This is a rundown narrow alley, utterly different from the bustling street ahead.

Or rather, the two can’t even be compared together.

The people who frequent this alley are either local thugs or some homeless drifters.

Even when a few figures appeared ahead, Le Dahai didn’t think much of it, assuming they were like him, returning drunk from outside.

Humming a song, he continued forward.

It wasn’t until he faced a few people directly did he realize they had no intention of making way.

With drunken, blurry eyes, Le Dahai looked up at them, muttering with foul language, "Can’t you see? Get out of the way and let me through!"

"Bang!"

Just as he finished speaking, someone kicked him down to the ground.

The few men standing before Le Dahai were specifically laying in wait for him.

Seeing their target, they acted without a word.

After Le Dahai was kicked down, the others immediately moved to hold him, giving him no chance to struggle.

"Who are you people? What are you trying to do?!"

Pinned helplessly to the ground, Le Dahai sobered up significantly, his complexion changing.

Unfortunately, in this dark alley, no one could see.

The man who had kicked him earlier pulled out a dagger from his waist at the back.

He stepped forward, squatted in front of Le Dahai.

The blade in his hand gleamed sharply, causing sweat to bead on Le Dahai’s forehead.

Le Dahai pleaded, "Big brother, we can talk, we can talk. Just tell me what you want, I—"

"Shut up!" The other interrupted impatiently. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Get him up for me."

The men holding Le Dahai quickly lifted him off the ground.

"Big brother, do you want money or something else? Let’s talk it out." Le Dahai was genuinely frightened.

Having frequented such sketchy places for years, he knew these men must have a demand.

The man standing opposite Le Dahai spoke in a chilling voice, "We are paid to resolve issues. In the Underworld, don’t blame us for being ruthless."

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved.

The dagger in his hand went towards Le Dahai.

A real "white knife in, red knife out" scenario.

The man stabbed several times, the intense smell of blood enveloping everyone’s nostrils, quickly spreading in this decrepit, dark alley.

Mixed with the stench of garbage around, the smell was dizzyingly intense.

To prevent Le Dahai from shouting, his mouth was tightly covered.

From beginning to end, he didn’t make a sound.

As his breathing weakened, they tossed him to the ground and dispersed in different directions.

"Meow, meow, meow—"

In the quiet alley, the sound of stray cats echoed again.

Le Dahai lay on the cold ground, eyes wide open, feeling his blood flowing out faster.

But he was powerless, not even able to cry for help.

"Click, click, click—"

Footsteps approached, unmistakably the sound of a woman’s heeled shoes striking the ground.

A pair of black leather shoes appeared in front of Le Dahai. He tried to look up but had no strength at all.

Knowing he couldn’t see her, Le Jiani bent down slightly.

"Le Dahai, how does it feel to spend my money?"

"Ah, ah, ah—"

Hearing her voice, Le Dahai’s body on the ground started convulsing uncontrollably.

Seeing his vulnerable side, Le Jiani’s face twisted with satisfaction and madness, "Hahaha... So you have your day too! Get up, come hit me if you can!"