Fang Senyan turned his head and saw a man in his early thirties with dyed blonde hair standing up from beside him. The man wore a short leather jacket, revealing a black stretch tank top underneath that tautly accentuated his bulging chest muscles. Fang Senyan recognized this guy; his name was Pao Tiansheng, who favored being called Brother Bao Yu to his face. He was the type of scoundrel who wouldn't lift a finger unless money was involved, and even then, he probably wouldn't do the job anyway.

Fang Senyan had no time for his nonsense and said coolly, "Brother Bao Yu, let's grab a drink sometime."

With that, he started to walk out, but Bao Yu, casually holding a drink, blocked Fang Senyan’s path. He flashed his large yellow teeth and chuckled wickedly, "I heard you dropped thirty thousand yuan for Fan Tong just to find out your old man's whereabouts? Do you also need to find your brother’s location?"

In Bao Yu's words, "Fan Tong" was actually Fan Jun, the casino owner Fang Senyan had asked to help locate people. Fan Jun, despite running a shadowy business, was known for his integrity, had good contacts, and was well-informed. Fang Senyan had asked him to inquire about the whereabouts of Fourth Uncle Da and his group. Since Fang Senyan was currently flush with cash, especially as a Contractor, he naturally tossed the thirty thousand yuan out like dirt, never expecting Bao Yu to have caught wind of it.

Sensing a hidden meaning in Bao Yu's words, Fang Senyan stopped. "My brother? I have many 'Wandering Brothers,' from Chaoshan to Istanbul. Which one are you referring to?"

Bao Yu lifted his liquor bottle, burped drunkenly, and said, "Naturally, the one who’s always trailing you."

Fang Senyan’s pupils contracted slightly. "The follower... Are you talking about San Zai?"

San Zai had always held Fang Senyan in high regard, so whenever Fang Senyan went ashore for business, he often insisted on tagging along to help. Fang Senyan also intended to help him build some connections. Over time, San Zai became known among their acquaintances as "the Follower," a nickname he’d accept with a cheerful grin rather than taking offense. Bao Yu grinned, "That’s right. I happened to see him today. Do you want to know where he is?"

Fang Senyan turned back around, his expression serious. "Tell me."

Bao Yu chuckled and made a rubbing gesture with his fingers. Fang Senyan pulled out a thick wad of cash from his inner pocket, didn't bother counting it, and threw it directly into Bao Yu's chest. He said steadily, "Speak."

Bao Yu saw the bills were green and realized they were U.S. dollars. His eyes immediately lit up. He couldn't resist flicking one with his finger, listening to the pleasant rustle before extending his big, red tongue to lick it. Grinning from ear to ear, he said, "Good, good, good. I saw the Follower around noon... Brother San Zai, right? He was taken away by Brother Crab from Temple Street."

"Brother Crab?" Fang Senyan frowned. "Who is that?"

Bao Yu scoffed, pinching his brows dramatically. "Ah, Yan Zai, you’ve been away too long and don't know, do you? That two-faced snake Crab recently usurped his boss's position. Rumor has it he’s colluding with some shady characters from Vietnam and Myanmar. His product price is the same, but the purity is much higher than elsewhere. So, his lackeys move the powder fast, and his status naturally rises. Does anyone even remember his old boss?"

Having obtained the concrete information, Fang Senyan had no more time for small talk and turned to leave.

But Bao Yu grabbed him, his face slick with false familiarity. "Hey, hey, Yan Zai! What about the tip for the information?"

Fang Senyan possessed vast street experience and knew this ruffian was seeing an opportunity for blackmail because of his money. However, his anxiety for San Zai, fearing he might be suffering, made him unwilling to waste time arguing. He tossed another stack of cash at Bao Yu, shook him off, and turned to leave. Seeing the substantial amount of cash still in Fang Senyan's possession, greed flared intensely in Bao Yu's eyes. He gave a signal to two of his underlings, suddenly snatched a bottle of ice-cold beer, and slammed it down hard onto the back of Fang Senyan's head!

At that moment, Fang Senyan’s mind was consumed with worry for San Zai, and this was the real world where he wasn't on guard against someone like Bao Yu, whom he viewed as an ant! The beer bottle whistled through the air with a heavy whoosh, smashing against the back of his skull with a loud smash! The resulting explosion of liquid and glass shards scattered explosively, splattering nearby patrons. Without his protective aura active, a stream of bright crimson blood immediately trickled down from the back of Fang Senyan’s head. Yet, for him, it was merely a dizzying flesh wound, nothing like the immediate collapse Bao Yu had anticipated.

Bao Yu was initially ecstatic from the successful strike, but then he saw Fang Senyan suddenly turn around, fixing him with a savage glare that seemed poised to devour him. Bao Yu was no stranger to murder and stabbing, yet something about Fang Senyan's look made him involuntarily flinch. But realizing he was surrounded by his numerous underlings, he immediately rallied them with a shout: "Grab him, everyone! This is the man Brother Crab wants! After they caught that bastard San Zai, Brother Crab handed out half a jin of product for us to share. If we catch this punk, we won't have to buy product for the next six months!"

