Black Clouds Press Upon the City, the Top Master of Dahai City

"Holy crap, what's going on? Why is there such a huge traffic jam at noon?"

"What's happening up ahead? Anyone know what's going on, say something!"

"I'm so done. I'm about to be late for work, and I'm still stuck on the road. What the hell!"

On the street, a crowd of drivers was cursing up a storm, insulting eighteen generations of each other's ancestors. Sure, Dahai City had a lot of cars, but it shouldn't be this congested right in the middle of the day, right?

Even the morning and evening rush hours weren't this terrifying. It had been ten minutes, and they hadn't moved a single meter. Even if there was a traffic accident up ahead, it shouldn't take more than ten minutes to clear the road, right?

Unless someone got sent to another world by a truck to become a hero, and now they were a bit "sticky"—oh wait, stuck to the pavement, and the people up front were still cleaning up the remains...

Aside from that scenario, it was really hard to imagine why such a wide road would be jammed like this. It must be some supernatural force at work.

"Honk! Honk!"

An inexplicably heavy honking sound came through. The cars ahead moved out of the way one by one. Many clueless drivers in the back poked their heads out, their eyes full of confusion as they checked the situation up front.

Let me see what's going on!

"Holy shit, what is that?"

"Are they shooting a movie?"

"Hiss... which big shot is this?"

Up ahead, a police motorcycle flashing red and blue lights led the way. It was followed by a large group of men in black suits, jogging along, seemingly clearing the path.

As the procession approached, the vehicles automatically made way and pulled over. The road-raging, hot-tempered drivers who were just cursing a moment ago suddenly became "kind-hearted," feeling that a little traffic jam wasn't a big deal after all.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

A man in a black suit walked up to a car and knocked on the window. As the window rolled down, the man pulled out a gold consumer card with a limit of three thousand, handed it over, and walked away without saying a word.

The driver was left sitting there in a daze. He checked the applicable range of the consumer card... Holy crap, not bad! It could be used at all the top-tier malls in Dahai City, and holding this card even gave a twenty percent discount.

So... was this just picking up a few thousand bucks for free on the road today?

What a stroke of luck!

No wonder the drivers stuck in traffic up front were keeping their mouths shut and not honking in dissatisfaction. When food was literally being spoon-fed to you, what was there to be unhappy about?

Besides, looking at the massive, neatly dressed crowd and the fleet of cars up ahead, along with the dedicated path-clearers, would you even dare to be dissatisfied?

Be careful not to refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!

Scenes like this were playing out all along the street. What era was this? Barbaric methods definitely wouldn't work anymore. Since they were civilized people, they had to use civilized methods.

Of course, if anyone was unwilling, there were also uncivilized methods available. There was always an option that fit.

Their young master had given them ten minutes. They had to get there in ten minutes, not a minute later. The fastest way was to have the authorities clear the way. They didn't need too many people.

Just one was enough. They needed someone from the authorities at the front, acting as a "tiger skin" to borrow prestige.

Like in the Dragon Kingdom, in certain regions, if you say you earn a million a year, your father-in-law will shake his head and say money is useless, that having a few bucks makes you arrogant and unstable. But if you say you're a civil servant, your father-in-law will beam with joy and say you have a bright future.

So, sometimes, you have to learn to be flexible...

Rumble...

The lead motorcycle and the team handing out "compensation fees" departed. Behind them, a long convoy of cars drove majestically down the middle of the road. It was a massive, overwhelmingly neat procession, looking exactly like a scene out of a movie.

In fact, it was even more impressive. After all, many movies couldn't muster this many cars and people. This was the real deal.

The convoy sped rapidly toward the other side of Dahai City!

By the roadside, at a hospital.

Wang Defa, whose hand was a bit sore from copying homework, was leaning against the window smoking. Suddenly, he heard the honking sounds coming from below, followed immediately by a massive crowd of men in black suits and a convoy...

"Holy crap!"

Wang Defa gasped, his mung-bean-sized eyes widening. His eyes sparkled, and envy was written all over his face. This was too freaking awesome!

He hurriedly took out his phone to snap pictures. A scene like this was rare. Which big shot was this?

Inside the hospital room, Wang Fugui was still on the phone with his wife, explaining what had just happened here. He told her things like Tang Yuyao being deceived by a scumbag, which meant their family's Wang Teng had a chance again.

The woman on the other end of the line sounded incredibly excited.

