Chapter Sixty-Three: The Rabbit Lord Arrives!

"The person who dares to collect protection money from me, Ye Wushang, has yet to be born."

"Want me to pay up? Keep dreaming!"

Ye Wushang’s refusal was cold and sharp.

He stepped back a few paces, moving before the two women and whispered, "Lanlan, these people have come with bad intentions."

"I’ll open a gap in a moment. You take Wuyou and leave first. Leave everything here to me…"

"Brother!"

Ye Wuyou had never faced such a situation. Now, after finally being reunited with her brother, she was terrified of something going wrong. Instinctively, she clutched his sleeve and said in a fragile voice, "Let’s not open this shop, brother. They demand half a million the moment we speak. They might keep coming back to bother us. They look hard to deal with, and we just can’t afford to provoke them."

"Wuyou, don’t talk nonsense."

"We finally finished cleaning up the workshop and are just waiting to open."

Lanlan hugged her tightly, soothing her. "I know a bit about the Black Dragon Society."

"They are indeed a famous underground force in Jinghan, with connections and influence in many areas."

"I remember my uncle once had dealings with their vice president. He should be able to help us sort this out."

Then she looked up at Ye Wushang, speaking solemnly, "Wushang, listen to me on this."

"I know you’re skilled, but they have numbers and weapons. It’s not wise to act rashly and get hurt."

"My suggestion is we pay them first, just use the fifty thousand in my card."

"Once things settle, I’ll go back and ask my uncle to negotiate with the Black Dragon Society…"

"Impossible!"

Ye Wushang cut her off sharply, shaking his head. "I said it before: the person who collects protection money from me hasn’t been born."

"They want me to pay? Don’t even think about it!"

"I know what I’m doing. Stop trying to persuade me. Listen, in a moment—"

"Bang!"

Before he could finish, the other side suddenly made their move!

At Zhang Blackhair’s command, several thugs wielded steel pipes, smashing up the workshop in a frenzy.

They shattered windows.

Kicked down doors.

The furniture, carefully arranged, was all battered into ruins.

"Stop! Stop it, all of you!"

Ye Wuyou was heartbroken, shouting at them, wanting to rush forward, but Lanlan held her back, "Wuyou, don’t be reckless."

"There are too many of them; you can’t help…"

"Bastards!"

Ye Wushang was furious.

Clenching his fists, he barked, "Lanlan, remember what I just told you!"

Then he dashed forward, throwing a punch at the man who was smashing things most fiercely.

There was a crack, his spine snapping. The man screamed in agony and collapsed to the ground.

Ye Wushang twisted his waist, leaping up, both feet striking the pillar, sweeping through like an autumn wind scattering leaves.

"Ah!"

"Ugh!"

"Bang, bang!"

Men flew in every direction, blood spurting everywhere.

These thugs were the top enforcers from the North City branch.

They’d heard he could fight, and thought they were prepared.

But now, it was clear—he was a beast, wild and terrifying.

"Damn, what a monster…"

Zhang Blackhair rose instinctively, stunned.

The remaining three or four thugs froze, not daring to move.

"Bastards."

"You refuse to leave, and dare smash up my workshop? I’ll kill you!"

Ye Wushang roared, his voice booming like a bell, shaking the air.

He charged straight at Zhang Blackhair.

Grabbing his throat in a vice grip, the man’s face turned pale at once.

His body lifted off the ground, coughing and gasping, unable to catch his breath.

"Let—let me go."

Zhang Blackhair gasped, struggling.

"Let you go? I’ll kill you!"

Ye Wushang had no intention of mercy, tightening his grasp until the man’s whole body trembled.

"Let Blackhair go!"

"If you don’t, I’ll kill your sister!"

At that moment, the bearded man who had been tallying accounts shouted.

Ye Wushang paused, turning to see Lanlan knocked to the ground, and his sister Wuyou held hostage.

A knife pressed against her throat.

"You scum!"

Ye Wushang was enraged.

He hadn’t expected such depravity from these men.

First they wrecked the workshop, now they dared to threaten his sister.

She had suffered all her life, and now, after finally reuniting, she was at knife-point.

Boundless anger filled his chest.

He ground his teeth, yearning to tear them apart.

But the distance was too great, and the man had a knife. No matter how swift he was, he would not make it in time.

He could not allow even the slightest harm to his sister—not a scratch.

