager immediately handed him his private phone.
Vulture Master quickly dialed the first number—a deputy commissioner in charge of public security for this district.
The phone rang for a long time before it connected.
“Hello? Old Vulture, what’s up?”
“Commissioner Wang! Help! Commissioner Wang!”
“My club is surrounded by gangsters! Hundreds of them! It’s absolute anarchy! You need to send people over right now, or something terrible is going to happen!”
The other end fell silent for a few seconds, then a troubled voice came through.
“Old Vulture, we’ve received some reports about this too, but look at the weather. Deploying officers is difficult right now. Besides, they’re just gathering—no actual conflict has broken out yet. We can’t just intervene rashly. Why don’t you wait and see? Stay calm, don’t do anything reckless, and let’s talk when morning comes…”
“Wait until morning?”
“By morning my club will be demolished! Commissioner Wang, you can’t just—”
“Oh, my phone’s dying. Can’t hear you clearly. Let’s talk later when I’ve charged it.”
The man hung up before he could finish.
Vulture Master stared at the phone, listening to the busy signal.
“What the fuck?”
“He just hung up like that?”
“Such blatant criminal activity and he won’t lift a finger?”
Unwilling to accept defeat, Vulture Master called several other so-called friends who’d taken plenty of his money over the years.
Every single one was either busy, had poor signal, or gave excuses like Commissioner Wang—talking about permits, how gatherings aren’t illegal, how they had to follow procedure, how they’d help when he was “gone.”
“When I’m gone”? How the fuck would he call the police then?
Wouldn’t that be too fucking late?
“True brothers in heart, phones that never connect”?
When it hit him, a chill ran down his spine.
What kind of backing did Liu Yutong have to shut down all his connections so easily?
But he wouldn’t give up. He made one last call—Huang Yu, the richest man in the mainland.
Huang Yu on the other end was furious when he heard Vulture Master’s situation.
Not because Vulture Master’s place was about to be wrecked, but because a young girl was ignoring him. He’d just mediated this peace talk not long ago, and now she was moving against his partner? This was a slap in his face.
Besides, if Vulture Master really went down, it would affect him too—especially financially. The authorities had already called him in once.
“That girl doesn’t know her place. Hold on for now. I’ll contact some people to fix this.”
The richest man’s influence wasn’t just for show—his connections were on a completely different level than Vulture Master’s.
Vulture Master was about to relax when sudden commotion from downstairs made his heart race.
“Mr. Huang, how long do I need to hold out?”
“Hmm… by tomorrow at the latest. People need their rest, you know.”
“???”
Vulture Master clutched the phone and rushed to the window again, staring down intently.
Finally, he spoke three words into the phone: “Fuck you!”
…………..
The rain kept falling.
Cold rain pounded countless black umbrellas, creating a muffled symphony.
The sea of black-suited figures parted, tilting away from a central point to create a passageway.
Every eye turned to the black Maybach that had just pulled up.
As a woman stepped out, everyone bowed in unison.
“Young Mistress!”
In that instant, only one thought remained in Vulture Master’s mind.
“This woman… is terrifying!”
He’d dealt with Liu Yutong’s Wanlong Society before, but never had he felt such overwhelming pressure, as if an army were at his gates.
He’d never imagined someone could run an underworld organization with such professionalism, discipline, and cohesion.
More underworld than the underworld itself!
Perhaps sensing his gaze.
Liu Yutong looked up at the building. Vulture Master’s heart constricted.
Had she caught him watching?
Before he could ponder further, the woman raised her hand, pointing toward his club. Her red lips parted, uttering two frigid words.
“Wreck it.”