"Good, good, good! Old Wang, don't spread the word about this yet. I'll call our son right now. The old lady's birthday is coming up in a few days; I'll see if I can thick-skinned ask for a spot. If not, I'll have my dad bring it up. We must get this opportunity for our son!"

"This matter isn't that simple. Don't get too excited. I only said it's a possibility, don't get your hopes too high..." Wang Fugui frowned, feeling that his wife was getting a bit dizzy with excitement.

"You know how much our son likes Yuyao. What do you mean I'm getting excited? Aren't you excited?" The woman on the phone argued reasonably, though she couldn't hide the thrill in her voice.

It had been so hard, and finally, an opportunity had arrived.

The more she was betrayed by a scumbag and the deeper she was hurt, the greater their chances would be. After all, she would be at her most vulnerable and need someone to rely on. Their eldest son would be the perfect candidate!

A godsend!

Just thinking about it made her excited!

"This isn't as simple as you think. Listen to me first..."

"Listen to what? I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm going to call our son, and I need to prepare a gift for the next few days." The woman's tone was ecstatic.

Without giving Wang Fugui a chance to speak, the woman hung up the phone. It seemed she was off to call their eldest son to discuss their strategy.

Wang Fugui frowned. "Sigh... It's hard to say..."

Wang Fugui's tone was somewhat melancholy. Ye Cheng's specs were a bit too overpowered. He wasn't sure about the rest, but just based on looks alone, the guy was incredibly formidable. It was just that his brain wasn't quite normal, much like their own rebellious son.

The most important thing was the way Tang Yuyao looked at him—she clearly liked him a lot. The way they interacted was like a couple who were already deeply familiar with each other. Could it be that they had already done everything they shouldn't have?

As if thinking of something, Wang Fugui grew even more worried. He sighed and patted his pockets, a giant question mark practically appearing over his head.

"Where are my cigarettes?"

"Holy crap, what a flex! This is awesome!" Wang Defa stuck out his large rear end, holding his phone and frantically snapping photos of the scene below, looking as if he wanted to squeeze right through the window.

The cigarette dangling from his mouth was none other than the Hehua brand cigarette that had been confiscated from Wang Fugui's pocket earlier. It had been swiped by Wang Defa without anyone noticing... A natural-born magician!

Sleight of hand!

Wang Fugui: "..."

"Click."

Silently, Wang Fugui unbuckled his belt, preparing to deliver a ten-hit combo to let a certain rebellious son feel what it means when they say a father's love is as heavy as a mountain!

What the f... hmm?

The Septwolves belt in Wang Fugui's hand stopped in mid-air. Looking at the flowing convoy of cars below and the large crowd of men in black, he was momentarily stunned before his face turned pale.

Holy crap! Wang Fugui shuddered in fright, his face paling two shades. He hurriedly took out his phone to check, and sure enough... his subordinates had already sent him a message earlier.

Just a few minutes ago, the registered contact from the Shen family had reached out to them, saying there was a little friction that needed to be resolved and asked to borrow some men.

However, Wang Fugui had been on the phone discussing the matter of Tang Yuyao being scammed by a jerk and hadn't seen the message. A few minutes had passed, and the Shen family's people had already mobilized.

It was no exaggeration to say that for Wang Fugui, the Shen family was the hardest to deal with in Dahai City. The situation was complex, and their connections were deeply rooted and intertwined...

Why the Shen family? Because the Shen family was clean. The Du family wasn't; no matter how clean the Du family tried to be, they couldn't enter the official circles. They had too many historical leftover issues. The higher-ups weren't blind, so naturally, they couldn't allow another king equal to the emperor to emerge in Dahai City.

The power structure of a century ago was ultimately just a flash in the pan; it had to be suppressed!

The Du family couldn't do it, but the Shen family could. The Shen family was clean, though the line between their black and white dealings was already blurred beyond clarity...

However, judging from the issue of the eldest miss's surname, one could already see many clues. The Du family's ambitions were not small.

Logically speaking, the eldest miss should be surnamed Du, Du Qinghan, rather than Shen Qinghan. She should have taken her mother's surname. When it came to the attribution of the surname, the Du family would absolutely never compromise, yet the eldest miss was still surnamed Shen...

Was it intentional or accidental?

Good heavens, the Du family wasn't stupid...

In short, the Du family and the Shen family were already tied together, forming a super complex that couldn't be touched, was hard to touch, and was impossible to touch. Them giving you a heads-up was just politeness and giving you face; if they didn't, there was nothing you could do about it anyway.

