Young Master Xiao Yatou, don't provoke fire

  The Sea and Sky Villa, as its name suggests, has a vast sea in front of it. The starry sky is reflected on the surface of the water, making this place present a beautiful scenery. The night falls like a big black curtain over the villa, but cannot hide the bright lights of the villa itself.

  There is a gentle breeze blowing, caressing the beautiful night scene. The window curtains on the second floor are shyly opening under the force of the wind.

  The man wore a white dress shirt, his chest open wide, with skin as smooth as jade faintly visible. The black tight-fitting suit was casually thrown over his shoulder, and he sat on the sandalwood chair, tapping out a circle of piano notes "ding ding dong" on the desk in front of him, which sounded wonderful. This man was just Uncle Ye from earlier.

  A man wearing a black robe with golden silk threads knelt in front of the desk, his clear face illuminated by the crystal pendant lamp above him. "Young Master!"

  The man's hand, holding the tuning pegs, had just finished playing the last note. He withdrew his hand and lazily lay back, but his eyes were calm and clear, "Zhen, how is the situation now?"

  Meng lowered his head and replied respectfully, "According to the report from our men, our goods in Southeast Asia were intercepted by someone on the way. The identity of the other party is unknown. But based on my speculation, it might be our old rival." Meng seemed to have more to say, but for some reason, he didn't continue speaking.

  The man lazily raised an eyebrow, suddenly sighed and answered the question he hadn't asked, "I think you must be wondering why I accepted this deal in the first place, right?"

  Meng seemed to still be struggling, but the man said: "Meng, tell me, how many years have we known each other?"

  "Replying to Young Master, I have known you for 24 years."

  "24 years have passed," the man let out a long sigh, "from when you were three and followed me, unknowingly already 24 years. I will never forget what your father said when he entrusted you to me, 'make him serve me for his entire life, until old age.' I've always remembered it, Shan. Back then, when we mother and son had no place to go, if it wasn't for your father's help, perhaps now...I would have already followed my mother."

  The man's eyes suddenly turned fierce, with a raging fire burning in his eyes. "If it weren't for the Long family, if it weren't for that man who didn't cherish old relationships and ruthlessly abandoned us mother and son," he seemed to have thought of something extremely painful, and suddenly a fist heavily smashed onto the desk in front of him.

  "Master!" Meng shouted hastily, then suddenly lowered his head again. "Master, please mourn."

  "I know," the man said, closing his eyes and opening them again with a faint smile. "So, Shuō, even if everyone else is a stranger to you, you're not. In my heart, you're not my subordinate, but my brother, a brother who's stood shoulder-to-shoulder with me for 24 years."

  Tears welled up in Ah Shan's eyes, but he forced himself to hold them back. The man continued, "I know you've been wondering why I took this path when the original Dragon Gang didn't deal with drugs. But think about it carefully - the flow of Southeast Asia's drug market is inevitable. If I want to establish a trading relationship with those merchants, we must first have common interests, which is what business people call 'doing business'. Ah Shan, our current power is far from enough; seeking revenge won't be easy. We can only find a glimmer of hope by continuously pulling in allies."

  "Because the enemy we're facing is just too powerful!" He suddenly stood up and walked to the window, gazing at the starry night sky. "Even with drug trafficking, I have principles, I will never let it flow into the Chinese market."

  The morning after the fall was as brilliant as ever, I don't know if it's the illusion of Qian Lian Xia. However, she felt that the atmosphere in school was a bit strange today.

  Whether it was her walking past others, or the people moving around her, or those in front of and behind her, they would occasionally turn their heads to look at her, then whisper to the person next to them.

  What's going on? Senri Kiren looked down at her outfit, but there was nothing particularly strange about it. When she walked into the classroom, the scene became even stranger - her classmates, who had been gathered in a group, suddenly scattered back to their seats like a swarm of bees when they saw her. The speed at which they moved was almost as if they were sprinting.

  Senri Natsuya was perplexed, but her gaze was drawn to the blackboard at the back of the classroom. However, what caught her attention wasn't the blackboard itself, but the photos on it. Senri Natsuya's pupils enlarged in horror as she saw the scene from last night's 'Night' private room.