I've Found You

The younger brother rushed excitedly toward the door of the private room, his steps hurried and heavy.

The thought of that alluring figure downstairs made his lewd thoughts rise uncontrollably.

Once the eldest brother has had his fill of fun, maybe he can get a taste of the benefits and have a share of the porridge.

He had seen it clearly just now: the young man's waist, where the shirt hem cinched, was so thin it looked like a hand could encircle it. Beneath the open collar, a section of collarbone was visible, and his skin, under the dim light, was dazzlingly white, as if a light touch would leave a mark.

Just thinking about it made a surge of lust rise from his lower abdomen, making his throat dry and his pace quicken.

My brother had just rushed to the door, his hand hadn't even touched the doorknob...

"Bang!!!"

The heavy door to the private room was suddenly smashed open from the outside, the door panel swirling in the wind as it slammed hard against his face!

He was terrified and retreated hastily, the door panel almost whizzing past his nose.

If it had been half a second slower, the bridge of the nose would probably have been shattered.

The lingering fear instantly transformed into a raging, malevolent fury, burning him until his eyes were bloodshot: "Fuck you..."

Before he could finish shouting the profanities, his voice abruptly stopped.

A cold, hard, round object pressed against his forehead without warning.

The unique chill of metal instantly pierces the skin and penetrates deep into the bones.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his blood seemed to freeze into ice in that instant.

"Yes, let's talk this out..."

With the cold muzzle of the gun pressed against him, the younger brother's body stiffened, his teeth chattering, and he could only stagger backward step by step, squeezing out broken pleas for mercy.

Scarface turned his head at the sound and saw his men being forced back at gunpoint.

A surge of anger welled up inside him. He shoved the person in his arms away and roared, "Who the hell are you?! How dare you touch my people?! Are you tired of living?!"

The scar on his face twisted with rage, making it look particularly ferocious. "Don't you know who I am?! Do you want to invite Mo's revenge?!"

At first, he thought it was just a typical gangster revenge or a turf dispute, and his tone was full of his usual ferocity and arrogance.

However, when his fierce gaze passed over the gun-wielding man in black and landed on the figure being escorted into the private room by the crowd, all the unfinished curses and threats instantly froze in his throat.

A group of men dressed in matching black suits, exuding a cold and austere aura, filed in and quickly took control of every corner of the private room.

The person they were protecting in the center—

He wore a signature, cold, silver-white mask on his face.

"Young...Young Master."

Scarface spat out those two words through clenched teeth, his fierce expression instantly vanishing, replaced by an almost twisted, fawning smile. He bowed and hurried forward, saying, "Young Master... what brings you to this place? If I had known you were coming, I would have cleared the area beforehand and personally waited for your arrival at the entrance..."

Before he could finish speaking, the two men in black closest to Yunbai silently stepped forward, like two cold walls, firmly blocking him a meter away.

Scarface's smile froze on his face, a fleeting hint of resentment and malice flashing across his eyes, but the moment he looked up, they were filled with humility and warmth.

He cursed inwardly: "He's just someone who relies on his father's power... Just wait and see! Once his father seizes power..."

However, all thoughts were forcibly suppressed when they touched that emotionless silver mask.

His smile widened even further, as if the momentary stiffness had never happened.

"Young Master, what brings you here? Why are you using weapons?" Scarface tried to calm things down. "We're all family, can't we talk things out? What are you all standing there for? Put your guns down!"

However, the men in black remained motionless, their hands holding guns as steady as rocks.

His awkward voice echoed alone in the private room.

Scarface's facial muscles twitched, and his forced smile almost crumbled.

He gritted his teeth and played his last card: "Young Master, please... at least consider my father's feelings. He is, after all, your second uncle, and even if he hasn't done anything particularly meritorious in Moli, he has certainly worked hard. How am I supposed to... if you do this..."

The scarred man's remaining words had not yet finished.

boom!

A crisp, clean gunshot rang out suddenly.

The younger brother next to him, who had been trembling just moments before, didn't even have time to utter a sound before his eyes widened and he fell straight backward.

A clear, gaping hole in his forehead, the warm blood instantly spreading a glaring red across the carpet.

Scarface froze on the spot, his pupils dilated, staring incredulously at the pool of blood rapidly spreading at his feet.

