vrcanaries Chapter 1234: Those who obey me prosper, those who defy me perish.
Chapter 1234: Those who obey me prosper, those who defy me perish.
At the same time, Lin Lang had already arrived on the third floor of the Drunken Dream Nightclub in stealth mode.
Seeing several members of the Four Seas Gang guarding the door of a private room at the end of the corridor, Lin Lang walked over like a ghost.
He used his ability to pass through walls to enter Yang Xiong's private room without anyone noticing.
The music in the private room was deafening, pounding down like a hammer, with a tempo so fast it made your heart race. The lights in the room flickered, making the shadows inside appear shattered.
Yang Xiong was slumped in the middle of the sofa, with two heavily made-up Taiwanese girls on his left and right, his head tilted to one side, an unnatural smile on his lips, and his eyes unfocused as if they were covered by a layer of mist.
The two girls weren't in much better shape. Their hair was a mess, plastered to their faces, and they were swaying unconsciously to the rhythm of the music, humming off-key tunes. They were clearly out of their minds.
The three of them were clearly high on drugs, completely immersed in hallucinations.
Several empty wine bottles were scattered on the coffee table, but the most eye-catching item was a transparent bag containing half a packet of small, colorful pills that gleamed eerily in the dim light.
Lin Lang's gaze lingered on the bag for a moment, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
As he walked over, Yang Xiong seemed to sense the movement, mumbled something indistinctly, and waved his hand excitedly.
Lin Lang didn't speak. He first took out a pair of gloves from his personal space and put them on. Then he bent down and picked up a few pills from the transparent bag.
This is to ensure that no fingerprints are left.
Under the cover of the music, Lin Lang suddenly grabbed Yang Xiong's chin, shoved the pill into his mouth, and quickly covered his mouth with his other hand.
Yang Xiong's throat moved, and his eyes widened slightly as if he wanted to struggle, but his body was too weak to exert any strength, so he was forced to swallow the pill.
Lin Lang released his grip, straightened up, stepped aside, and looked at him coldly.
Within minutes, Yang Xiong's face suddenly turned deathly pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his body began to convulse uncontrollably, white foam spilled from the corners of his mouth, his eyes rolled back, and he soon went still, collapsing onto the sofa like a lump of mud.
The electronic music in the private room was still blaring.
The two Taiwanese girls, who were also having a great time, were still immersed in their own world. One was still laughing foolishly, and the other was shaking her head with her eyes closed, completely unaware that Yang Xiong, the leader of the Sihai Gang, had already passed away.
Lin Lang sneered, turned around and used his wall-penetrating technique to leave the room. The light in the corridor reflected his calm and expressionless profile, as if nothing had just happened.
Lang Ge disappeared into the Drunken Dream Nightclub like a ghost.
About half an hour later, a waitress appeared in the third-floor corridor carrying drinks.
However, when she gently pushed open the door, the scene before her eyes horrified her—Yang Xiong was lying lifeless on the ground, his eyes closed and his face as pale as paper.
It was clear that he had overdosed on drugs and had lost vital signs.
The other two heavily made-up Taiwanese girls were still immersed in their own world, rambling incoherently and moving their bodies to the rhythm of the music, grinning strangely.
The sudden turn of events left the waitress completely bewildered. She instinctively let out a sharp, piercing scream that echoed throughout the corridor.
The scream immediately attracted the attention of the Four Seas Gang members waiting outside the door. They all became alert and realized that something serious might have happened.
Immediately afterwards, several thugs rushed into the private room without hesitation, wanting to find out what was going on.
When they stepped into the room, their gazes fell upon Yang Xiong's cold, stiff body.
After confirming that Yang Xiong's carotid artery had stopped beating and that he had stopped breathing, everyone couldn't help but gasp.
"I rely on!"
"The boss is dead!"
One of the underlings screamed, his face filled with shock and fear.
Another thug was so nervous he was incoherent: "Quick... call Brother Biao and ask him what we should do now!"
After saying that, a member of the Four Seas Gang frantically pulled his phone out of his pocket, his fingers trembling uncontrollably with extreme panic.
After finally finding Zhang Biao's number and pressing the call button, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then anxiously said into the phone, "Hey~ Brother Biao, something bad has happened!"
"The boss got into trouble on the third floor of the Drunken Dream Nightclub. He overdosed on drugs and died! You need to come over here right now and see how to clean up this mess!"
Zhang Biao's fingers tightened as he held the phone. He was startled, not expecting the mysterious man to actually keep his word and collect his boss's body that very night.
After a brief moment of surprise, Zhang Biao's face broke into an undisguised smile of excitement.
He suppressed his joy at about to become the leader of the Four Seas Gang, and said in a dramatic, tearful voice, "What? What the hell are you talking about? How could the boss suddenly die?"
"It really is Brother Biao!"
"How could I dare to talk about something like this? My brothers don't know what to do!"
"Brother Biao, come quickly to the Drunken Dream Nightclub to clean up the mess!"
"Okay, don't panic, I'll bring people over right away." After hanging up the phone, Zhang Biao couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Hahaha... I can finally become the boss of the Four Seas Gang!"
It really proves the saying: few people in this world are loyal.
The next morning, in a tea restaurant facing the street in Hsinchu, Taiwan, sunlight streamed through the glass windows and onto the wooden dining table.
Lin Lang held a copy of the "Taiwan Morning Post" between his fingers. The bold headline on the front page was particularly glaring: "Four Seas Gang Leader Suspected of Overdose, Dies Suddenly in Nightclub Room."
