45: The Mad Garrol Gang (4.2K, please support!)

On the main road, aside from the dark mass of bodyguards, there wasn't a single outsider.

Jiang Feng walked up to the supercar; this time, he stood at the driver's side door.

Moli's eyes narrowed, the smile on her lips turning into a hint of annoyance, but Jiang Feng remained expressionless, his gaze sweeping lightly over her.

She bit her lip and conceded, opening the driver's side door. Watching Jiang Feng swagger inside, she deliberately didn't wait for the electric door to close, slamming it shut with a "bang."

Moli walked around the front of the car, opened the passenger door, gathered her skirt with both hands, and sat in.

Noli, behind them, widened her eyes, her gaze shifting between Jiang Feng and Moli. This was the first time she had ever seen Moli sitting in the passenger seat of her own car; apart from the salesperson, no one had ever sat in the driver's seat of this precious car of hers.

Not even Moli's mother, Alice, had ever done so.

Jiang Feng tapped the accelerator, and the supercar shot off like an arrow, leaving a trail of dust as it returned the way it came.

Noli hurriedly followed in her car. Soon, she realized that Jiang Feng was driving very steadily, not recklessly at all, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Watching the receding taillights, Aditya clenched his fingers into fists one by one. His gaze was practically trembling; the shame of being slighted by someone crawled through his veins like poison.

"Investigate for me!" He turned, screaming at the bodyguards standing with bowed heads before him.

"I want to know everything about that man! Every bitch he's slept with, every bite of food he's eaten!"

A bodyguard accidentally coughed.

Aditya's movements froze. The intersection, which should have been bustling, seemed to freeze instantly.

He turned slowly, a smile like a child discovering a new toy appearing on his face.

"Are you sick? Raju?" He asked softly, reaching out to stroke the contour of the bodyguard's stubbled cheek.

The bodyguard named Raju turned pale: "Young Master, it's just... just dust..."

Aditya had already circled him, his frame, a head shorter than the bodyguard, radiating a suffocating pressure.

"Dust?" He repeated, suddenly punching Raju in the abdomen.

"Around me?"

Raju bent over, dry heaving in pain.

Aditya grabbed his hair, forcing him to look up: "Do you know how my father treats unclean things?"

A glimmer of despair flashed in Raju's eyes. He opened his mouth, but no sound came from his throat.

"Very good." Aditya nodded with a smile.

For the next ten minutes, the entire intersection turned into a dark jungle, unmonitored and uncared for.

The other bodyguards stood like tombstones, their ears filled with the sounds of fists hitting flesh, bones breaking, and gradually weakening pleas for mercy.

The sirens of a patrol car wailed as it passed on the opposite street, and a helicopter from the Anti-Terrorism Mobile Unit swept overhead, only to turn back in front of an invisible wall.

"Damn it, what the hell did I just see?"

The helicopter pilot complained in his headset: "This is fucking just like 'Saw'!"

"Return to base. I won't repeat myself."

A cold voice came through the headset; the sweet female voice of the dispatch center had been replaced by someone else.

"Chief?" The pilot glanced at the co-pilot beside him, hesitating: "Don't we need to intervene?"

There was no sound in the headset, but the co-pilot beside him pulled the joystick, adjusted the airspeed, and explained casually.

"Forget it. You're an outsider, so you don't know. Among us locals, who isn't afraid of the 'Tiger of Garol'? Forget about his son acting recklessly; even if it were their family's butler, we wouldn't dare to interfere!"

"Who is the 'Tiger of Garol'? Why?" The pilot was incredulous.

"The boss of the Garol Gang, 'Bahubali'. He is the Tiger of Garol!"

"They heavily control the businesses of the poor and use them to work for lobbying groups. Relying on this, they've propped up quite a few councilmen who spend all day criticizing us and cutting our budget."

"Because of this, we are timid in everything we do, and everything is difficult."

The co-pilot sighed, and the helicopter turned away. The buildings below flashed by like blurry images, and the air rippled.

Behind the helicopter, six members of the Anti-Terrorism Mobile Unit wearing power exoskeletons remained silent, only their visors gleaming with cold light.

"Damn!" The pilot shook his head: "Before I retired, someone said coming here was pretty good..."

"You'll get used to it." The co-pilot laughed: "Beers are on me after work. You flew very steadily today; by the next mission, you should be able to fly independently."

"Bro, when we drink beer later, is your wife coming?"