Fang Senyan kept his head low, his hair matted with beer obscuring his eyes. His fists were tightly clenched, and his nostrils were flaring slightly.

It wasn't fear; it was rage!

The kind of fury felt when a dragon’s reverse scale is touched!

Family—that was Fang Senyan's reverse scale!!

"Control... Don't expose my identity... Patience... Go to hell with all of it! My own kin has been betrayed and captured, and now even this petty thug dares to shit on my head!??"

Responding to Bao Yu’s call, five or six thuggish-looking young men had tucked their shirts into their waists and gripped beer bottles behind their backs, surrounding Fang Senyan. Fang Senyan slowly lifted his head, his expression blank. "In your next life, remember to be a good person."

Fang Senyan's face was wooden, but inexplicably, he emitted an aura of terror that Bao Yu had never sensed before. One of the thugs, cursing loudly, swung a beer bottle horizontally toward Fang Senyan’s head. Fang Senyan’s right fist shot out suddenly. With a sharp crack, the bottle shattered cleanly, and the momentum, carrying glass shards and beer, whooshed heavily into the thug's left cheek!

The thug immediately flew backward, his neck twisted at a horrifying angle, his face contorted backward toward his neck! His bright red tongue lolled out at least half a foot. Fang Senyan’s punch, delivered with full force fueled by blind fury, had not only pulverized his left cheekbone but also snapped his cervical vertebrae!

The remaining thugs, not yet grasping the sheer menace they faced, roared curses and charged forward. Another beer bottle shattered on Fang Senyan's head, and a nearby folding chair crashed as it broke against his back. At this point, Fang Senyan moved forward two steps as if unaffected, slamming his foot into the stomach of another thug.

When this kick landed, the air, stomach acid, and undigested food residue in the thug’s stomach erupted violently from his mouth! His stomach wall ruptured, his eyes bulged almost out of their sockets! He flew backward five or six meters without uttering a sound, knocking over several tables and chairs with a clatter, before collapsing limply onto the ground. The first thing to bubble from his mouth was macerated food and gastric juices, quickly followed by blood, which flowed out in dark, seemingly limitless streams.

Another thug was luckier; he was in the second wave of attackers. He had just yelled a curse and swung a bottle when Fang Senyan smashed his right shoulder with a punch. Amidst a dull, heavy impact, the man instantly collapsed to the ground, writhing and letting out agonizing shrieks.

Everyone could now clearly see the distinct indentation on the unfortunate man's right shoulder. It was visibly sunken at least two centimeters lower than his left. Under Fang Senyan's blow, his right scapula, first rib, and second rib were utterly shattered. Fragments of bone even pierced downward into his lung. As he screamed and coughed violently, spitting out pinkish froth, the injured man’s state provided a stark warning to the others. However, Bao Yu's crew were not choir boys; they were hardened criminals familiar with severe prison sentences for selling narcotics. Immediately, one thug pulled out a switchblade and lunged straight at Fang Senyan. Fang Senyan didn't even bother to dodge; he took the stab directly, clamping down on the blade with his abdominal muscles. He seized the man's wrist in return and wrenched it with the force of wringing a towel, twisting the arm a full one hundred and eighty degrees. The thug's eyes bulged wildly for a few seconds before a delayed, piercing scream finally tore out. Fang Senyan slapped him across the face; the thug staggered back, fell, rolled a few times, and then crawled on the ground, clutching his head, dark red blood already seeping from his ear canal.

Seeing this, Bao Yu’s eyes widened in shock, but he still possessed some nerve, having killed a few people before. Gritting his teeth, he began fumbling for a gun at his waist. Suddenly, his vision went dark as a human body was flung through the air toward him. Startled and caught off guard, he hastily raised his hands to shield his head, but he was still knocked sprawling. When he managed to sit up, Fang Senyan was behind him, gripping his gun-holding wrist. Fang Senyan said lightly, "Pao Tiansheng, you were about to shoot me with this, weren't you?"

Relying on the fact that Fang Senyan was a boatman and not a gang member, Bao Yu tried to sound tough, shouting, "If you have the guts, kill me!"

Fang Senyan replied coldly, "Of course, and not just you, but all of you."

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Recommending a novel in the Unlimited Flow genre, Iron Throne, written by Feng Yue Niang, and it’s not censored!

The unlimited world, the unlimited journey, the unlimited slaughter.

Bai Shuo, blinded since birth, accidentally steps into the Infinite Space and thereafter lives day-to-day on the razor's edge, surrounded by lethal danger.

To survive, he must prove his strength with blade and sword.

Thus he walks the line between life and death, experiencing terror, and finding opportunities in the midst of slaughter.

One day, he will forge his own Supreme Throne in this world with iron and blood!——Splitter——I bet you all definitely don’t want to know why I’m giving Feng Yue Niang a chapter recommendation.

Because you are all pure, kind, diligent, honest, and not at all gossipy good classmates. Alright, alright, I’m just saying things casually.

The reason is that Hei Ji—Hei Ji Brain Worm crawled out tearfully and held up a sign reading: It wasn't me—that writer went to jail, so today I dragged Feng Yue along to provide false testimony for Hei Ji to get parole or something, so I had to promise Feng Yue Niang a chapter recommendation!