His gaze swept calmly over the report, his fingertips lightly tracing the edge of the newspaper.
"Honey, breakfast is served. Stop staring at the newspaper."
Wang Xinling, sitting across from Lin Lang, nudged his arm and said in a sweet voice, "Come and try some! These are all Taiwanese specialties. I ordered a little of everything. I'm sure you'll find something you like."
Lin Lang looked up and his gaze fell on the breakfast spread across the table.
Steaming hot oyster omelets, golden and crispy Taiwanese sausage wrapped in sticky rice, crispy Taiwanese egg pancakes rolled with fried dough sticks, a bowl of milkfish soup sprinkled with cilantro, a few small pieces of red bean wheel cakes and a glass of iced winter melon tea on the side.
Brightly colored food steams hot, mingling with the subtle aroma of tea, making the morning atmosphere exceptionally warm and inviting.
Lin Lang closed the newspaper, folded it neatly, and set it aside. He gave Wang Xinling a gentle smile and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
As he spoke, he picked up his chopsticks and first took a piece of oyster omelet. The tender oysters were coated in a chewy batter and dipped in sweet and spicy sauce. One bite was a combination of freshness and spiciness, with a rich texture.
"Mmm, this is delicious." Lin Lang's eyes lit up, and he took another bite of the egg pancake. "Crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, it's chewier than the ones I've had before."
Wang Xinling smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons: "Eat more if you like, and order more if you're still hungry. This restaurant's milkfish soup is also excellent, would you like to try it?"
Lin Lang scooped a spoonful of fish soup into his mouth. The tender fish meat mixed with the thick soup, with a faint ginger aroma, instantly warmed his stomach.
"Mmm, delicious! You really can't find such authentic Taiwanese-style breakfast in Shanghai," Lin Lang couldn't help but praise.
While eating breakfast with a smile, Wang Xinling said gratefully, "Honey, thank you for personally making the trip to Taiwan to save my brother."
Lin Lang replied gently, "We're all family, no need for thanks. Your brother is my brother too."
"Hehe... Husband, you're so good to me!" Wang Xinling picked up a red bean wheel cake and fed it to Lin Lang.
After tasting it, Lin Lang praised it highly, saying, "This red bean wheel cake is quite delicious."
Just as Wang Xinling was about to say something, she inadvertently saw the news in the newspaper about the sudden death of the leader of the Sihai Gang. She couldn't help but ask in a low voice with an exaggerated expression, "Honey, how did Yang Xiong, the leader of the Sihai Gang, die? Could it be that you did it?"
Lin Lang feigned ignorance and replied, "Look closely at the headlines in the newspaper. Yang Xiong is suspected of dying from a drug overdose. What does that have to do with me?"
Wang Xinling said in a low voice with some doubt, "But honey, after you rescued my brother from the Drunken Dream Nightclub last night, you went back to settle scores with Yang Xiong, the leader of the Four Seas Gang, didn't you?"
Lin Lang lied and said, "I looked for Yang Xiong again at the Drunken Dream Nightclub, but I couldn't find which private room he was in. I left because it was too late and I was quite tired."
"I was planning to settle accounts with Yang Xiong during the day, but I didn't expect that bastard got too high last night and died. Maybe this is what they mean by 'the wicked get their just desserts'." Lin Lang grinned wickedly.
Wang Xinling said with lingering fear, "That's better, so I won't be worried when you go to settle accounts with the Four Seas Gang."
"Honey, it seems the rumors circulating online that people who offend you will die mysteriously are true!"
Lin Lang tactically took a sip of the chilled winter melon tea and replied perfunctorily, "It's all just a coincidence, there's no such exaggerated thing."
Wang Xinling smiled sweetly with her eyes narrowed, looked at Lin Lang with a scrutinizing gaze, and asked curiously, "Honey, you still haven't told me how you managed to transport me from the mainland to the basement of the Drunken Dream Nightclub in Taiwan in an instant?"
Lin Lang raised an eyebrow and replied in a low voice, "To tell you the truth, I possess many extraordinary abilities, including the ability to travel through time and space."
Upon hearing this, Wang Xinling suddenly lost her appetite for breakfast and exclaimed in a low voice, "Really? What kind of superpowers do you have, honey?"
Lin Lang raised an eyebrow and gestured with his chin, indicating that Wang Xinling should look out the window.
"Honey, do you believe I can make the weather turn cloudy and start raining anytime?"
Looking at the clear sky outside the tea restaurant window, Wang Xinling shook her head and said, "I don't believe it. It's sunny outside, how could it suddenly rain?"
Without saying a word, Lin Lang quietly activated the "Weather Summoning Spell - Rain".
The next second, the sunlight outside the window seemed to be suddenly pulled away by an invisible hand, and the once azure sky was quickly covered by leaden gray clouds, with a cool breeze sneaking in through the window cracks.
In the blink of an eye, large raindrops began to pound against the glass, forming streaks of water that quickly wove together into a dense, impenetrable curtain of rain, enveloping the entire street in a hazy mist.
"Wow!" Wang Xinling exclaimed, covering her mouth in surprise. Her eyes widened as she leaned closer to the window to look at the sudden downpour outside. "It's really raining! How can this be so amazing?"
Lin Lang picked up the winter melon tea and took another sip. Looking at Wang Xinling's shocked expression, a smile played on his lips: "Do you believe me now?"
Wang Xinling suddenly turned her head to look at Lin Lang, her eyes filled with incredulous excitement, and whispered in astonishment, "Husband, you're amazing! You can actually control the wind and rain, how did you do that?"