"Get lost!"

"I was just asking... Why are you getting so worked up? You're really stingy."

"You're buying the beer!"

"Huh? Why like that..."

The helicopter disappeared into the horizon, and the wailing of the sirens was swallowed into the depths of the hot air, never to be heard again.

When Aditya finally stopped, his silk shirt was splattered with blood, but his face carried a satisfied flush.

"Clean it up."

Aditya shook the blood off his hands, stepped over Raju's motionless body, and turned to walk toward his hovercar.

"I want the information I asked for before dinner."

As the cars surrounded the young master and drove away, the bodyguards silently gathered around.

Two of them lifted their companion's corpse, while another cleaned the ground with a special spray.

"That's the seventh one." The oldest bodyguard whispered, his voice audible only to those nearby.

"This week."

The younger bodyguard just shook his head, his movements so slight they were almost invisible. In this world, some things are dangerous even to think about, especially regarding the Garol Gang... the boss's family.

He lifted Raju's head, thinking of his sick mother and delicate younger sister at home.

'I have no choice. I have no choice.'

Even if it was dangerous, his eyes still grew firm.

Because he could only see one path.

...

The fluorescent pink supercar carved a dazzling ribbon of light on the overpass.

Jiang Feng's fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, and the holographic navigation route floated before his eyes.

He didn't need to look at the navigation; he had driven this road several times and was quite familiar with it. If he counted the times he had driven it before, he could call himself an "old driver," and no one would object.

Jiang Feng needed to do something to distract himself because Moli's gaze was stabbing into his profile like a probe.

He turned on some music—low drumbeats, a melancholic saxophone, and the sound of light rain.

Perfect for staying silent.

Moli looked out the window, then quickly withdrew her gaze, stealing a glance at the man in the driver's seat for the "I don't know how many" time.

Jiang Feng's profile looked exceptionally sharp under the cold light of the dashboard, especially his weary eyes, which were as intoxicating as tobacco.

The car slid into the club's back alley and landed steadily in the bulletproof garage. Noli's car parked next to it, and the tall female bodyguard got out, standing side-by-side with Little Handsome, looking like parents picking up their kids from kindergarten.

However, if Noli was the parent, Little Handsome was at most a primary school student.

After all, since there was a parent nearly two and a half meters tall, naturally there was a 1.7-meter-tall primary school student.

Jiang Feng unbuckled his seatbelt, the "click" of the buckle breaking the silence of the journey.

"You look very focused when you drive." Moli's voice was so soft, like melting chocolate.

No one would ever guess that she was the future queen of the "Three Black Stockings Club."

Jiang Feng didn't answer, just glanced at her. Moli tried hard to guess, but she couldn't see through the expression on the man's face.

She felt a slight anger in her heart and pouted: "How long do you intend to stay silent?"

"Professional habit." Jiang Feng finally spoke, lifting his chin slightly: "When repairing things, getting distracted causes accidents."

"Then you..." Moli started to say, but suddenly stopped.

She thought of how focused Jiang Feng was when driving, that concentration and precision. For a moment, a rare trace of guilt flashed through her heart.

'This bad thing, he doesn't look like those greedy black market merchants or bloodthirsty gang members.'

'Did I go too far? After all, he still has family. What if the Garol Gang goes after them...'

But soon, this feeling she had never experienced before dissipated like fog on a window.

'Don't blame me, Jiang Feng.' She looked into Jiang Feng's eyes, whispering in her heart.

'In this city, you either use others or get used.'

'There is no other way to go.'

Jiang Feng turned to look at Moli and smiled slightly: "How is my role as a shield working out for you?"

Moli's fingernails unconsciously scratched the leather seat, making a faint sound. She didn't expect Jiang Feng to point it out so directly.

"I'm thinking, that Aditya person is probably investigating my background right now."

"I won't have much time soon. In three to four hours at most, someone will be planning to retaliate against me, to retaliate against my family."

Moli's eyelashes trembled slightly upon hearing this: "I said I owe you... I will handle this matter. I will make sure they understand the principle that trouble shouldn't reach the family."

Jiang Feng nodded imperceptibly, but he still wouldn't leave his family's safety in Moli's hands.

"Tell me, what's the deal with that fourth young master of the Garol Gang?"

Moli's smile stiffened, then slowly faded. She thought for a moment before speaking: "Aditya is a madman. His father, Bahubali, is even crazier."

