A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Besides the Yihe Gang and the Ho family, does the Huilong Society have any other enemies?

This is a question that not only the bigwigs cannot answer, but even Hung Sing, who was taken away by the police, would probably feel bewildered.

Those who engage in shady dealings and make a living through organized crime may not have much, but they'll offend a lot of people.

You never know when you might be walking down the street and one of those kids you used to bully might suddenly jump out and stab you to death.

The path of the underworld is fraught with peril. This is a lesson all gangsters understand.

Since the reason was unclear, everyone had no choice but to treat it as Da Niu being retaliated against by his enemies.

Call the police, claim the body, and hold a funeral.

However, Lao Yi still felt uneasy. In his view, this matter was far more complex than a simple act of revenge from an enemy.

The old man received the autopsy report very quickly.

Apart from the bruises on his hands and feet from being bound by ropes, Da Niu had no other injuries.

The cause of death was suffocation. In other words, Da Niu was buried alive under the flowerbed.

Da Niu's house was also ransacked, and all the valuables were taken away.

Subduing such a large and powerful ox without making a sound, and digging such a deep pit to bury it, would require at least five or six people. Yet, there wasn't a single sound from the neighbors.

This is something that's terrifying just to think about.

Although none of the bigwigs in the eight companies said it, they weren't much better off than the eldest brother. Everyone was afraid that such a thing would suddenly happen to them one day.

However, the next morning, while Lao Yi was frantically working on defense, he received more bad news.

Zhong Haopeng, one of the leaders of the Eight Society, who was standing alive in front of him just yesterday, was silently murdered in his home. Right there on the big bed he was sleeping in.

What's even more baffling is that the woman lying next to him was not only unharmed, but also completely unaware of Zhong Haopeng's death.

It wasn't until she woke up in the morning and touched Zhong Haopeng's already cold body that she realized the man next to her had been drained of blood like a chicken being slaughtered, and had no body temperature at all.

When Lao Yi heard the news of Zhong Haopeng's death, he thought he was dreaming.

Wasn't he talking to me perfectly fine yesterday?

He also promised himself that he would make sure Da Niu's funeral was grand and impressive.

Unexpectedly, he now has to have someone else arrange his funeral.

After the initial shock, the old man finally calmed down.

After experiencing so many things, including lower body injuries, his father's arrest, and Uncle Gui's departure, he had become numb.

When Lao Yi had the woman brought to him, he also ordered an investigation into her background to see if she was a suspect.

However, the final result left Lao Yi both amused and exasperated.

This woman was a hostess at a nightclub under the Huilong Society. After preparing for Da Niu's funeral this morning, Zhong Haopeng went to the nightclub for drinks and then took this woman home.

The two had a great time and only fell asleep when they were exhausted.

To everyone's surprise, when the young lady woke up, Chung Ho-pang had already passed away.

As for what happened after she fell asleep?

Or did you hear anything?

She knew nothing about it when asked.

The first man originally wanted to have the woman severely tortured.

She was pale and agitated, huddled up in a ball, hugging her shoulders, screaming at the slightest sound. I knew asking her was pointless; she was terrified.

With no other option, the old man had to hold the funerals for Da Niu and Zhong Haopeng together.

However, the matter did not end there.

Halfway through the funeral, Lao Yi discovered that only six of his eight top leaders had arrived.

Besides Chung Ho-pang, Li Tung-chong was also absent.

Moreover, we cannot contact him by any means.

Nobody knows where he went.

The first man was still fast asleep, exhausted, when a phone call came in the early hours of the next morning. Li Tongzhuang had been found; he was right at the entrance of the Longjin Building.

The security guard thought he was still half asleep, which was why he was having nightmares.

I rubbed my eyes; I wasn't dreaming. The cage was indeed right there at the gate, and there was definitely someone inside.

The security guard panicked immediately and didn't dare to go forward, so he quickly pressed the alarm.

Soon after, all the security personnel arrived.

Everyone crowded around to take a look.

Inside the cage was a man covered in blood, who had been stabbed countless times.

He was on the verge of death; he was clearly not dead yet, but it was also clear that he was not going to survive.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the man's face. Wasn't this Li Tongzhuang, the branch leader the entire Huilong Society had been searching for?

After receiving the call, Lao Yi rushed over in a panic. When he arrived at Longjin Building, Li Tongzhuang was barely clinging to life: "...They said I didn't steal their goods, and those vehicles weren't mine..."

Li Tongzhuang breathed his last before he could finish his sentence.

The old man was completely baffled by what he heard. What kind of goods? What kind of vehicle? What was going on?

After handling Li Tongzhuang's funeral arrangements, Lao Yi immediately ordered Yang Di to investigate Li Tongzhuang's car repair shop.

However, before Yang Di's investigation had yielded any results, news that Li Tongzhuang had been slashed and seriously injured and dumped at the entrance of the Longjin Building had already spread like wildfire.

The successive killings of the leaders of the Huilong Society have caused widespread panic within the organization. Everyone fears that they will be the next victim.

The morale of the troops was in chaos, and everyone felt insecure. From the bottom to the top, everyone in the Huilong Society was on edge, as if facing a formidable enemy, as fearful as stray dogs, seeing enemies everywhere.

Looking at the chaotic state of the Huilong Society, Lao Yi was extremely anxious. At this moment, he wished his strategist, Uncle Gui, were still by his side.

By evening, Yang Di had finally returned. There were no major problems with Li Tongzhuang's auto repair shop.

If there are no major problems, then there must be some minor issues. The eldest brother quickly pressed for details.

Yang Di nodded, and then told Li Tongzhuang about the six extra trailer trucks that had inexplicably appeared in his repair shop.

According to several business managers at the auto repair shop, Li Tongzhuang personally took on the order for these six tractor trucks, and no one really knew what had happened.

The receipt only stated "inspection and maintenance" and indicated the pick-up time for the next day.

But almost a month has passed, and no one has come to pick up the car.

According to Li Tongzhuang's cashier/accountant mistress, Li Tongzhuang is planning to transport the car to another city to sell it in the next few days.

Upon hearing Yang Di's investigation results, Lao Yi keenly realized that the problem might lie with these tractor-trailer trucks. He immediately ordered someone to investigate the origins of these vehicles and the names of their owners.

Although there are many trailer-type heavy trucks in Shenzhen, as long as they have license plates, numbers, and engine numbers, it is easy to find out who the owner is.

Soon, the origin of these vehicles became clear. They all belonged to a seafood trading company called "Qiang Ji" located inside the pass.

Having found the company's registered phone number, Lao Yi called it and spoke to their manager.

A woman answered the phone, claiming that their company president was out and asked them to leave their name, address, and a message.

A small leak will sink a great ship.

In order to avenge his subordinates, the eldest brother patiently kept them all as requested.