86: One person dies, and all sides move.

Late at night, the lights inside the heavily guarded Zhang Mansion were blindingly bright.

Boss of Hooligans, one of the Green Gang's Three Tycoons, stood in the center of the study like an iron tower.

He had just received a phone call confirming the news of his eldest son Zhang Fayao's tragic death.

A violent surge of rage instantly shattered his usual calculating composure.

His entire face was distorted by extreme anger, and his eyeballs were filled with terrifying bloodshot veins.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" Boss of Hooligans' roar made the crystal chandelier tremble slightly.

"Ah San!" He turned abruptly, his voice hoarse and low, carrying a bone-chilling command.

Ma San, a lean and capable man who had been standing by the door like a shadow, stepped forward with eyes as sharp as knives. "Master, at your command."

"Bring back everyone involved, don't miss a single one!" Every word from Boss of Hooligans' mouth sounded as if it were dipped in ice.

"Understood!" Ma San didn't waste any breath. He turned and walked away quickly, his heavy footsteps soon disappearing at the end of the corridor.

At the same time, in the duty room of the Central Police Station in the French Concession, the piercing ring of the telephone exploded like an alarm.

The staff on duty, who had just returned from a call, were all cursing under their breath.

"Damn it, is there no end to this? The Long, Hu, and Bao brothers were just killed, and now something else happens."

"Son of a bitch, another incident? I haven't even warmed my seat yet."

"What the hell? What day is it today? Is Yama celebrating a grand birthday and sending out invitations to all the heroes?"

"You, whoever you are, go answer the phone. If it's some idiot making a prank call, go skin him alive."

The policeman next to the phone grabbed the receiver and spoke irritably, "Hello, Police Station. Fart it out quickly, we're busy!"

A few seconds later, his face instantly turned pale, and his voice changed pitch. "What?

Zhang... Zhang Fayao? The son of Boss of Hooligans, killed at the Xinli Casino?"

This news was like a thunderclap, instantly shattering the silence of the police station.

As the news spread, the entire Gaul Concession Police Station gradually entered a state of combat readiness.

The whole building was instantly jolted awake; footsteps, shouts, and the clatter of equipment rang out in unison.

In less than five minutes, the entire police station poured out.

Police motorcycles and black vans roared out of the courtyard, their piercing sirens cutting through the night sky as they headed toward the Xinli Casino.

About fifteen minutes later, the telephone bells in the duty rooms of all the major newspapers in the Shanghai rang almost simultaneously.

An explosive piece of news spread rapidly: Zhang Fayao, the eldest son of Green Gang tycoon Boss of Hooligans, had been assassinated!

The journalists were instantly wide awake. Their professional sensitivity told them this was a major news story that would shock the entire city.

In less than half an hour, the scene of Zhang Fayao's assassination was surrounded by reporters who had rushed over upon hearing the news.

A dozen cars were parked haphazardly on the roadside, their headlights illuminating the scene in a deathly pale light.

Reporters crowded outside the police cordon, jostling to get a clear look at what was happening inside.

Flashbulbs flickered incessantly against the white-sheet-covered body and the shocking bloodstains on the ground, making "click-click" sounds.

Some were quickly recording details of the scene;

Others were anxiously pulling aside the patrolling officers who were maintaining order to ask for inside information;

Even bolder ones tried to break through the cordon, only to be immediately pushed back by the firm officers.

The air was thick with the smell of blood and the reporters' irrepressible excitement and tension.

Everyone was struggling to grab the first-hand information regarding the violent death of the Green Gang tycoon's son.

The scene was absolute chaos, and among them, the fastest-moving japanese reporters had already left the scene in a hurry, heading straight for Hongkou District.

Inside the japanese Tokkō office building in the Hongkou District of Shanghai, a closed meeting room was brightly lit, the atmosphere as heavy as ice.

Just minutes ago, explosive news had arrived: Zhang Fayao, the eldest son of Green Gang tycoon Boss of Hooligans, had been killed.

Furthermore, the person who did it was actually a japanese man named Takebe Shijin.

Section Chief Momota Shizuka's face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

"baka! Utterly stupid!" He slammed his hand on the table, making the teacups jump, his sharp gaze sweeping over his subordinates.

"Boss of Hooligans is a key figure for our rule after we occupy Shanghai!

His son died at the hands of a japanese person? This is a disaster!

This will completely ruin all our plans!"

He took a deep breath, suppressing his rage, his voice bone-chillingly cold. "Listen, this matter must be investigated thoroughly and immediately!"

He pointed to several core members in front of him responsible for intelligence and operations, issuing orders.

"First, mobilize all resources immediately. At all costs, find that idiot who committed the crime. I want him found, dead or alive!

Second, conduct a full investigation into the causes and consequences of this matter; not a single detail is to be missed!

Third, and most importantly." He emphasized each word. "Absolutely! Absolutely!

Do not let Boss of Hooligans think this was the will of the Imperial authorities!

Even more so, do not let this matter affect our cooperation with him!"

"Hai!" The subordinates stood up in unison and bowed, cold sweat seeping from their foreheads.

"Act quickly, suppress the impact to the minimum." Momota Shizuka finally commanded sternly, "Go do it now!"

The subordinates dared not delay for a moment, quickly turning and rushing out of the meeting room.

The heavy wooden door closed, leaving Momota Shizuka standing alone under the harsh lights.

His face was livid, and a dangerous yet anxious light flickered in his eyes.

He knew he had to get the situation under control before Boss of Hooligans' mad vengeful rage was fully ignited.

At three in the morning, inside the Zhang Mansion, the smell of blood lingered in the side hall.

Boss of Hooligans stood alone in the shadow of death, listening to Ma San's report. Beneath the white cloth at his feet, Zhang Fayao lay silently.

"Boss, that's how it happened." Ma San recounted the scene exactly as it was.

"Do you have anything else to add?" Boss of Hooligans' bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Zhang Fayao's personal bodyguards.

In the corner, several guards shaking like sieves stammered, "What Third Master said... is exactly... exactly right.

That japanese man was... was called Takebe Shijin. He shot... shot Young Master Zhang dead with one bullet."

As the words fell, Boss of Hooligans remained as calm as an ancient well. Without a single word of extra reproach, he raised his hand and fired three shots.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three crisp gunshots tore through the dead silence.

"Useless trash. You have the nerve to come back alive after failing to protect him!"

He expressionlessly pulled out a white handkerchief and slowly wiped the muzzle and the warm blood that had splashed onto his hand.

"Ma San, regarding Fayao's matter, dig three feet into the ground if you have to, but find the root of it. Whoever touched my son, I want his whole family buried with him."

"Master, if it really is related to the japanese..." Ma San bowed slightly, lowering his voice even further. "Master, you know, we... currently still have some cooperation with them."

Boss of Hooligans' eyelid twitched violently, his pupils suddenly contracting as he lowered his head in thought.

After a few breaths, the pain of losing his son ultimately triumphed over everything.

He said fiercely, "I don't care if it's the Heavenly Emperor or the japanese.

Anyone who dares to touch my son—even if they're in the Palace of Yama, I'll dig them out!

Investigate. Investigate it to the very end, no matter who is involved.

If the Heavenly King himself blocks the way, crush him too!"

Boss of Hooligans' voice suddenly rose, carrying an indisputable and terrifying resolve.

"Yes, Master! Understood!" A sharp light burst from Ma San's eyes. Without any further hesitation, he turned and strode away.