Atop this dilapidated three-story building, there hung an enormous poster featuring several enticing photos of Japanese women, along with a recruitment message and a contact number. Seeing this, Long Wu couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth: "Now that's good, you guys will have fun playing with this. Let's go back and find Mr. Feng."

"Yes!" The underling immediately nodded.

Long Wu couldn't help feeling thrilled inside, grinning and saying: "It seems the time has come for us to take back the transport market."

"Big brother, can we really take back the transport market?" The underling couldn't contain his excitement, saying: "If we can take it back, that would be great. Damn it, even if we are figures in the underworld, how did we end up slumming it in the market? That's just too embarrassing."

"As long as it makes money, what's your complaint?" Long Wu coldly huffed.

"Yes, yes, yes!" The underling hastily nodded.

Upon arriving at Eight Horses Tea House, there were two black-suited bodyguards wearing sunglasses standing at the entrance, exuding the aura of Central South Sea bodyguards. Long Wu entered with a cheerful smile.

Mr. Feng was upstairs in the tea room enjoying his tea.

When Long Wu entered, he was surprised to find that Mr. Feng's expensive set of porcelain cups had disappeared, replaced by an even more costly set from the Song Dynasty. The luxuries enjoyed by the rich really were different, even the tools used for drinking tea were chosen with such care.

"Old Wu, you've come to see me?" Mr. Feng didn't look up, his hand fiddling with a string of jade beads, eyes closed.

The room's lighting was bright, and behind Mr. Feng was a window; the light poured in just right from his back, making Mr. Feng appear rather foreboding. Long Wu smiled and said: "Mr. Feng, heh, I just passed by the western side of Huai Mountain South Road, guess what I saw?"

"Speak!" Mr. Feng uttered a single word.

"Hehe, Lin Chuan is actually setting up a bathhouse," Long Wu leaned in and chuckled: "This time, our chance to eliminate Lin Chuan has come."

"Why eliminate Lin Chuan?" Mr. Feng sneered: "Even if we wanted to eliminate him, we shouldn't be the ones to do it. Instead, it should be the Northeastern Tiger who starts a fight with Lin Chuan. Let them battle it out to the death, and we can reap the benefits afterward."

"Right!" Long Wu nodded and said: "Mr. Feng is wise."

"Spread this news however you can," Mr. Feng said with a smile.

"Rest assured, Mr. Feng, I'll go handle it immediately," Long Wu nodded.

With Long Wu and his underlings busily spreading the word, the news quickly became widespread. The news spread as if it had wings.

After hearing this news at the bar, the underlings of the Northeastern Tiger didn't hesitate and hurried straight to Qinghua Pool.

The two underlings ran upstairs swiftly.

"Mr. Hu, we've got trouble," one underling said breathlessly: "Lin Chuan, that kid Lin Chuan is going to steal our business."

"What do you mean?" Mr. Hu lay on the couch, a beautiful girl below him diligently attending to him. Over the years, Mr. Hu had been with no fewer than nine hundred women. His iron rod had been worn down to a needle. Yet, Mr. Hu was unabashed, shifting his position before asking: "Explain, what's the situation?"

"Lin Chuan, that kid is planning to open a bathhouse just three hundred meters away from us," the underling said angrily: "That brat really doesn't take you seriously, brazenly setting up a bathhouse like that, isn't he clearly trying to steal your rice bowl?"

At this news, Mr. Hu's eyebrows shot up.

"Is this for real?" Mr. Hu asked.

"Absolutely certain," the underling hurriedly nodded and said: "They've already chosen the location, and they're currently renovating. It's estimated they'll be in business in a month. Mr. Hu, why not take them out before they finish the renovations? What do you think?"

"No," Mr. Hu shook his head and said: "Lin Chuan isn't easy to handle. Forget about fights, first send someone to give them a warning. If they still don't take the hint, hmph, then they can't blame me for not being polite."

The bathhouse business was the foundation of Mr. Hu's rise, and he absolutely wouldn't allow anyone to interfere. Even though he now wasn't primarily focussed on bathhouse business, one must not forget their roots. The bathhouse business had always been taboo for the Northeastern Tiger; anyone who dared to compete was declaring themselves an enemy.

