Chapter 720: Directly Booking an Entire Street - A Shocking Scene!
“President Zeng, Engineer Liang, after that tour of the company, you must be hungry. Pearl City’s night views can’t compare to the major metropolises, but the night market snacks are quite distinctive. Let me take you to try some local宵夜.”
Zeng Jin offered polite responses, but his heart was pounding.
Just now inside Shunchang Tower, he’d seen the boxing gym, the criminal law study room, the walls covered in commendation banners and group photos—it had completely overturned half a lifetime’s worth of assumptions.
He didn’t dare imagine what mind-shattering scene might emerge from Chairman Liu’s simple mention of a midnight snack.
Liang Mengsong, however, didn’t think much of it. To him, this was just normal hospitality.
He nodded. “Then I’ll trouble Chairman Liu. I quite enjoy browsing night markets.”
Liu Yutong smiled faintly and said nothing more, walking straight toward the elevator.
By the time they reached the ground floor, a group of black-clad men had assembled behind them.
Zeng Jin kept sneaking glances back, quietly counting heads.
In just this short while, no fewer than thirty black-clad men were following Liu Yutong.
And each of these men stood tall and proud, with sharp eyes, radiating an oppressive aura that made one’s blood run cold.
Back when he was in Taiwan, he’d witnessed countless so-called underworld bosses making their appearances.
The entourages were either riffraff exuding thuggish airs or swaggering enforcers who wanted everyone to know they were gangsters.
But Wanlong Society’s people were completely different.
Quiet, upright, disciplined—like a collection of blades still sheathed, harmless until drawn, but certain to draw blood when unleashed.
The more he watched, the more his heart trembled.
When they stepped outside the main entrance, more than a dozen black Mercedes were already lined up, bodies gleaming.
Beside each vehicle stood a black-clad man at attention. Seeing Liu Yutong emerge, they simultaneously bowed in greeting.
“Young Mistress!”
Zeng Jin’s steps faltered as he instinctively moved closer to Liang Mengsong.
Liang Mengsong still hadn’t sensed anything unusual—he merely thought this company’s employees had excellent discipline and quality.
Liu Yutong nodded slightly, then walked straight toward the Maybach in the center.
The black-clad man beside the car opened the door with perfect timing.
After Liu Yutong boarded, the others followed suit, and the motorcade headed directly for the night market.
Their destination wasn’t one of Pearl City’s most popular established night markets, but rather a commercial strip that hadn’t been open long.
At the entrance to the district stood a massive sign—Wanlong Plaza.
The plaza itself had already closed for the night, but a side street remained brightly lit.
This was a pedestrian street built behind Wanlong Plaza, which also hosted a night market in the evenings.
The entire street was hung with red lanterns, warm yellow light spilling from every shop, smoke curling upward. The aroma of cumin and chili mixed with the scent of cooking smoke drifted far into the distance.
At first glance, it seemed no different from an ordinary night market.
Zeng Jin relaxed slightly as he took in the scene through the car window.
Fine, it was about what he’d expected. It was just a midnight snack—surely they wouldn’t make another grand spectacle?
The black-clad men back at the tower had already been quite numerous. No matter how exaggerated things got, they couldn’t possibly book an entire street.
Yet the next second, Zeng Jin noticed something off.
A normal night market street should be bustling with people in the evening.
But now, apart from some drifting cooking smoke, it was eerily quiet. Was that normal?
And for some reason, though he could see the entire street brightly lit from the car, as the motorcade drew closer, it paradoxically gave the illusion of growing “darker.”
Very strange.
Yet when Zeng Jin’s group disembarked and turned onto the pedestrian street entrance, a single glance inside made their blood freeze.
From the street entrance stretching inward, the area was packed with ordinary plastic round tables, pressed tightly together, row after row, like a black dragon coiled in the street’s heart, its head visible but its tail lost in the distance.
That blackness wasn’t the color of the tables and chairs—it came from the people seated beside each one, all wearing identical black suits!
The sight was endless.
The street’s warm yellow light spilled across those dark figures. Though the lamps blazed bright, they somehow made one feel that daylight had truly turned to night.
The crushing pressure surging from all directions swallowed Zeng Jin and Liang Mengsong like a tidal wave, leaving them almost unable to breathe.
In all their decades of life, this was the first time they’d truly witnessed a physical phenomenon—black truly could absorb light.
What was most terrifying was that despite the enormous numbers, not a soul made a sound. Instead, a dreadful silence reigned.
Even the owners and servers of all the restaurants along the street dared not speak casually, merely burying their heads in grilling skewers and preparing snacks, their hands and feet working faster than usual.
Of course, though they were afraid and uneasy, they were also delighted—at least today’s revenue was guaranteed.
Zeng Jin’s hairs stood on end, his scalp tingling, his legs trembling uncontrollably.
He blinked hard, thinking he was hallucinating.
Who could believe that in all his years, he’d never seen someone book an entire street?
He’d witnessed countless scenes in his life—street brawls in Taiwan, luxurious chamber banquets, gatherings of both lawful and unlawful circles. Yet never had any scene made him tremble from the depths of his soul like this one.
He’d been wrong!
And not just wrong—ridiculously wrong!
What were a mere hundred or eighty Wanlong Society black-clad men? This scene was likely more than ten times that!
Just from what he could see, there were probably no fewer than a thousand!
And this street was at least a kilometer long. He couldn’t see how many more sat behind, only giving him the feeling that this black dragon might have no end.
Liang Mengsong was also completely dumbfounded, his mind blank.
He was a technical chip engineer who’d spent his life dealing with laboratories, machines, and code—how could he have ever witnessed such a scene!
He’d genuinely thought Wanlong Society was a legitimate, socially responsible, public-spirited enterprise.
But how could he explain this scene before him?
Could it be that he was simply too naive?
Liang Mengsong turned his head stiffly to look at the calm Liu Yutong beside him, his lips moving but unable to form words.
Who exactly was this impossibly young chairwoman?
Zeng Jin swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly as he asked, “Chairman… Chairman Liu, if I might ask, how many of our brothers are here tonight?”
Liu Yutong casually tossed out a number: “Probably… just under three thousand.”
Zeng Jin: “………”
Liang Mengsong: “…….”