Chapter 206: Something’s Wrong

Yang Xun’s gaze swept over the entire rooftop.

It was a massive open-air platform, about the size of a basketball court, with no cover anywhere. A few dim, yellow bulbs hanging from iron frames cast a faint light, making the rooftop flicker in and out of darkness.

A short distance away stood several men.

Leading them was none other than Scarface.

He had changed into a black suit and stood with his hands clasped behind his back. In the dim light, the hideous scar on his face looked especially terrifying.

Behind him stood four men, each holding a pistol.

The barrels of their guns were pressed to the heads of Yang Cai, Mi Ting, and Chen Xiafang.

All three had their hands tied behind their backs. Their mouths weren’t gagged, but their faces were white as a sheet, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

The moment they saw Yang Xun emerge from behind the iron door, all three women’s eyes shot wide open.

"Brother!!"

Yang Cai was the first to cry out. Tears instantly flooded her eyes, her voice filled with the thrill of surviving her ordeal.

"Yang Xun!!"

Mi Ting and Chen Xiafang’s eyes also turned red as tears streamed uncontrollably down their faces.

After Yang Xun had checked them into the hotel, they hadn’t even had a chance to catch their breath before the hotel manager pushed open their door. A group of burly men followed him in and, without a word, dragged all three of them away.

On the way here, they had been terrified and desperate, certain they would never see Yang Xun again.

Now that Yang Xun was standing before them, they finally saw a glimmer of hope.

Yang Xun didn’t hesitate, immediately striding forward.

Sun Rao followed, her hands stained with blood. She stared intently at Scarface, her eyes burning with rage and accusation.

’She still couldn’t understand why Scarface had tried to kill her.’

The two of them crossed the empty rooftop, their footsteps echoing clearly in the silent night.

Soon, Yang Xun and Sun Rao stood before Scarface, no more than three meters apart.

Yang Xun’s eyes quickly scanned over Yang Cai, Mi Ting, and Chen Xiafang.

They had no obvious injuries, and their clothes were intact. It seemed they were just terrified, but physically unharmed.

Yang Xun let out a huge sigh of relief.

But he remained on high alert, not daring to relax for even a second.

Judging by how Scarface had just thrown Huang Qi straight off the rooftop, it was clear the man was ruthless and capable of anything.

His men were surely a pack of madmen, too.

They could pull the trigger at any moment.

"What is it you want?"

Yang Xun asked, his voice low and cold.

"What do I want?"

Scarface looked at Yang Xun and scoffed. "You stole the treasures I spent so long collecting, and you have the gall to ask me what I want? How ridiculous is that?"

Yang Xun snorted in disdain. "I imagine you stole all that stuff in the first place."

Scarface’s expression flickered, a flash of anger in his eyes. "You little shit, what nonsense are you spouting! I worked my ass off for those things!"

"Worked your ass off... stealing them?"

A sarcastic smile touched Yang Xun’s lips.

Scarface’s expression instantly turned grim.

The next second, he shot out his right hand and seized Yang Cai by the throat!

Yang Cai let out a terrified shriek as her feet left the ground.

Compared to Scarface’s arm, which was as thick as an iron pillar, Yang Cai looked impossibly frail. Her slender neck was caught in his vise-like grip, looking as if it might snap at any moment.

"Bro... Brother..."

Yang Cai’s voice was hoarse and broken. Her face was rapidly turning red, her eyes brimming with tears of terror.

"Let her go!!"

Yang Xun’s face fell. He lunged forward on pure instinct.

But the instant he moved, two of the gunmen immediately raised their pistols, pressing the dark muzzles directly to Mi Ting’s and Chen Xiafang’s temples.

"Don’t move! One more step and these two women are dead!"

Yang Xun froze in place, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white and popped.

"We can talk about this!"

Yang Xun took a deep breath, forcing down the murderous rage boiling inside him. "Let her go," he said in a low voice.

Seeing Yang Xun’s reaction, Scarface’s lips curled into a smug sneer.

He released his grip.

Yang Cai crumpled to the ground, clutching her throat and coughing violently as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"See?" Scarface flicked an imaginary piece of dust from his suit cuff, his tone casual. "Much more cooperative now, aren’t you?"

Yang Xun glared at Scarface, enunciating each word. "What. Do. You. Want?"

Scarface took a step forward, looming over Yang Xun. "What I want is simple," he said coolly. "Bring back every last thing you stole from me."

Yang Xun was silent for two seconds before giving a slight nod. "Fine. I’ll have it sent over right now."

Scarface raised an eyebrow but said nothing, merely watching him with a cold gaze.

Yang Xun pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed Yue Feifei’s number.

The call connected almost immediately.

"Hello, Feifei? Bring everything to Sea and Sky Karaoke," Yang Xun said.

Yue Feifei’s voice came from the other end. She obviously sensed something was wrong with his tone and immediately asked with caution, "Are you on speakerphone?"

"No."

Yang Xun turned slightly, pressing the phone tighter to his ear and lowering his voice even more.

Yue Feifei paused for a moment, then whispered, "The traitor is Scarface, isn’t it?"

"Yes." Yang Xun glanced discreetly at Scarface, speaking in a voice only he could hear. "I’m with him now. Bring the items over, or my sister and the others will be in danger."

Yue Feifei took a deep breath on the other end. "Actually, Young Master Zhou suspected it was Scarface for a while now," she said quickly. "He’s the most difficult of all the Hall Masters to control. Young Master Zhou is already on his way to Sea and Sky Karaoke with the other Hall Masters. He’ll be there to settle this score himself."

Hearing this, Yang Xun felt a small weight lift from his shoulders. He nodded. "Okay, I understand."

After hanging up, Yang Xun put his phone away and looked up at Scarface. "My people are bringing the items over now," he said calmly. "Just wait a little longer."

"Alright."

Scarface gave a slow nod.

"I’ll be waiting."

He fished a cigarette out of his pocket, stuck it between his lips, and lit it with a lighter.

The flame flared, illuminating his scarred face.

He gave Yang Xun a small smile, revealing a set of bright white teeth.

In the dim light, the smile looked exceptionally sinister.

He looked like a venomous snake eyeing its prey, toying with it at a leisurely pace even though victory was already assured.

Seeing this, Yang Xun frowned. His heart sank.

A sudden, inexplicable sense of foreboding washed over him.

’Something’s wrong!’

’Something is very wrong with Scarface!!’