Chapter 43 - Eliminating West Street (1/2)

Song Ye was not a kind-hearted person, and she would never ask for trouble by indulging her enemies. Usually, when she discovered things were abnormal, she would choose to strike first and eliminate the threat before anything could happen.

West Street had ordered this group of hooligans to come and create trouble at the bar. When she made one of them as an example to the others, a vendetta had already been formed between Song Ye and the West Street gangs. Outsiders were observing the Night Gang as the new owner of the Land Tiger gang. Those small gangs at West Street had been coveting the chance to share their loot. Now would be the perfect time to strike while the iron was still hot. It would be easy to eliminate them one by one because they were not united.

The hair-raising evening finally came to an end after they were done discussing their battle plan.

When this night was over, word would spread across the whole Cloud City. One could afford to offend anyone else but not the Night Gang. If one did, one would lose one’s life.

Whenever one spoke about the boss of the Night Gang, one would address him respectfully as ‘Master Night’.

“Master Night. Master Ye. Haha… what a stroke of luck! It fits you perfectly.” Xu Zihang kept harping on it after that with a look of agreement.

Song Ye remained indifferent about what outsiders were saying. She continued to act as she wished.

One night after she sent Yun Hua back to the jewelry store, she had gone back to the guest house later. However, she noticed someone was spying on her from a distance. The lady boss of the guest house stopped her at the reception area just as she was about to take a look.

“Hey. Are you going in or not, Ms. Song? I have been waiting for ages for you to come back. I feel so sleepy.” The lady boss saw Song Ye in a server’s uniform, and a look disdain flashed across her eyes. She probably thought Song Ye was doing some dirty work. Even the way she spoke was impolite.

Song Ye was positive that no one had recognized her at the bar earlier in her disguise. That should also be the case when she was on her way back, too.

With that thought, she shifted her attention back, glanced at the fat middle-aged woman, and went into her room wordlessly.

It might be time to look for a proper place to stay.

For the rest of the week, Song Ye continued to leave early and return late at night. She would spend her time after school hours in various bars to make queries about the underground network in search of a source for K powder.

However, all her efforts had been in vain until one week later. Xu Zihang had penetrated West Street’s small gangs with other members. He brought back a briefcase during one of the negotiations. It was at that moment when Song Ye understood why Zhou Zheng dared not make his move on West Street.

“He wasn’t afraid of the firepower from West Street. He was more worried he would sever ties with his supplier and put an end to his business dealings.” Song Ye tossed a packet of white powder-like substance back into the briefcase. She gathered that the small gangs at West Street were probably Zhou Zheng’s underground network for smuggling these things. The guns she had taken previously might come from West Street, too.

The men seated at the table looked at each other. For a moment, they were silent. More than a dozen pairs of eyes locked on the substance in the briefcase wordlessly.

They knew these were harmful drugs. Moreover, Xu Zihang’s younger[a] sister had lost her life over these things, too.

Alas, he had been quiet throughout. He even sat with his eyes closed, not exchanging looks with anyone.

Naturally, no one dared to offer any suggestions to Song Ye because Xu Zihang remained silent. After all, she was capable of murder. It wouldn’t be impossible if she decided to have a hand in the drug business.

Song Ye was exceptionally calm as she reached out to close the briefcase while the rest remained quiet. She pushed the case right in front of Xu Zihang. “Hand this over to the police. We will sit and wait to reap the rewards in this war.”

In her opinion, they could do without the revenue from the drug business. Besides, this pool of water was too deep and unsuitable for the Night Gang to swim in. It would be better for them if the credit went to the police. That would pave the way for the gang and smoothen things once the police knew the gang was the mastermind for this contribution.