The Hunan Gang and Henan Gang had recently become a laughingstock among other gangs.
Originally, the deaths of Liu Yilong and Tiexiong should have led to a gang war. Instead, the mess made them look utterly useless.
Then, it turned out the culprit was a kid named Cao Yang. Both gangs hunted him relentlessly, even requesting top connections to seal the city.
Everyone assumed this matter was settled. Cao Yang had maybe a ten percent chance of escaping Dongguan City, and a ninety percent chance of being caught and torn apart.
But after several days of chasing, despite being spotted ten or twenty times, no one could catch him. Worse, he left dozens of injured men in both gangs.
And now, in the past two days, he had begun his counterattack.
First, he killed Liu Yu from the Henan Gang, then started smashing their businesses.
Glass doors of brothels shattered, KTV speakers destroyed.
Casinos were robbed, firecrackers thrown into bar dance floors.
He was in full "mad dog mode"—any lone gang member unlucky enough to cross him was beaten senseless.
By the time the main force arrived, Cao Yang was gone, like a phantom. A wild dog hiding in shadows, biting when least expected, then vanishing.
Other gangs watched and laughed. Thousands combined between the two gangs, yet not one could handle a single young upstart.
She Zhishan and Liu Zhenhu raged, smashing cups in fury.
They were angry, but also uneasy. Cao Yang exceeded all expectations.
Sure, they'd met strong opponents before—but someone this skilled and crazy? First time ever.
Especially Liu Zhenhu. The last time Cao Yang had threatened his life, he had brushed it off as idle talk.
But looking at the current situation… if Cao Yang found him alone, taking his life might be easier than expected.
When Liu Zhenhu's men reported that Cao Yang had just set off fireworks at another nightclub, his hands shook as he held his cigarette.
Not because of the fireworks, but because next time… what if it was explosives? Gasoline?
He swore then and there: Cao Yang had to die, no excuses.
"Boss, someone wants to see you, it's about Cao Yang," a subordinate reported.
"Bring them in."
By the poolside, Liu Zhenhu met the visitor. After a brief discussion, the person left, taking 200,000 cash with them.
Liu Zhenhu lit a cigar—the only good news he'd heard in days.
He dialed She Zhishan. "I have a way to lure that mad dog Cao Yang to a designated spot. We strike together."
She Zhishan agreed without hesitation. If Cao Yang lived, not only would their faces be ruined, but there was the danger of him striking back.
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At the crematorium's farewell hall, Liu Zhenhu held a memorial for his brother Liu Yilong and Liu Yu. The Henan Gang showed up in full force, a sea of black uniforms and heads.
After the ceremony, the bodies were cremated. Liu Zhenhu carried the ashes out, his mood heavy.
The subordinates sensed their leader's sorrow. Someone started shouting:
"KILL CAO YANG! KILL CAO YANG!"
The chant caught on. Hundreds of men raised their fists, screaming in unison. Passersby and staff stepped back in alarm.
Liu Zhenhu raised his hand, silencing the crowd. They all looked to him.
"Shouting won't help. You need action. Find him, capture him, and offer his head to restore our honor!"
Most of the men dispersed to continue the hunt. A dozen stayed behind—they were Liu Yu's former subordinates, awaiting new orders.
Liu Zhenhu's eyes fell on them. "Follow A-Wei. He'll manage White Night now. Work well with him."
They nodded.
"I also need someone to care for my dogs at home. Who wants to volunteer?"
Ten or more raised their hands. Feeding Liu Zhenhu's dogs was no shame—it meant being close to the boss, gaining favor, and eventually securing better positions.
"You," Liu Zhenhu pointed at Bozai. "You're well-fed and pampered. If you can take care of yourself, you can handle the dogs."
Bozai nodded repeatedly, rising amid the envious eyes of the others.
At Liu Zhenhu's mansion, Bozai saw two ferocious wolves in iron cages.
Previously, Liu Yilong had personally raised them, rumored to have fed them human flesh. Stories circulated among the gang—offend the boss, and you become dog food. Truth or rumor, who knew?
The wolves barked furiously at the newcomer. Bozai backed away, terrified.
The housekeeper briefed him on responsibilities and handed him the keys, instructing him to walk the dogs periodically.
Once the housekeeper left, Bozai glanced around and, seeing no one, called Cao Yang.
"I'm in," he whispered. "I've successfully infiltrated Liu Zhenhu's mansion." He sent the address.
Cao Yang stared at the phone. Bozai's efficiency surprised him—he'd just been asked to get an address, yet had managed to sneak into the boss's house.
Could Bozai have betrayed him to Liu Zhenhu, deliberately giving false information?
The possibility was slim—but caution was necessary.
That night, Cao Yang changed clothes, donned a cap, and quietly headed toward Bozai's location.
It was a villa district. Liu Zhenhu lived at No. 76. Cao Yang wandered like a passerby, deliberately avoiding the house.
At 2 a.m., he began inching closer, scanning for ambushes.
Half an hour passed—nothing unusual.
He called Bozai. "Is Liu Zhenhu home?"
Bozai didn't know. He'd been by the dog kennels all day, forbidden from wandering.
Cao Yang sighed. Worthless.
Without confirmation of Liu Zhenhu's presence, he didn't dare enter. Better to retreat than alert the target.
The next day, Cao Yang returned. This time, Bozai confidently assured him: Liu Zhenhu was home, just checking the dogs, probably by the pool.
In the villa's surveillance room, Liu Zhenhu watched Bozai's every move.
"All set?"
"All ready. Let's see if the kid dares to come in!"
"Tonight, we kill him."
"What about this kid?" a subordinate pointed at Bozai on the monitors.
Liu Zhenhu smiled. "He's just feeding the dogs, like we said."