"Thud."

In the end, for his sister’s safety, Ye Wushang loosened his grip, and Zhang Blackhair fell heavily to the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Clutching his aching throat, Zhang Blackhair coughed repeatedly, finally standing up with his thugs’ help.

He glared at Ye Wushang, cursing, "You bastard, you dare hit me and threaten to kill me?"

"Get on your knees! Or I’ll have your sister killed!"

"Zhang Blackhair!"

Seeing the situation worsen, Lanlan scrambled up, shouting, "Make your men let Wuyou go!"

"I’m Lanlan, president of the An Group. You know the An family, right?"

"Ye Wushang and his sister are my friends. If you dare hurt them, I won’t let you off!"

Zhang Blackhair glanced at Lanlan, sneering, "So this punk even managed to charm Lanlan. But it doesn’t matter—I’m here for revenge!"

"Sun Chuanzi did me a great favor, and these brothers have followed me for years."

"If I don’t teach him a lesson today, I’ll lose their respect!"

He stepped forward, grabbed Ye Wushang’s collar, and barked, "Are you deaf?"

"Didn’t you hear me?"

"Kneel! Right now!"

Ye Wushang opened his mouth, uncertain how to respond.

His sister was hostage, Lanlan was guarded. Any rash move would be disastrous.

For the sake of the bigger picture, he decided to swallow his pride.

Now the only chance was to capture Zhang Blackhair and force them to release his sister.

But he was watched, and the man had a gun. There would be only one opportunity.

"I can kneel."

"But if you dare harm my sister, I’ll kill you—and your family will not be spared!"

With that, Ye Wushang endured the humiliation, standing firm, and slowly knelt.

"No, brother, don’t kneel!"

Ye Wuyou wept bitterly.

Lanlan shook her head desperately, feeling her heart break.

Zhang Blackhair laughed wildly, watching Ye Wushang about to kneel—

"Screech!"

Suddenly, the sound of brakes pierced the air.

A familiar black sedan stopped at the workshop entrance.

"Wait!"

Master Rabbit rushed from the car, carrying a black briefcase, sprinting toward them.

Seeing him, Zhang Blackhair’s expression changed, immediately running over.

He hadn’t expected Master Rabbit to be here.

Though not a member of the Black Dragon Society, Master Rabbit was close to the president.

Rumor had it he’d made great contributions during the founding wars.

He also wielded immense influence among underground factions; besides the Black Dragon Society, others showed him respect.

He was like a real-life Song Jiang—whoever gained his support, even an unknown nobody, could make a name in the underworld.

So Zhang Blackhair feared him, and wanted to curry favor.

He’d tried many times to meet him, but hadn’t succeeded.

Now, finally meeting him here, and being called forward—could it be that his years of effort had paid off, and Master Rabbit had come to see him?

Barely able to contain his excitement, he stumbled forward to greet him.

"We’re doomed!"

Seeing Master Rabbit’s sudden appearance, Lanlan’s face changed dramatically.

She remembered him well; earlier, they’d offended him over a golden censer in the antique street.

If not for a timely intervention by the manager, they’d have been in real trouble then.

One Zhang Blackhair was trouble enough, now Master Rabbit arrived—this was pouring oil on the fire.

"What do you mean, doomed, Sister Lanlan?"

Ye Wuyou was bewildered, wanting to ask, but was held fast by the bearded man, unable to move.

Lanlan ignored her, looking at Ye Wushang, shouting, "Wushang, a man’s knees are gold, don’t kneel!"

"Listen, agree to pay them. Whatever they want. But do not fight them."

"Master Rabbit is even more dangerous. For now, we must go along. Later, I’ll go to my grandfather…"

"It’s alright, Lanlan, I know what I’m doing."

"You should be thinking about how, with my sister, you’ll deal with them later."

Ye Wushang turned, his gaze cold and contemplative.

Even now, he was considering how to turn the tables, which left Lanlan infuriated.

She knew he was capable, but now, the enemy was strong, they were weak, and Ye Wuyou was hostage.

She wondered where his courage came from, to claim he had everything under control.

Confidence was good, but too much was dangerous.

At this moment, she was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, but helpless.

Under guard, her phone smashed, cries for help unheard.

Even the onlookers along the street, seeing the commotion, quickly avoided the scene, no one daring to intervene.

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