Clouds drifted across the night sky, enveloping the West River Bank Park in darkness. Gao Zhitong drove his Maybach, worth over two million, to the park entrance. He sat in the car, looking out at the darkness, an inevitable surge of excitement rising within him. He couldn’t help but recall an old saying: In this world, there will always be extraordinary people, and they will bring about extraordinary events. Looking back at the first half of his life, he felt he had embodied that saying to the fullest. When facing his rivals, if he could beat them, he would fight openly and honorably. If he couldn’t, he would become an extraordinary man and resort to extraordinary deeds! Just like what he was about to do to Su Xuan tonight. If he didn’t give Su Xuan a taste of suffering, Su Xuan would never learn that old saying: the older the ginger, the spicier the bite. He was eager to see with his own eyes how terrified Su Xuan would be of the men he hired. Would Su Xuan break down in tears and beg for mercy on his knees? The source of thɪs content is 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝙣𝙚𝙩 A shadowy figure approached and reached out to knock on his car window. He hastily rolled down the window. "Are you the one who wants to deal with Su Xuan?" the shadowy figure asked. "Yes!" Gao Zhitong confirmed. "I’m Cen Haonan’s man, Blackie." Gao Zhitong extended a hand out the window. "A pleasure to meet you!" "Did you bring the money?" Blackie asked. "I want to see your Boss Cen." "Money first. You can see him after." Gao Zhitong frowned, lifted the heavy bag beside him onto his lap, and carefully opened it to reveal stacks of thick banknotes. "There, you’ve seen the money." Gao Zhitong put the bag away and looked up at Blackie. "Now, go get your Boss Cen—" Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Blackie’s hand shoot into the car, smashing a sharp-edged brick squarely into his face. Thick, sticky blood, reeking of copper, began to stream from his nose and mouth. "Why are you hitting me?!" Gao Zhitong clutched his mouth, grimacing in pain. Just as the words left his lips, a front tooth clattered out of his mouth. Seeing that Gao Zhitong hadn’t passed out, Blackie muttered, "It’s been a while since I’ve hit someone with a brick. Guess I’m a little rusty." Then, Blackie swung the brick again. This time, Gao Zhitong’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he fainted. Another front tooth fell from his broken mouth. Blackie dusted the brick dust from his hands and whistled toward the park. A man with a cigarette dangling from his lips walked out at an unhurried pace. It was Cen Haonan. "Boss Cen, he’s taken care of," Blackie said, pointing at Gao Zhitong slumped in the car. "Get in first," Cen Haonan said, opening the rear door of the Maybach and sliding in. Once seated, he patted the leather seat and chuckled. "A Maybach is a fine car. It’s a shame to have it driven by someone like him. Pearls cast before swine." Blackie shoved Gao Zhitong into the passenger seat and took the driver’s seat himself, grinning. "Good thing it’s not our bro Su’s Charman King!" Cen Haonan laughed. "If he drove a Charman King, he wouldn’t be hiring us to take care of our little bro Su, and you wouldn’t have just smashed his face in with a brick." "Exactly! Anyone who can afford a Charman King wouldn’t need our help," Blackie agreed. "Besides, this old geezer’s luck is just terrible. We had dinner at Brother Su’s house this afternoon, and tonight he tries to hire us to go after him. He deserved that brick!" "Quiet for a second. I’m going to call our bro Su." Cen Haonan took out his phone and dialed Su Xuan. "Brother Cen, what’s up?" At that moment, Su Xuan had just seen off the people from Lycar and was about to head home. "Someone tried to hire men to take care of you. By a strange twist of fate, they found me. So I went along with it and dealt with him myself. I have him with me now. Should I bring him over?" Cen Haonan explained the situation succinctly. Indeed, he hadn’t told Su Xuan about it beforehand. He only made the call after he had taken care of Gao Zhitong. This was his style: a man of few words and decisive action. Direct and efficient. "Hmm..." Su Xuan considered it for a moment. "Brother Cen, please bring him to my house. I’d like to have a chat with him." Even though Cen Haonan hadn’t said the name, Su Xuan was almost certain it was Gao Zhitong. He couldn’t help but feel an urge to laugh. How long has it been since Gao Zhitong last burned incense? To be this unlucky! "Is that wise?" Cen Haonan asked. "It’s fine," Su Xuan replied. "Ouch, ouch! It’s killing me! Where are you taking me?" Gao Zhitong had no idea how long he had been unconscious, but when he awoke, he realized he was no longer at the West River Bank Park. Judging by the scenery outside, they seemed to be on the Second Ring Road. The passing streetlights made his already spinning head even dizzier. "You’ll find out soon enough," Blackie said from the driver’s seat, glancing at Gao Zhitong’s blood-streaked face. "Are you Cen Haonan?" Gao Zhitong asked, craning his neck to look at the man in the backseat. "Yes, I am," Cen Haonan confirmed. "Why are you doing this to me?" Gao Zhitong demanded. "You know Su, too?" "Why do you use the word ’too’?" Cen Haonan chuckled. "I..." Gao Zhitong was at a loss for words. After a moment of silence, he spoke again. "Aren’t you afraid my brother Liu Huaqiang will come after you?" "Not at all," Cen Haonan replied. "Just because he’s retired from the life?" "I once took over a piece of his territory. He didn’t dare say a single word to me." Gao Zhitong shot a fearful glance at Cen Haonan and sucked in a sharp breath. This guy is ruthless! I’d better behave and keep quiet. If I piss him off, it won’t be any fun if he decides to kill me! After a while, they arrived at Number 88, Houhai Street. The grand and dignified gates of the Scholar’s Mansion came into Gao Zhitong’s view. "Holy cow! You live here?! How many people did you have to rough up to afford a place ?" Gao Zhitong had obviously misunderstood, assuming the mansion belonged to Cen Haonan. Cen Haonan didn’t bother to correct him and simply knocked on the door. A moment later, Butler Liu opened it. Seeing Cen Haonan, he greeted him politely. "Good evening, Mr. Cen." Then he ushered them inside. This only served to strengthen Gao Zhitong’s mistaken belief that the mansion was Cen Haonan’s. "Wow, you even have a giant panda? Did you steal it from Sichuan?" Gao Zhitong then caught sight of the giant panda and couldn’t help but be stunned all over again. Soon after, he was led into the main hall, where he saw a young man seated in a chair made of phoebe nanmu wood. The young man was exceptionally handsome and refined, easily outshining any celebrity. He emanated an aura of nobility and superiority that was simply unparalleled—something an ordinary person could never attain, no matter how much they trained or studied. Who is he? Could he be the real owner of this mansion? Suddenly, the young man smiled and spoke to him. "Old Gao, tell me... fighting with me is one thing, but why bring the fight all the way to my home?" Gao Zhitong’s eyes flew wide open, his jaw dropping to expose the gaping hole where his two front teeth used to be. Su Xuan! That young man is the boss of Lycar, Su Xuan! Su Xuan continued, "You see, you already know where I live. And since we’re such mortal enemies... why don’t I just get rid of you right now?"