Super Zoo

'Brother Ten'—these two words seemed to possess some kind of magic to the group of gangsters led by Ji Xiang.

'Brother Ten' is an interesting moniker, generally used to address someone who is the tenth in birth order in their family.

In Xiangjiang, and in fact throughout the country, it is extremely rare to find a family with ten sons.

And in the underworld, there is only one such family.

Even though this name, this person, hasn't appeared in the underworld for a long time, the name still stands as an unshakable banner in the underworld. To the younger generation like Ji Xiang, it represents an almost godlike figure.

The youngsters with dyed yellow hair, only sixteen or seventeen years old, didn't think much of it, assuming that Suming was merely calling someone over the phone. This was Shenghe turf, and no matter how many people the other party called, it would be useless, prompting them to stare at Suming even more provocatively;

But for a veteran gangster like Ji Xiang who had been in the underworld for many years, hearing this title caused his expression to change dramatically.

Just a few seconds before, Ji Xiang was determined to put Suming to death, but he suddenly came to a halt, looking puzzled.

An outsider, with 'Brother Ten's phone number, a private number at that, and directly talking with 'Brother Ten'?

Speaking in a tone that suggests they are friends?

How could this be possible? How old was this guy, not even 25, to be friends with Brother Ten? What was his seniority?

A stream of doubts flooded Ji Xiang's mind.

He couldn't help but speculate, Long Wu might have long since left the quagmire of the underworld, but his influence among the so-called Xiangjiang societies had only grown, not diminished. Xiangjiang societies were waning, and had this been twenty-some years ago, although Xinji was dominant, not every society would have given in to Xinji's influence. Among the big four, any one of them had the power to challenge Xinji—naturally, that didn't mean they were guaranteed to win. Large-scale armed conflicts between the big four would have definitely drawn the intervention of the British Government, so, overall, peace was maintained despite daily minor skirmishes.

But now, the situation was different. The once glorious big four had long since declined, and mass street fights defying the law by thousands were impossible to reenact. The truly powerful bosses had turned to legitimate business, no longer concerning themselves with underworld affairs. Even those who still mingled in the underworld, like Ji Xiang, the most prominent among the younger brash generation, could only muster a few dozen men at best. And of those few dozen, most were just for show, with very few who were actually willing to fight and kill.

In such an environment, 'Brother Ten', who was the first to renounce his dark past and support the stability of Xiangjiang, still had a voice in the underworld even though he was no longer active. His influence was akin to that of an underworld emperor.

Although he normally wouldn't speak up for underworld matters anymore, if this young man was indeed a friend of 'Brother Ten'... Ji Xiang couldn't bear that consequence, Ji Xiang's boss couldn't bear it, and Shenghe as of today couldn't bear it either.

But if he let the other party walk away today, word would get out that several mainlanders trashed a car right in front of Ji Xiang and scared him stiff with a phone call—a call of dubious authenticity. If Ji Xiang backed down tamely, he could never hold his head up high again.

Ji Xiang's mind raced, and he pointed at Suming with a sneer, "Trying to bluff me with Brother Ten's name? Do you think I'll believe you just because you call someone 'Brother Ten' over the phone as you please?"

Having said that, as if to underscore his own words, he let out a few forced chuckles.

But it was clear to all that Ji Xiang, who had been full of bluster moments ago, was subdued by the mention of Brother Ten.

Cui Bijia, holding his swollen face, stealthily sized up Suming, doubt brimming in his eyes.

Contrary to Ji Xiang's thoughts, Cui Bijia was overjoyed, feeling his slap was well worth it.

Not only had he ingratiated himself with this young boss, but he might also have the chance to connect with 'Brother Ten'.

Cui Bijia was well aware of who Brother Ten was. Aside from his underworld identity, the man was the biggest tycoon in the Xiangjiang entertainment industry, standing unchallenged for years. Huaxia Star was a venerable company in the circle, wealthy and powerful. If he could catch the company's eye, and even get a slight push, he dared not dream of becoming famous across Huaxia, but securing a place in the Xiangjiang Film and Television Circle was definitely within reach.

It was too good to be true. He had wanted only to catch a big carp, yet ended up hooking a colossal grouper!

Now, his only hope was that this young boss wasn't actually bluffing with Brother Ten's name, pretending to know people he didn't. That would spell big trouble, not just for Ji Xiang, but even Brother Ten himself would not spare such an imposter.

And he might even be implicated for having spoken in the man's favor before, getting slapped for nothing, and potentially facing further repercussions.

Suming, the person in question, paid no mind to the attention he was under, happily chatting away on the phone.

"Hey, have you talked enough?" Ji Xiang inhaled deeply.

"Alright," Suming responded to the phone before handing it over to Ji Xiang, "Kid, you're famous now. Someone wants to talk to you."

Ji Xiang hesitated, put down the knife he was holding in his right hand, and took the phone with his left hand sheepishly. His voice was slightly rough as he carefully said "Hello," and added, "Who's this? I'm Ji Xiang from Shenghe..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds before a somewhat calm middle-aged male voice spoke, "My surname is Xiang."

