Chapter 207: Zhou Yuan Appears

But right now, saving them was what mattered. Yang Xun didn’t overthink it, focusing all his attention on the situation at hand.

Yang Cai was still in their hands; he couldn’t afford a single mistake.

Time slowly ticked by.

The night wind on the rooftop made their clothes whip and snap. With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Scarface leisurely blew out clouds of smoke, acting as if he had everything under control.

Yang Cai was curled up on the ground, occasionally looking up at Yang Xun, her eyes filled with fear and reliance.

Mi Ting and Chen Xiafang huddled close together, biting their lips to keep from crying out.

「About ten minutes later.」

"RING, RING, RING!"

Yang Xun’s phone rang. The caller ID showed Yue Feifei.

"The items have been delivered. They’re just downstairs from the KTV."

Yue Feifei’s voice came from the other end of the line when he answered.

"Okay, I got it."

After hanging up, Yang Xun strode to the edge of the rooftop. He placed his hands on the railing and leaned over to look down.

Sure enough, a white van was parked in the empty lot below, surrounded by a dozen or so burly men.

All of them wore black masks, completely obscuring their faces.

But even from such a distance, Yang Xun recognized Zhou Yuan’s figure among the crowd at a glance.

Zhou Yuan was standing beside the van. Though he was also wearing a mask, his upright posture and unique aura made him instantly recognizable to Yang Xun.

Seeing this, Yang Xun felt a little more at ease.

’Zhou Yuan came in person!’

’It seems the Cyan Dragon Gang is going to deal with this traitor, Scarface, once and for all.’

"Well?"

Scarface’s voice came from behind him.

Yang Xun turned around. Scarface had already stubbed out his cigarette and was slowly walking over. He stood at the edge of the rooftop and looked down.

His gaze swept over the van and the dozen or so masked men below. In a flat tone, he asked, "Are those your people?"

"Yeah."

Yang Xun nodded, his expression calm. "Everything’s in the van. Shall we go down and take a look?"

Scarface retracted his gaze and turned to Yang Xun. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips as he nodded lightly.

"Sure. Let’s go down together and take a look."

Scarface’s tone was incredibly nonchalant. He didn’t sound like a man about to reclaim over a billion in stolen goods; rather, he sounded like he was discussing some trivial matter.

Yang Xun glanced at him but said nothing more.

Soon, the entire group had arrived in the first-floor lobby.

Scarface walked in front. Yang Cai and the two other girls were shielded behind Yang Xun, while Sun Rao followed at the very back, her expression complicated.

The van slowly drove into the lobby.

After the engine cut out, the doors opened. The dozen or so masked men lined up on either side, surrounding the van.

Scarface led a few of his men forward and pulled open the back doors of the van.

The moment the doors opened, a van packed to the brim with antique calligraphy and paintings came into view.

Famous calligraphy, blue-and-white porcelain, jade ornaments... piece after piece of priceless treasure was stacked neatly inside the vehicle.

Scarface casually reached in, picked up a scroll, and unrolled it for a look. Then he picked up a porcelain vase and inspected it from all angles.

After confirming everything was in order, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He looked at Yang Xun and smiled.

"You’re smart. Didn’t try any tricks."

Yang Xun didn’t reply. Out of the corner of his eye, he discreetly glanced at Zhou Yuan in the crowd.

Though Zhou Yuan was wearing a mask, his eyes were locked onto Scarface, blazing with a thick fury like two balls of fire.

Clearly, Zhou Yuan hated the traitor Scarface to the bone.

Yang Xun understood. He knew that as soon as Yang Cai, Mi Ting, and Chen Xiafang were out of danger, the real battle would begin.

"Now that you have your things,"

Yang Xun stared directly at Scarface and said in a low voice, "Shouldn’t you let my sister and her friends go?"

Originally, Yang Xun had expected Scarface to make more demands or deliberately make things difficult.

"Let them go."

But to his utter surprise, Scarface simply snapped his fingers nonchalantly.

The four gunmen immediately released Yang Cai and the other two girls, holstered their pistols, and retreated behind Scarface.

Yang Cai was the first to react, scrambling toward Yang Xun.

"Brother!!"

Mi Ting and Chen Xiafang followed right behind her. The three of them practically threw themselves behind Yang Xun at the same time.

Yang Cai clung tightly to Yang Xun’s arm, trembling like a leaf as tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.

Yang Xun quickly scanned the three of them.

’No external injuries. Their clothes are intact.’

’No signs of being beaten or assaulted.’

’All three of them are unharmed.’

Seeing this, the unease in Yang Xun’s heart didn’t fade. Instead, it grew even stronger.

’A man as ruthless as Scarface just threw Huang Qi from the sixth floor without a moment’s hesitation.’

’And now he’s releasing the hostages this easily?’

’Without a single extra word?’

’Something’s wrong!’

’Something is very wrong!!’

Yang Xun’s brow furrowed tightly, his gaze locked on Scarface’s scarred face.

’What the hell is this guy planning?’

"Our business here is done."

Scarface shoved his hands into his suit pockets. He glanced nonchalantly at Yang Xun and the dozen or so masked men, raising an eyebrow. "Aren’t you all leaving?"

Just then, Zhou Yuan took a step forward.

He raised a hand and gave a slight wave.

Instantly, two of his men strode to the lobby’s main entrance and, with a CLANG, locked the heavy iron doors from the inside.

All the masked men simultaneously removed their black masks.

A dozen or so young, cold faces were revealed under the lights.

Zhou Yuan stood at the forefront, his handsome face etched with anger and disappointment. He stared daggers at Scarface and enunciated every word:

"Scarface! I never would have imagined that you were the traitor in the Cyan Dragon Gang! Stealing so many of my grandfather’s treasures!"

"Young... Young Master Zhou?"

When Scarface saw Zhou Yuan’s face, his body jolted, and a look of terror appeared.

However, Yang Xun’s sharp eyes caught a detail.

Beneath that mask of terror, the corner of Scarface’s mouth had curled into an extremely subtle, bizarre smile.

The smile vanished in an instant.

It was so fast that even Yang Xun almost thought he had imagined it.

’But my intuition told me I hadn’t been mistaken!’

’When everyone thought he was cornered, this bastard was smiling!!’

"Didn’t see that coming, did you!"

Zhou Yuan snorted coldly, his eyes filled with killing intent. He pulled a black pistol from his pocket, aimed it at Scarface’s head, and snarled, "You were found out so quickly, you traitor. Today, I’m cleaning house for the Cyan Dragon Gang!!"

As his voice fell, the dozen or so men behind him all drew their pistols simultaneously.

More than a dozen dark muzzles pointed in unison at Scarface.

In a normal situation, anyone facing this would have been scared enough to collapse.

Scarface, however, did not. The corners of his mouth curled up, and a crazed light appeared in his eyes.

"BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

Scarface threw his head back and roared with laughter. The wild, unbridled sound echoed through the silent KTV lobby, piercingly sharp to the ear.