A strong, pungent smell of blood assaulted my nostrils, mingling with the previous stench of tobacco and alcohol, making me want to vomit.

Only now did the man in black, known as Mo Yi, who had remained silent like a shadow beside Yun Bai, finally pronounce his verdict, word by word, in a completely emotionless voice:

"Lin Shui, your hired thug. Relying on your protection, he has long been involved in embezzling organization funds and harming innocent people. Based on the third and seventh precepts of the Mo Code, he is sentenced to death and to be executed immediately."

The private room erupted in terrified screams!

Several men and women huddled in the corner witnessed this sudden, bloody execution. Terrified, they instinctively tried to flee, but the cold gaze of the man in black and the weapons in his hands forced them back to their original positions. They could only cover their mouths and let out suppressed sobs and whimpers, their bodies trembling like leaves in the wind.

Scarface's face was completely drained of color.

He suddenly remembered the amusement park he had built at great expense, which he had specially used the top-of-the-line soundproofing materials to ensure he could enjoy himself undisturbed.

The walls, doors, and even the floor are enough to completely isolate everything that happens here from the outside world.

In the past, this was his guarantee of indulgence.

Now, however, this has become an iron cage imprisoning him and a grave burying him.

The deafening music and the revelry on the dance floor outside couldn't get in at all.

Similarly, even if blood flows like a river and screams deafen inside, it won't attract the slightest attention downstairs.

It was truly a case of crying out to heaven and earth in vain.

"I...I..." Scarface looked at Yunbai's cold eyes looking down at him through the mask, then glanced at the still warm corpse at his feet, and finally broke down completely.

His knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "I...I...Young Master, I know I was wrong! Please forgive me for my father's sake..."

"Furthermore," Yun Bai's voice was flat, as if she were reading a simple announcement, "Master Mo suffered a sudden illness tonight and passed away despite all efforts to save him. His son, Mo Ji, overwhelmed with grief, followed his father in death."

The scarred-face man, Mo Ji, froze completely the moment he heard those words, as if he had been doused with ice water from head to toe.

The last glimmer of hope in his eyes was extinguished.

"Death from illness" in an organization is never just a literal term; it's a polite way of putting it outwards, but in reality, it often means purging the organization.

To follow them is to nip them in the bud and eliminate any future troubles.

He knew he was completely finished.

Even his father has been dealt with; there's no way he can save his life tonight.

To try and pull strings? Now even his biggest backer is in trouble, and may even have been implicated because of his reckless behavior.

Boundless despair gripped his heart.

He no longer had the strength to struggle, and he closed his eyes in despair, awaiting his final judgment.

"Take him away." Yunbai said no more.

With a wave of his hand, two men in black stepped forward and dragged away the limp, ashen-faced Scarface.

The only things left in the private room were the strong smell of blood and a few men and women who were so frightened they almost fainted.

Yunbai turned away, refusing to look at this filthy place again.

However, just as he stepped out of the private room, an unusually enthusiastic cheer and whistle erupted from the direction of the dance floor downstairs.

The commotion was centered at the bar counter.

Yunbai's gaze unconsciously glanced downwards.

Through the gap in the second-floor glass railing, past the throngs of bewildered figures and the dappled lights, his gaze precisely locked onto the figure by the bar counter—

A young man wearing a fiery red fox mask.

The man was facing away from the second floor, leaning slightly forward as he pushed a prepared drink towards a customer at the bar.

The lines of outstretched arms, the smooth curve from the neck to the jaw when the head is turned, and the casual yet sly air that still shines through even in the midst of noise...

Yunbai felt as if her blood, which had been frozen for more than ten years and was almost solidified, was swept over by an invisible flame in that instant.

It wasn't a warm revival, but a boiling intensity that was almost violent, accompanied by a burning sensation, impacting every part of my body, even sending a slight tingling sensation through my fingertips.

My heart pounded heavily in my chest, one beat after another, drowning out the deathly silence in the private room and the noisy music downstairs.

All sounds and images faded and blurred rapidly, leaving only that fiery red figure burning in the center of the field of vision.

Beneath the mask, his pupils suddenly contracted and then slowly expanded, a kind of almost obsessive light, buried deep beneath the dust of time, reignited from the deepest part of his eyes.

teacher……

I've finally found you.