Time flowed steadily, and days turned into nights, casting Ning Cheng into a tempestuous upheaval. Despite martial law and heightened police presence, the fringes and downtown streets of Ning Cheng remained a battleground, scenes of pursuit and violence playing out relentlessly.
"The Crocodile Gang at the docks has vanished again!"
"What? The White Tiger Gang was just wiped out, and now the Crocodile Gang? Could it be the Red Clothes Hall behind it?"
"Who else could it be but Hongyitang? They control the former Crocodile Gang territory now!"
"The pace is astonishing! Baiyun Pavilion and Hongyitang are systematically dismantling all the smaller gangs. Are they trying to eliminate all competition?"
"But won't these smaller gangs unite against them?"
"The news just in—Hongyitang has taken out the boss of the Stick Gang in Huanan Street at a KTV. Another move by the Red Clothes Hall!"
"Ning Cheng is in chaos..."
Whispers of apprehension reverberated among the scattered forces of Ning Cheng. The efficiency of Baiyun Pavilion and Hongyitang was unmatched. Within days, over ten small gangs were eradicated. Their precision was remarkable, and the targeted bosses were left bewildered, unable to react before facing swift execution.
Fear and uncertainty pervaded the underworld, forcing some to flee, hoping to escape the impending storm.
...
Meanwhile, Long Baiyun diligently pursued Fang Yan's instruction to contact wealthy businessmen daily.
"A treasure that cures cancer? Long President, today isn't April Fool's Day. You can't be joking on an international level!"
"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Long, but I underwent surgery in Huaguo by the most authoritative experts. My condition has improved significantly. Although I appreciate the sentiment, I'm already on the road to recovery."
"Congratulations, Mr. Long! I heard about the Xiaodao Gang's demise, and your success with Baiyun Pavilion and Hongyi Hall. I'll attend your banquet for sure. As for the 'cancer-curing' treasure, I'm curious to see what it's all about!"
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Despite Long Baiyun's efforts, skepticism loomed over the feasibility of a cancer-curing treasure. Cancer was viewed as a real, tangible ailment, not a mystical curse. The idea seemed far-fetched, and even Long Baiyun's skillful persuasion couldn't entirely sway them.
Nonetheless, Long Baiyun skillfully pivoted, inviting these influential figures to a grand celebration of Baiyun Pavilion's victory. Long Baiyun's reputation and personal invitation held weight, ensuring the attendance of these prominent guests.
Yet, uncertainty gnawed at Long Baiyun. He had invested his reputation and credibility in this endeavor. The success of Fang Yan's venture now weighed heavily on his shoulders.
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A week later, the opulent Longteng Building hosted a grand banquet, attended by dignitaries from the southern provinces and cities. Yu Linguang, representing the Longteng Building, extended a warm welcome to the distinguished guests.
Long Baiyun and Hong Jiu, embracing their roles as hosts, stood at the entrance, greeting the arriving guests. This event marked a pivotal juncture, where alliances would strengthen, and Fang Yan's scheme to generate wealth would unfold.
Among the guests, familiar faces exchanged greetings, exuding an air of camaraderie:
"President Long, greetings!"
"Mr. Hong, thank you for the invitation! Congratulations on your victory over the Xiaodao Gang. I'll definitely attend your celebration!"
The charismatic mingling of the affluent illuminated the entrance, showcasing Long Baiyun's prowess as a shrewd businessman.
As the evening progressed, the mingling of guests provided an opportunity for Long Baiyun to address his audience. Amidst the laughter and camaraderie, a dissonant voice intruded, breaking the jovial ambiance:
"Mr. Long, you never extended an invitation to me on such a momentous occasion? After years of dealing, we are half-friends, are we not?"
The discordant tone drew attention, casting an unexpected shadow over the celebration.