Chapter 11 : The Jiuyou Association
Chapter 11: The Jiuyou Association
Colored lights flickered, rock music blared, and a well-built man lounged on the sofa, swaying his body while snapping his fingers to the rhythm.
His expression was arrogant. A scar ran across his left cheek, along with a dragon tattoo.
He was the leader of the Jiuyou Association—Jiu Ye.
“Boss, someone’s here to see you.” A blond-haired young man bent down, leaning close to Jiu Ye’s ear as he spoke.
“Who?” Jiu Ye replied, picking up a bottle from the table and taking a big swig before immersing himself back into the music.
“He wants to commission us for a job,” the blond man said. “Should I bring him in?”
“Handle it yourselves. You still need to report something this trivial to me?” Jiu Ye said indifferently.
The blond man, troubled, took out a cigarette, lit it, and continued, “He said he wants to deal with you personally—and he brought a one million deposit.”
Jiu Ye clicked his tongue. “Tch, what a hassle. Which family is he from?”
“The Wang family—the ones trending online recently,” the blond man replied. Narrowing his eyes, he added with a grin, “Boss, the Lighthouse has been strict lately. Why don’t we just rob him directly? Saves trouble.”
Before he could finish, he was smacked on the head.
“Get lost! We may not be good people, but if we do something that shameless and it gets out, how are we supposed to keep our reputation?”
“Boss, the Wang family’s reputation is already trash. We’d just be doing the public a favor,” the blond man said, rubbing the swelling on his head, looking aggrieved.
“Enough. Bring him in.” Jiu Ye’s expression instantly turned cold.
The oppressive aura made the blond man’s hair stand on end.
“Y-Yes, boss! I’ll go right away!”
The blond man opened the private room door. Wang Dachui, who had been waiting outside for quite some time, suppressed all his dissatisfaction—he didn’t dare show it.
The Jiuyou Association was one of Yandu’s five major factions. Only families with deep foundations could stand against them.
Moreover, this was someone else’s territory—he could only keep his head down.
“President Jiu, I’ve long heard of your name.” Wang Dachui sat across from Jiu Ye with a forced smile, bowing slightly.
“Speak. What is it that requires you to see me personally?” Jiu Ye asked expressionlessly, looking at him.
There was clear disdain in his gaze. Wang Dachui noticed it, yet still kept smiling. “I came not only to ask for your help, but also to discuss a potential cooperation.”
“Hahaha, cooperation?” Jiu Ye laughed.
Wang Dachui awkwardly laughed along.
“That’s right—cooperation.”
“Heh~” The smile vanished from Jiu Ye’s face, replaced by blatant contempt. “You can’t even weigh your own worth, yet you want to cooperate with us?”
“Our Wang family still has its foundation,” Wang Dachui said seriously.
“Oh?” Jiu Ye stood up, then casually sat down beside Wang Dachui, draping an arm over his shoulder. “Let’s hear it—what kind of ‘foundation’?”
“Help me with this first, and then I’ll tell you,” Wang Dachui said, placing a suitcase full of cash on the table and unlocking it. “This is the deposit.”
“Deal.”
A faint curve appeared at the corner of Jiu Ye’s lips. His smile was cold—chilling to the bone.
“But if, when the time comes, your bargaining chip doesn’t satisfy me… I’ll get angry.”
The rock music stopped. The air turned suffocatingly tense.
Wang Dachui suppressed his fear, his lips trembling as he said, “President Jiu, rest assured—I sincerely wish to cooperate.”
“Good. Then tell me—who do you want us to deal with?”
“Start with this person.” Wang Dachui took out Shen Yi’an’s information and slapped it onto the table.
Jiu Ye picked up the file and gave it a casual glance.
Plain and unremarkable—he looked introverted at a glance. No wonder he had been treated like a fool and used.
“Just this guy? You want to commission us for him?”
Wang Dachui gave a grunt of acknowledgement. He had originally thought of including Ye Yuyou as well, but after reconsidering, even with the Jiuyou Association’s strength, assassinating her might not be possible.
Besides, there was a high chance they would refuse.
As for Shen Yi’an—just an orphan with no one to rely on. If he died, no one would care.
“Once it’s done, I’ll introduce you, President Jiu, to a female celebrity—very beautiful,” Wang Dachui said with a grin.
Jiu Ye showed no interest whatsoever. Just a bunch of vulgar beauties—not worth as much as fine wine and cigarettes.
“Enough. You can leave. I’ll have someone handle it.”
“Alright, I’ll leave it to you.”
With that, Wang Dachui’s expression became much more relaxed as he quickened his pace toward the exit.
Only after stepping out of the underground bar did he finally slow down and let out a breath of relief.
Places like this always made him uneasy. But if they could truly establish cooperation with the Jiuyou Association, the Wang family might make a comeback.
As he thought this, Wang Dachui suddenly caught a faint fragrance.
It wasn’t like perfume—it was clear and refreshing, pleasant enough to soothe the mind.
He turned his head, looking at the woman who had just passed by him—and in that instant, he was utterly captivated.
She wore a black jacket as outerwear, with a midriff-baring top and denim shorts underneath.
Her figure was flawless, her beauty noble, breathtaking—beyond words.
“H-hey, beauty,” Wang Dachui swallowed and spoke.
Blinded by her looks, he didn’t even notice the unconscious guard lying in the corner to the left.
Shen Yi’an stopped in her tracks and cast him a cold glance.
“Beauty, it’s dangerous in there. If you want a drink, I know a good place,” Wang Dachui said, his gaze greedily sweeping over her stunning figure.
Shen Yi’an let out a cold laugh. She raised her leg and, at a speed invisible to the naked eye, kicked toward Wang Dachui’s abdomen.
The air trembled. Wang Dachui spat out blood, his body curling as he was sent flying half a meter away.
Looking at the unconscious Wang Dachui, Shen Yi’an remained calm as she walked into the underground bar.
There was no need to dirty her hands—death would soon come for him anyway.
As she stepped into the bar’s front area, waves of lecherous gazes instantly locked onto her.
“Beauty, who are you here to see? Or are you here for a drink?” the blond youth said with a grin as he approached Shen Yi’an.
It was the first time he had ever seen such a极品 woman—surely she could make one lose themselves in bliss.
The lackeys beside him also stared at Shen Yi’an with drooling desire, fantasizing about getting a share.
Shen Yi’an calmly swept her gaze across the Jiuyou members before stopping on a somewhat familiar face.
The man being stared at was both surprised and delighted. With a wicked grin, he said, “Beauty, need someone to drink with you?”
“Get lost. You think you’re worthy?” The blond youth, jealous, kicked the man aside and shot Shen Yi’an a flirtatious look. “Beauty, I’m one of the people in charge here. If you need anything, come to me—”
“Sure,” Shen Yi’an replied coldly.
Before the blond youth could react, her fist slammed into his face.
Teeth flew, blood sprayed, and his body spun 360 degrees in the air.
The surrounding crowd was stunned—then quickly drew their weapons.
Blades flashed.
Unhurried, Shen Yi’an drew the black blade at her waist.
In an instant, the aura she exuded shocked everyone present.
Yet relying on their numbers, the Jiuyou members still mustered the courage to charge at her.