In simple terms... if anything happened today, the ones out of luck wouldn't be the Du or Shen families; the unlucky one would be Wang Fugui.

Dad, who came to our place today? They're so badass. Can I go over and take a picture with them? The ones who came before all took buses...

Wang Defa snapped photos while muttering to his old man, conveniently slipping his magic hand into his dad's pocket and rummaging around... Hmm, these cigarettes are too trashy, never mind.

As a terrifying chain smoker, he could already judge the brand and the quality of the tobacco just by the feel of the cigarette. The cigarettes on his old man were too garbage; smoking them would scratch his throat, so he passed.

Wang Defa silently retracted his hand and casually turned his head, preparing to chat with his dad a bit more before going back to copying homework, only to find that his old man looked like he had a beauty filter turned on.

Dad, you're paler than a three-day-old corpse. Wang Defa rubbed his smooth chin.

Wang Fugui: ...

Fuck!

Beep beep beep...

This is Wang Fugui. Everyone drop what you're doing and assemble immediately!

Wang Fugui hurriedly rushed out of the hospital, driving his old-fashioned police car to gather his men...

Which bastard bumped my car!!! Wang Fugui's angry voice rang out. Next to it quietly lay a stone that decides fate.

...

Outside the hospital.

A group of people waited anxiously. Dongfang Zhixia's chest heaved as she continued to argue with the people at the door.

Fine, you're all very good. My Dongfang family will remember what happened today! Dongfang Zhixia gnashed her teeth.

The bodyguards and maids in front of her were all as stubborn as blocks of wood. They wouldn't listen to anything and refused to budge an inch. The people Dongfang Zhixia brought definitely couldn't just force their way in.

Physical confrontation wasn't the Dongfang family's strong suit after all; they had truly suffered a loss today!

Dongfang Zhixia never expected that Dahai City would actually have such blockheads who would dare to cross her Dongfang family.

Unfortunately, right now she could do nothing but throw out harsh words. Compared to Dongfang Zhixia, Shen Qinghan beside her appeared much more calm. If it were a normal day, Shen Qinghan would definitely be watching the spectacle from the sidelines like looking at an idiot, occasionally making comments about the female gorilla.

But right now... she wasn't in the mood.

Young Master, the Young Madam will definitely be fine. Don't worry, hehe... Principal Niu Fen was off to the side, constantly rubbing his hands together like a fly, comforting his reticent Young Master.

He knew his Young Master was hard to get along with, but he didn't know it was this hard. He had been performing a stand-up comedy routine here for several minutes, yet his Young Master didn't even pay him the slightest bit of attention. Sigh...

Honk honk!

Ahead, a very clear honking sound rang out. Everyone's gaze gathered over. A motorcycle led the way, closely followed by a massive, dense crowd of people and a convoy of cars...

The sound of footsteps became increasingly distinct. Thump, thump, thump...

The convoy gradually came to a halt. The click-clack sounds of doors opening continuously echoed out. The black-clad ranks kept growing, forming an overwhelming dark mass with an incredibly strong sense of oppression.

The scene was quite shocking. The group of Xia family bodyguards who had been guarding the door were also stunned... This was too exaggerated!

An old woman wearing a light blue dorm manager uniform walked at the very front of the procession... The dorm auntie.

She held a wrench in her hand, tossing it up and down continuously. Chuckling, she walked up to Shen Qinghan, constantly rubbing her hands together like a fly.

Hehe, Young Master, it's me, do you remember? The dorm manager from the Young Madam's dormitory...

Hmm... don't remember. I want to go in. You figure out a way. Shen Qinghan nodded, and then... stated that he had no impression of her.

Hehe, Young Master, you are a busy noble person and forget things easily. It's normal not to remember an old woman like me, hehe. Alright, I'll clear the path for the Young Master right now! She dragged out the last syllables of clear the path.

Bang!

Without any warning, the dorm auntie threw the wrench in her hand. It smashed into the Xia family's signboard at the door. The colored lights flickered twice and went out... bzz, bzz.

Their Young Master had already spoken, yet they still refused to make way. Were they refusing the face given to them?

If it's hard to do, then don't do it at all!

Get to work!

The massive dark crowd, all uniformly carrying ambiguous suitcases in their hands, pressed forward!

The Xia family bodyguards revealed looks of terror...