The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

"This is what gangsters are like. If it wasn't Ah-Qiang who died today, it would have been someone else."

"I know."

Wuxing Street, at the entrance of an old tin-roofed house.

Big Boss Xing and Lu Yuan sat side by side here, talking in hushed tones.

They just came out of Ah Qiang's house; they need to explain what needs to be explained and give him the money he needs.

Ah-Qiang's mother sat under an old-fashioned light bulb, listening to the news. She covered her face and wept, saying, "I told him not to go out and hang out on the streets, but he wouldn't listen."

Lu Yuan watched this scene without saying a word.

He suddenly remembered a movie he watched in his childhood.

He's not a gangster, he's the king of comedy.

The one starring Stephen Chow.

Grandma told the hoodlums not to hang out on the streets, but Stephen Chow lied to her, saying that the hoodlums weren't actually hoodlums, but were preparing to perform in the play "Thunderstorm".

Grandma laughed heartily and said her grandson was really amazing; those who make a name for themselves call themselves heroes.

Stephen Chow said your grandma raised you, so your grandma is the real hero.

For some reason, Lu Yuan thought of this seemingly unrelated scene.

He really wanted to go over and say that A-Qiang was a hero, but in the end he didn't say it.

"Do you think Ah Qiang is a hero?"

"We're gangsters, not heroes, so what makes you think we're heroes?"

"Yes, it's wrong to be involved in organized crime." Lu Yuan nodded.

Getting involved in organized crime is wrong.

If it weren't for this game, Lu Yuan might never have gotten involved with the underworld in his entire life.

This is not right from a societal perspective.

For an individual, Ah-Qiang's fate is the best example.

So Lu Yuan tilted his head and looked at the few underlings following behind him.

"What happened to A-Qiang today may happen to everyone tomorrow. If anyone wants to quit, you can tell me."

The young henchmen were stunned. They exchanged glances and decisively shook their heads.

"If talking to me is too much of a burden, then you don't have to. You don't need to come tomorrow."

The group of underlings still shook their heads.

Lu Yuan glanced at it, then turned to look at the big shot, Xing:

"Then why don't they want to leave?"

"Young man, who doesn't want to take a chance?"

"Joining the underworld is too risky. Why not try something else?"

There are many paths in the world, but there's only one way to walk them. If you want to win, you have to walk faster than others.

The big boss took a deep drag on his cigarette, his weathered face full of wrinkles.

He said, "I lived in this area thirty years ago, in a notorious slum. It took me thirty years to get to where I am today."

"You won."

"Have you ever ridden a Road Rash motorcycle? It's all about tearing things apart as it goes. You start at a disadvantage, so how can you go faster than others if you don't tear things apart?"

"I think you're a hero."

Lu Yuan appeared to be offering a genuine compliment.

The big shot listened to his explanation to his satisfaction, but didn't respond, though he nodded in acquiescence.

"No one says only the winner is a hero, so Ah-Qiang is a hero too, at least for the gang. I'm going to hold a funeral for him and have his name engraved on a roster."

"Damn it, you've been chatting for ages and you've been waiting for me here."

Big Boss Xing rolled his eyes at Lu Yuan, took a deep breath, and thought for a moment.

He said, "It's not impossible, but shouldn't we declare war and seek revenge first?"

"No, hold the funeral first."

"Are you genuinely deeply in love with Ah-Qiang, or do you have ulterior motives?"

Mind your own business.

Lu Yuan smiled and took one last look at A-Qiang as he went inside.

Because Ah-Qiang will be cremated soon.

He was unwilling to view Ah Qiang from the perspective of a younger brother.

Because every young person here, including him, is like Ah Qiang.

Everyone in their twenties tries to find their place in the neon-lit city.

They give everything for their future and love, only to be shattered to pieces.

Perhaps in the eyes of a successful person like Da Laoxing, A Qiang is a loser who failed to win the race.

In the eyes of his parents and elders, A-Qiang was a misguided fellow who didn't listen to the elders.

But in Lu Yuan's eyes, he will always be willing to admit "I have a brother named A-Qiang".

"Zai" is a nickname for Xiaozai; now he's called Aqiang.

So he returned to the teahouse and worked through the night to carve out the roster.

They also planned a grand funeral for Ah Qiang, the highest honors of the Five Lakes Gang.

"Ah Qiang, I'll avenge you right before your eyes."

...

"Boss, Songtang has made a high-profile announcement that he will hold a funeral for his deceased underling."

Huang Feiyang sat at the mahjong table, looking at the tiles, listening to his underlings' description, and sneered:

"It's just a tactic to win people over; there's no need to pay it any mind."

"Huang Shiyao carved a roster for A-Qiang and announced that the funeral would be held with the highest honors of the Five Lakes Gang."

"What?"

Huang Feiyang stopped looking at the cards, his expression turning gloomy: "That little bastard is disgusting me."

Things like catalogs and funeral rites.

Although on the surface it is nothing more than a form.

But this is something only the orthodox can do.

This move clearly demonstrates that Songtang is the true successor of the Five Lakes Gang.

"Boss, how about we hold back this time? I'm worried this is Huang something's revenge."

"Even a fool could see that he wanted to get revenge on me."

Huang Feiyang knew, of course, that this was clearly Huang's deliberate revenge.

But can we really remain inactive?

He can tolerate this kind of thing.

But the leader of the Five Lakes Gang could not tolerate it.

Because you tolerated it.

It's tantamount to tacitly agreeing that the legitimate rights have fallen into the hands of someone else.

"This is an open conspiracy."

Huang Feiyang gripped the 100-coin toy in his hand, wanting to throw it, but then pulled his hand back halfway.

He turned and asked, "Where did Huang Zhiyu go?"

"Shouldn't the young lady be home?"

"Is the gang leader's token still in her possession?"

The token of the gang leader is definitely important.

If you lose it and happen to find it, then you can really go check out cars on Autohome (a Chinese automotive website), and you'll have to redeem it no matter how much it costs.

But is it really that useful to hold it in your hand?

It's not necessarily very useful.

The saying "holding it in your hand is like seeing the gang leader" is pure nonsense for fooling idiots.

Who the hell would actually risk their life for you just because you have a cane?

Only when it was in Lu Yuan's hands could he come up with such a dirty trick as "inviting the old gang leader to possess him".

But coincidentally, this very thing happens to be somewhat useful in proving legitimacy.

Huang Feiyang always kept the keepsake in Huang Zhiyi's hands.

Because he doesn't usually need this kind of thing.

It would be better to leave it with your daughter, and add a note: "Dad acknowledges you as the next heir, and even placed this token in your hands."

A true master of PUA (Pick-Up Artist) techniques.

"The young lady isn't answering her phone."

"I'll fight."

P.S.: There will be an extra chapter during the day, thanks to the boss.

I can't stay awake any longer, I'm going to sleep now.