Arrogance and domineering, starting in the 1990s

Wu Shu leaned against the bed, looking at the small, cramped room and the yellowish-black ceiling.

My mind was racing, calculating what to do next. If I succeeded in the first step…

He wanted to quickly roll the snowball.

Currently, only a tall, fat man is giving him a blood transfusion.

It's too slow, and I can only subdue the other person for a short time. If I keep inhaling...

The other party might resort to desperate measures, and if the "mastermind" hasn't been found by then...

First, eliminate "our own people".

The other party is going to laugh their heads off.

squeak-

The door was gently pushed open, the rusty hinges making a grating sound.

A little girl with braids was furtively peeking her head through the crack in the door into Wu Shu's room.

Wu Shu turned his head and saw that it was none other than that snobbish little sister!

Wu Qing's eyes, like a scanner, scrutinized Wu Shu from head to toe.

They even peered into each other's shoes, as if snacks could be hidden there.

After "scanning" around, it found its large pot staring at it with a dark expression.

Wu Qing chuckled, immediately putting on a sweet smile.

She called out in a crisp voice, "Big Pot!"

Wu Shu was annoyed by her fawning manner.

He threw a bag of Maltesers at her, turned his face away, and refused to look at her.

Seeing a bag of red stuff flying towards her, Wu Qing caught the Maltesers that were about to hit her head with her mouth!

Her eyes gleamed with a ghostly green light as she tore open the packaging with her mouth.

Without even looking at what was inside, he just poured it straight into his mouth...

She chewed quickly,

He mumbled indistinctly, "Big pot...Is it good or bad...I'll leave some for you..."

Crunch, crunch.

"Leave some..."

After saying that, he shook the empty packaging bag in his hand.

...

Qingshan Clubhouse.

"Young Master, the matter of Huang Mao has been properly handled. The Master would like you to come home for dinner tomorrow night. You haven't been home for half a month."

Upon hearing this, the young man adjusted his glasses slightly, patted the twin beauties beside him, and gestured for them to go out first.

After staring intently at the two men's waists for a few moments, he excitedly picked up the tray from the waiter's plate.

He put his boxing gloves back on and walked to the "punching bag" in the center of the ring.

After testing the punching distance, he began to strike continuously.

"I haven't been sleeping well lately, do you know why?"

After the young man struck the "sandbag" several times with great force,

He started asking the other person questions in return.

Wearing a suit and with his hair slicked back, Fan Da felt a tremor in his heart upon hearing this, and without making a sound, he unbuttoned his suit jacket.

He casually loosened his tie and raised his arms.

He said in a muffled voice, "Please don't hit me in the face. The master will reprimand you if he sees it."

A sinister glint flashed in the young man's eyes, and he immediately turned around and began to beat Fan Da violently.

He wasn't wearing any protective gear, and his body swayed violently after just two punches.

But he didn't dare to dodge, or rather, he didn't even try to dodge; he just stood there with his arms outstretched, taking the beating.

"Aren't we all known cases of 'trying to kill a snake but getting bitten instead'?" The young man delivered a right hook, aiming straight for Fan Da's temple.

Fan Da's face turned bitter, and he raised his arm even higher to firmly protect his head.

"I told you, I can't sleep until he's dead." The young man was now fully awake, unleashing various punches and kicks.

They started kicking with force, alternating between low kicks and high whip kicks towards their opponent.

Fan Da was forced back step by step by the blows, and there were slight cracking sounds in his arms and thighs.

He knew it was the sound of bones cracking, but he still dared not cry out in pain, and could only clench his teeth tightly.

"Since a grudge has arisen, it must be nipped in the bud. Even if it's just an ant, it must be dealt with with utmost care!"

"You're sending a petty thug?"

"Do you think I'm just ignoring you?"

"Or are you saying you've been wanting to go and rely on that bitch Wan Qing all along?!"

Wan Licheng delivered a powerful hook punch, knocking down the already swaying Fan Da.

The car was lifted off the ground and into the air, landing on its back.

Fan Da grunted, his eyes showing no resentment whatsoever, only boundless fear.

"Young Master, you...you can call me...foolish, but...you cannot question my loyalty!"

Wan Licheng looked down at Fan Da, stretched out his hand to the side, and the stunned waiter immediately stepped forward.

He carefully helped him untie his boxing gloves.

Wan Licheng took off his glasses and glanced at the lenses with disgust at the bloodstains on them.

He threw it directly on the ground and gently crushed it with his foot.

"If he's not dead by tomorrow, then... you'll die." Wan Licheng said casually, then snapped his fingers.

Immediately, three people wearing tarpaulins, rubber gloves, and goggles appeared around.

"Throw it away, get a younger one next time."

After Wan Licheng finished speaking, he lifted his crotch, put on a new pair of glasses inlaid with colored gemstones, and walked out unhurriedly.

The three nodded indifferently and began to methodically clean up the scene. One of them untied the sack...

One person dragged the barely alive woman inside into a black body bag.

Another person was spraying chemicals and wiping the floor.

Only Fan Da lay on the floor, unable to straighten up, and when he turned his head, he could still see the woman's empty and desperate eyes inside the body bag.

A pang of pity rose in his heart, and he forcefully turned his head away, refusing to look at the other person.

After the three finished, they remained silent. Two carried the body bag, while the third cleaned up the final footprints.

And before leaving, they lightly sprayed some air freshener.

...

Fan Da stayed in the private room for a long time before heading to the parking lot.

The assistant, who was waiting in the car, saw that he was limping and immediately went to help him.

"Mr. Fan, you..."

"I'm fine, let's talk in the car."

After the assistant helped Fan Da back to the car,

Fan Da let out a long sigh of relief and slowly said, "Have the uniforms and personnel been found?"

"Found him, Mr. Fan!"

"This time, several of them are ruthless desperados, all from their hometown..."

President Fan waved his hand, interrupting, "No need for this talk, let them take action tomorrow."

"Tomorrow...they haven't been trained yet..." the assistant began, then noticed Fan Da's extremely grim expression.

It stopped immediately.

After hesitating for a while, he cautiously asked, "President Fan, why does the young master insist on Wu Shu's death?"

"After investigating for so long, it turns out the other party is just a nobody at the bottom of society."

Fan Da paused for a moment, then said with a complicated expression, "Young Master had a dog when he was a child."

He really liked that dog.

They even let the dog eat at the same table as the servants.

Until one day he saw the dog wagging its tail at the maid...

"And then?" the assistant pressed.

Fan Da looked out the window, a look of reluctance resurfacing in his eyes.

"He killed all of the dog's puppies right in front of it."

The assistant's expression froze for a moment upon hearing this, but only for a second. The young master's actions were quite cruel.

But it doesn't seem to have anything to do with his problem, does it?

The assistant asked, puzzled, "Then what does this have to do with insisting on killing Wu Shu?"

He saved the "dog".

After Fan Da finished speaking, he felt the temperature inside the car drop several degrees.

He rolled down the car window, only to be met with the sweltering heat outside.

It's as if this can dispel the cold from the body...