Chapter 325: Revised: Chapter 324 Let’s go, Little 9
Come with me...
Come with me...
Go with him???
Everyone looked at the young man in surprise, puzzled as to what he meant. The young man slightly curled his lips, "Come with me, I promise that no one will worry about food and clothing again."
"I promise that no one will have to worry whether their gang will vanish completely in the next second."
"I promise that everyone will establish a family, have a prosperous life, how about it?"
Wang Xing, Wang Yue, and Liu Jin exchanged glances. Finally, Liu Jin stepped forward, "Do you want to run in the underworld?"
Bi Xia smiled lightly, "Not run, just to prevent future troubles like the Li Family Gang’s. So, I aim to be the biggest."
The biggest...
Wang Yue swallowed, "Honestly, we’re not an official gang. We scare people, we fight, we’re okay with that. But we don’t want to get involved in drugs... That’s why we’re just hanging around the factory outskirts..."
"That’s just perfect," Bi Xia said slowly, "I need people who don’t want to think about those things."
"If you don’t think about it, you won’t survive long in the underworld..." Wang Xing frowned.
Bi Xia suddenly jumped off the gambling table. She walked leisurely towards the crowd one step at a time. For some reason, although her steps looked very relaxed, they made everyone feel a bit terrified. It was that face under the baseball cap that couldn’t be seen clearly, that made everyone feel unsettled.
Suddenly, the young man stopped five meters away from them. Her cold voice rose slowly, "If it weren’t for the Li Family Gang, I wouldn’t think about entering this area and wading into these waters."
"However, the Li Family Gang taught me that sometimes, there are places and things that you can’t avoid, even if you want to. Many things are out of your control."
"So, rather than standing still and waiting for trouble to find you, it’s better to stand at the top and watch trouble not dare to approach you."
She slowly took off her baseball cap. In the light, the young man’s delicate and handsome face was revealed. Her deep, dark eyes seemed to contain endless starlight. Her red lips parted slightly, and she spoke word by word, "I will climb to the peak. Are you willing to build an underground empire in Qing City with me?"
In the future, when the young man truly stood at the peak, not only in Qing City but also when they revisited the starting point, looking at her, they recalled this day.
On this day, they seemed to see a hope, a seemingly impossible and arrogant hope appearing under the light, a hope of standing at the top with her...
They were immensely grateful that on this day, they didn’t hesitate or think too much. Maybe some of them were acting out of desperation, maybe some were fueled by a few passionate words, but they all said one thing—
"Yes."
The young man smiled slightly. Her deep eyes sparkled with an unseen blue, her red lips curved slowly, arms spreading wide, "Welcome to the Nine Pavilion. I am... Bi Xia."
And so, the Nine Pavilion, in an old abandoned factory, was born, consolidated under one young man’s vision, and officially established.
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After giving instructions to Wang Xing, Wang Yue, and Liu Jin, Bi Xia quickly drove a sports car to the hospital.
The ’Eighteen Good Men’ had already started to cool. When the elevator doors of the hospital opened, the moment Bi Xia stepped out, the strong smell of tobacco made her pause. She looked up slightly and saw Qin Zhan leaning lightly against the wall by the elevator door. A cigarette was between his fingers, white smoke curling as it left his thin lips. His phoenix eyes slightly lifted, gazing unblinkingly at Bi Xia standing in the elevator.
"Fourth Brother..." Bi Xia didn’t expect to see Qin Zhan here and didn’t know what to say for a moment. She had received a call from Qin Zhan on the way, and she told him she was dining with Xia Shi...
Qin Zhan ground out the cigarette and threw it into the trash. He silently looked at Bi Xia, his phoenix eyes sweeping over the ’Eighteen Good Men’ who no longer held warmth, finally landing on the small hand stained with dried blood.
After a long time, all his words turned into a sigh, "I told you not to get hurt, but you forgot again..."
He slowly approached the youth who had already stepped out of the elevator, gently ruffled her hair, his phoenix eyes full of tenderness, and softly said, "Let’s go, Little Nine."