"Brother Ji?" Ji Xiang asked uncertainly.

On the other end of the phone, the person didn't answer him directly, but simply said, "The person who gave you the phone is my friend. I don't want any accidents to happen to him, no matter whose gang territory he's on. Right, that's it."

After saying that, without waiting for Ji Xiang to say anything, the call was disconnected, leaving Ji Xiang holding his phone dumbfoundedly, listening to the busy tone coming from the other end.

Ji Xiang's face turned alternately green and red. Holding the phone for quite a few seconds, he finally gritted his teeth and handed the phone back to Suming.

"Let's go!" Ji Xiang muttered, turning around to leave with his underlings.

The underlings looked at each other, wondering who was on the phone with the boss. A single call had scared away the famously tough Shenghe Jixiang; who on earth was the other party? They looked at Ji Xiang with different eyes than before, some with contempt.

But a few seasoned underlings had a different take; if the person on the phone really was that individual, Ji Xiang hadn't lost face today. In the current Xiangjiang underworld, no hotshot gangster dared to talk back to that person. Even to go so far as to say, getting a personal call from that person could become a bragging right in the future.

Even Ji Xiang, amidst his anger and helplessness, had a similar thought: Although he had lost face today, the opportunity to speak directly with Brother Ten, was absolutely unique among the young generation of Xiangjiang gangsters.

If one could spend 500,000 for such an opportunity, many ambitious gangsters would be willing to pay without hesitation.

Cui Bijia subconsciously moved a step closer to Suming's side, looking as if she were on the same team as Suming.

Hou Longtao and Song Lulu in the car were both a little stunned, staring at Suming in disbelief. Who had he called? With just a few words, he had scared off the menacing gangsters?

Lin Mu, having been in the film and television circle for a while, guessed around seventy to eighty percent of the situation. He knew Suming was somewhat acquainted with the chairman of Huaxia Star, but he hadn't expected their relationship to be so significant. For someone like Long Wu who had retired from the scene, borrowing money might be easy, but getting him to speak up about the underworld affairs again, was definitely not something ordinary relations could achieve.

Suming paid no mind to what others were thinking and shouted at Ji Xiang's retreating figure, "Wait a moment."

"What else do you want?!" Ji Xiang asked, turning around with a face ashen with anger.

Suming pointed at the wrecked Maserati still parked in the parking space, "Why is this car still here? It's just taking up a spot for nothing. Please move it. I need to park my car."

Ji Xiang's mouth twitched a couple of times, his eyelids jumping.

This is just too much!

"Fine, fine, Daozai, take the car to the repair shop." It took a lot of effort for Ji Xiang to restrain his urge to cut down the young man in front of him. In the end, Ji Xiang waved to the underling who first parked the car. With things at this point, the face he had lost was lost; any further action would not bring it back but only severely offend Brother Ten, an outcome not worth the trouble.

Daozai dug out the keys and pressed the door lock button several times. The battered Maserati, looking as if it had come from a scrap yard, emitted a few pitiful 'beeps—probably the electronics were damaged in the shaking. The car door shuddered, but just wouldn't open.

Daozai, helpless and not knowing what to do, stood by the car.

"Let's be thorough with our good deeds, shall we? I'll give you another hand," Suming offered cheerfully, bent down, grabbed the bottom of the car door which was only lifted twenty centimeters before it stopped, and pulled up forcefully with both hands.

An earsplitting screech followed, and the entire car door was yanked off by Suming, held in his hand like a strangely-shaped shield. He gestured toward the doorless car with his chin, "OK, get in and drive off."

Daozai's eyes nearly popped out, and Ji Xiang's heart bled once again.

Fuck your mother! Who asked for your 'help'?

What was initially a repair job of a few hundred thousand now might cost as much as buying a new car!

Gangsters are poor, ah. Ji Xiang had struggled for so many years, his combined savings barely enough for a car like that, Suming's action was more painful than a knife cut, sending him straight back to the days before his liberation.

"Go, go, don't let me see this car again..." With a heart full of pain, Ji Xiang waved Daozai off and left first with his men hanging their heads. If he stayed any longer, he really didn't know what else the other party might do to provoke him.

Despite heavy damage to the exterior, the Maserati's engine was fine—it could still be driven. Daozai steered skillfully out of the parking space, his movements smooth. Just a few meters after he started driving, both side mirrors and a door fell off spectacularly, along with glass shards and other pieces, scattering all over the ground.

Under the shocked gazes of many passersby on the street, the nearly three million worth Maserati, like an old worn-out tractor a breath away from falling apart, groaned under stress and, trailing black smoke, trembled away into the distance...

"Old Su, please do me another favor and use your Cloud-Pushing Palm to move the Toyota into the parking space," Lin Mu said, shaking his head jokingly.

"Get lost, I'm low on Inner Strength; I need to eat some hotpot to replenish," Suming replied with a roll of his eyes, while Lin Mu chuckled and drove the Toyota van into the parking spot.