"He inherited his father's cruelty and loves throwing people into the reactor's cooling pool."

"When they are fished out, the skin peels off like overcooked tomatoes."

"His father wants him to marry me to swallow the 'Three Black Stockings Club' through marriage, but my mother has withstood the pressure until now."

"But she is old, and she hasn't established authority for too long. Some people have started to disrespect her, which is why she agreed to let me learn to take over the business, to establish authority for her, to let everyone understand that the club is built on blood and bones, not castles in the air."

"But that beast..." Moli gritted her teeth: "He doesn't just want the club; he wants to lock me in his golden cage, raising me like a pet to show off and humiliate."

Jiang Feng stared at her, his eyes sharp: "So you pushed me out to make him shift his target?"

Moli's chest rose and fell slightly, but soon she regained that look of being in control of everything.

"So, yes, I used you."

Moli suddenly leaned closer—the white dress, the scent of perfume.

"But I owe you a favor, Jiang Feng." She paused: "A big favor."

"You can't deny that in this city, my 'favor' is worth more than most people's lives."

"Besides, you are not an ordinary person; you can handle it."

Under Moli's faint voice, she seemed to have decided something. Jiang Feng raised an eyebrow, tit-for-tat.

"How can I handle it?"

"Do you really need me to spell it out?" Moli sneered, pointing at Little Handsome outside the window.

"A 'Peregrine' robot, and it looks like it's 90% new."

"This isn't a 'hospice care' nursing robot, but military-grade hardware. Not to mention that few people in the entire slum have the connections to buy it, even if they could get their hands on it, a brand-new complete machine costs 400,000."

Jiang Feng's expression didn't change; he looked at Moli calmly, and the sneer on her face became more profound.

"I'll take a step back. Even if you bought parts to assemble it, even if there was no 'help from others' and you assembled it yourself, the connections, relationships, parts quotas, indicators, and technical strength required for this..."

"That really isn't something a partner of a repair company can handle!"

Moli shook her head slightly, her eyes meaningful: "Don't treat me like a vase, Mr. Jiang."

"I can bite!" Moli's eyes narrowed into long, thin slits, the lashes at the corners of her eyes curving.

Jiang Feng rested his hand on the armrest box and leaned in slightly. Moli was startled, thinking: 'Is he going to kiss me?'

She hesitated for a few seconds without dodging, even closing her eyes slightly.

The next second, Jiang Feng's voice sounded calmly: "Are you interested in the 'Peregrine'?"

Moli opened her eyes abruptly, looking at him in disbelief, screaming hysterically in her heart.

'This bad thing! Bad thing!'

On the surface, she composed herself, pretending to be nonchalant: "Why do you ask?"

"You don't have core strength in your hands. The club is just an empty shell. A large amount of cash passes through your hands, and a large amount of business has to be skimmed by you. Earning money so easily naturally makes people jealous."

Jiang Feng narrowed his eyes: "Perhaps your mother still holds a secret force, but at least in my view..."

Moli nervously gripped her hem, unable to wait to hear Jiang Feng's opinion.

"The club is between the old and the new, and the building is about to collapse."

Silence filled the car. Moli pursed her lips and leaned back against the seat. She toyed with her hem, staring at Jiang Feng's silhouette through the reflection of the center console. The Jiang Feng in the reflection was as calm as a mirror.

'He really isn't an ordinary person. Such insight, such ability—this is exactly what I need!'

'But, he's impenetrable. How on earth can I...'

Moli pondered endlessly, and in the end, all the tangled thoughts turned into one sentence.

'This bad thing!'

After a long time, she heard herself ask, her voice drier than she expected.

"What do you want?"

Jiang Feng opened the car door. The light from the garage ceiling cut in, illuminating his sharp profile.

"Information on the Garol Gang, information on the Iron Hand Gang, everything."

He climbed out of the supercar, his voice exceptionally calm: "Especially the data that cannot be found on the public network."

Moli followed him out, her heels tapping a crisp rhythm on the ground.

She watched Jiang Feng bend down to stroke Gold-Wrapped Silver's mechanical head, and the Robot Dog made an obedient electronic sound.

Some strange feeling suddenly gripped her heart.

She thought of the words her mother liked to say most: "Truly dangerous people never say they are dangerous."

Moli watched Jiang Feng's back as he left the garage, her eyes shining with brilliance.

'This is, a real man!'