Those Classmates who Suddenly Disappeared

That day, Lin Yue walked down the bustling street with a heavy heart, seemingly reluctant to face the events that were about to unfold. He glanced around at the passing crowd, making sure he wasn’t being followed, before slipping into a small alley.

The alley was cluttered with various items, somewhat untidy, and Lin Yue proceeded cautiously until he reached an iron door. After double-checking that he was unobserved, he knocked on the door.

The door opened, revealing a man familiar with Lin Yue who appeared somewhat impatient, "Why did it take you so long to come? The boss is nearly out of patience."

"Got held up by some things," Lin Yue entered and then descended down some steps, the dim lighting and humid environment sending shivers down one’s spine.

This was a little-known underground world where people ran gambling dens, fought in underground boxing, and conducted various trades. Lin Yue was part of it, just a punk who helped watch the place.

When Lin Yue reached the basement, he saw it was in disarray, many things overturned, which told him that someone had been there and trashed the venue.

A bald man with a gold necklace stood to the side, angrily ordering his subordinates around—this was the man known as the authority of this underground world, whom everyone called Brother Jin.

There were over ten venues like this one, which garnered unknown sums of earnings daily, a business coveted by many, and thus, it was always a target for others to provoke under various pretexts.

Lin Yue approached and carefully greeted, "Brother Jin, I’m here."