The Northeastern Tiger would rather have people contend with him over real estate development projects than compete over this livelihood. Mr. Feng had done so in the past and was dealt with by the Northeastern Tiger. Later, although Mr. Feng gained strength and was able to contend with the Northeastern Tiger, he still didn't wish to touch this area. If there was room for two tigers on the same territory, why fight to the death?

"Yes!" That underling immediately nodded and said: "I'll take some people over to give them a warning right away."

"How did you get smart this time?" Mr. Hu laughed: "Go pick a girl for yourself to have fun with."

"Thanks, Mr. Hu," the underling was suddenly excited, and he quickly ran off.

Although he was an underling highly regarded by Mr. Hu and belonged to the Qinghua Pool, Mr. Hu had a clear rule that no one was allowed to lay hands on the women of Qinghua Pool. If anyone did and was found out, they'd chop off hands and feet. After all, the women here were a source of wealth. If they offended the women and they ran off, what then? Besides, the women here weren't just for anyone to play with. You see, even the cheapest night costs over a thousand.

The underling couldn't contain his excitement as he decided to go downstairs and pick a top-tier item.

...........

The renovation was progressing smoothly.

The scaffolding was already set up, and all the interior decorations had been stripped away. Nothing was left but a bare frame. The trucks hauling the rubbish were all operated by their own people. This included the work of combining the three floors and clearing out the debris, which was almost entirely done by their own men, saving them a good sum of money in the process.

Lu Dapao and the others were standing downstairs pointing here and there, seemingly eager to incorporate their own ideas into the bathhouse.

"What are you guys doing here?" Lin Chuan drove up.

"Yo, it's Brother Chuan," said Lu Dapao and company, suddenly overjoyed. Lu Dapao hurriedly offered Lin Chuan a cigarette, smiling and saying, "Brother Chuan, we're doing reno work."

"Just let the pros handle it. What are you messing around for?" Lin Chuan replied irritably, "Is this your profession, or is it the designer's?"

"Well..." Lu Dapao scratched his head awkwardly.

"Alright, cut the slacking, get on with your work," Lin Chuan retorted impatiently.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Just as Lu Dapao and the others were about to leave, several cars pulled up in front of Lin Chuan and his group.

A little brother sent by Old Wu with the boss' orders came out of the cars with a group of men.

"It's you." Lu Dapao recognized him as one of Old Wu's guys and frowned.

"Heard you guys are setting up a bathhouse here?" Old Wu's underling spoke with a cigarette in his mouth, posturing like he was the boss.

"What if we are? Got a problem with that?" Lu Dapao didn't give him a friendly look.

"No problems, just that Mr. Hu sent me to ask if you really are going through with this."

"Of course we are, you can tell him that," Lu Dapao said coldly.

Old Wu's underling snorted and said, "Mr. Hu has a message for you. On the territory of the Central South Sea, even Feng Taibao doesn't dare to meddle in the bathhouse business. You better watch yourselves, don't end up making no money and losing your trade."

At that moment, Lin Chuan stepped forward, scoffing, "Feng Taibao has gotten old, naturally he doesn't dare to get involved, but we are still young. We can't compare to Mr. Hu's glory days, but now it's the young people's era. Go back and tell Mr. Hu, we're really not afraid of him."

"You! Fine, fine, we'll see," Old Wu's underling, having come with a lot of bluster, left dejectedly.

"Hmph, a bunch of bastard pups," Lu Dapao said, none too pleased.

"Exactly," Zhou Kai nodded, saying, "Damn it, that son of a bitch, always strutting around arrogantly, he'll get his comeuppance one day."

"Trouble's found us," Lin Chuan took a drag of his cigarette, continuing, "Tell the brothers to be extra vigilant. Also, this place needs to be closely watched."

"Don't worry, we will keep a close watch," Zhou Kai nodded.

"We're bound to clash with Old Wu sooner or later," Lin Chuan said as he threw his cigarette butt on the ground, "Look, we must hurry to implement the training plan."

"Brother Chuan, I've picked out the people for you," Zhou Kai said with a smile.

"Give me the list," Lin Chuan said, reaching out his hand.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Kai actually produced a list. Lin Chuan glanced over it, and several familiar names were on it, including Zhou Kai, Lu Dapao, Huang Bo, Liu Cheng...

"What do you think? Is the list alright?" Zhou Kai asked curiously, slightly anxious.

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