C4 Eight Great Asuras

"Could you round up some tough guys for me? I want to give my crooked boss the beating of his life and then demand my pay," Chiang Le said through clenched teeth.

Even though he now knew he was supremely powerful, such issues had become minor to him, Chiang Le couldn't let go of his grudge.

It was no longer just about the salary—it was a matter of honor!

Think you can bully me? I'll grind you into the ground!

Upon hearing this, Elena's heart eased, but within that relief, a tinge of disappointment lingered: "Young Master, this villa is guarded by eight security personnel, all elite special forces and Ancient Martial Experts. If you're after your salary, there's no need to seek help elsewhere. They're more than capable. Most crucially, they are utterly loyal to you and ready to follow your command at any moment."

Chiang Le's spirits lifted, "Great, have them get ready. We're leaving right away!"

His eyes darkened with determination.

Five minutes later, two black business vans glided out of Half Mountain Villa, speeding toward the horizon.

Chiang Le, seated in the passenger seat, surveyed the stoic and determined men around him, struggling to keep his face composed.

"When I toss my cup, that's your cue," Chiang Le instructed after sipping the milk tea Elena had prepared for him. "Swarm him and lay into him hard."

"Got it, boss. Should we break a couple of his legs?" asked the lead man earnestly.

"Break his legs? Absolutely not. We must still follow the law," Chiang Le chuckled. "The guy's only got two legs—let's not get carried away with breaking them."

"To be exact, a man has three legs," the man in sunglasses replied deadpan.

Chiang Le laughed, "Just make sure he gets a thorough thrashing."

"Roger that."

As the robust black vans raced toward Phoenix Building, at a construction site, a bald bruiser was on the phone.

"Sis, what? That kid came looking for you? And he tried to jump off a building? That little weasel Xiao Wang—I'll sort him out later."

"What? No, no, I earn plenty. Am I really worried about that small amount? Sis, you don't understand, that kid's a slippery thief. I punished him for stealing."

"Don't worry, it won't cause you any trouble. This kid is a pushover. Just you wait—I'll toy with him until he's done for."

The bald man ended the call with a disdainful snort, a shadow of malice flickering in his eyes.

Damn it, the nerve of that guy, even going after my sister? He's really asking for it!

The bald man dialed a number: "Hey, Er Niu, are your guys free? Get them all here. Heh, what for? Just some worker unrest..."

"Oh, it's just to give someone a little scare. I owe him a few grand, but that's nothing—I could lose more than that in a single round of mahjong tonight. I just don't feel like paying." Yang Aomin chuckled, "I'd rather throw my money to wolves than waste it on a dog!"

After the call, Yang Aomin lit a cigarette and pondered in the trailer on the construction site.

This college kid seemed so meek, but who would've guessed he'd actually stand up for himself?

Alright, a little intimidation from my streetwise brothers should do the trick. If this punk still doesn't get the message, I might just have to frame him for theft.

I'm curious to see what he values more—a few thousand yuan or his entire future.

Shortly after, a Wuling Hong Guang van rolled into the construction site, its doors swinging open to reveal a dozen burly men.

Leading them was a middle-aged man with a scarred face, who immediately enveloped Yang Aomin in a bear hug.

"Appreciate you handling this, Er Niu."

"Heh, what are you saying, Brother Yang? We all rely on you for our bread and butter," Li ErNiu replied with a grin.

"Good. The concrete and sand supply for the second phase is all yours."

"Thanks, Brother Yang," Li ErNiu beamed with delight. "Where's that clueless kid? We'll have some fun with him."

"Relax, he'll show. When he does, we'll rough him up and claim we caught a thief," Yang Aomin said with a cold laugh. "I'll slip a couple of copper wires into his pockets. We'll cook his goose for good. It's like stuffing mud in your pants—even if it's not crap, it'll look like crap!"

"Brother Yang, you're a genius."

"Heh, how else do you think I land these contracts?" Yang Aomin said, swelling with pride.

"Brother Yang, rest assured, this job will be handled flawlessly. You just sit tight!" Li Niu assured with a thump on his chest.

As they spoke, a deafening crash echoed.

The construction site's gate, as if made of paper, was shattered by a black car that charged toward the crowd with a frenzied roar.

Yang Aomin and the rascal Li Niu were so terrified they wet themselves, scrambling out of the way.

The crowd scattered like bees from a hive, and the car brutally slammed into Li Niu's Wuling Hong Guang, crumpling it out of shape.

Li Niu and his gang, accustomed to ruling the roost locally, were enraged. With a bellow, they encircled the car with their crew in tow.

The car door swung open, and five stoic, muscular men stepped out.

Li Niu's domineering presence diminished significantly at the sight. "Bro, what's with the driving? Look at my car..."

The Special Forces soldiers remained silent, not bothering to waste words on these street thugs. They disembarked and charged at the onlookers.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

It was as if a pack of tigers had descended upon a flock of sheep.

Li Niu and his crew were caught off guard and swiftly floored by the soldiers' powerful punches.

Yang Aomin, realizing the dire situation, tried to flee but was grabbed by the neck and hoisted up like a chicken.

Terrified, Yang Aomin's fear was palpable. If Li Niu and his gang were considered tough, these men were like a pack of ravenous wolves!

Yang Aomin's mind raced, trying to figure out which powerful figure he had crossed.

But no, Yang Aomin was always one to grovel and flatter; he hadn't crossed any big shots more formidable than himself.

"Big brother, is there some kind of misunderstanding?" Yang Aomin asked cautiously, immobilized by the grip on his neck.

The Soldier King ignored Yang Aomin's plea and continued to haul him toward a nearby location.

Then another car entered through the gaping hole in the gate.

The window rolled down, and the bodyguard, stern-faced, announced, "Boss, it's time to make your move."

Yang Aomin realized the moment of reckoning had come. "Boss, this is all a big misunderstanding, I swear. I've always been straight as an arrow. We've had no bad blood in the past, and certainly none now. It's got to be a misunderstanding..."

As he protested, suspended in midair, Yang Aomin flailed desperately, managing to twist around to get a glimpse of the enigmatic car.

Oh, hell...

Stunned, Yang Aomin's face was a picture of disbelief.

Chiang Le stepped out of the car, nonchalantly tossing the remnants of his milk tea onto Yang Aomin's face, followed by a swift kick to the stomach.

"Beat him!" commanded Chiang Le.

The Soldier King brothers pinned Yang Aomin to the ground, giving him a thorough thrashing.

Five minutes later, with a face swollen beyond recognition, Yang Aomin's cries had dwindled to a whimper.

"That's enough," Chiang Le declared.

His henchman ceased their assault.

Chiang Le approached the defeated Yang Aomin, standing over him with a foot firmly planted on his shiny bald head, leaving an unmistakable footprint.

"You... you..." Yang Aomin's eyes were nearly swollen shut, but he strained to make out Chiang Le's features.

"I'm Chiang Le. Pay up!"

"You're Chiang Le? The one demanding his wages?" Yang Aomin's mind was struggling to keep up.

"Are you going to pay up or not?" Chiang Le pressed. "If not, I'm prepared to take three legs instead. And yes, I mean three."

"Wait, brother, let's talk this through. It's just wages, right? I'll pay, I'll pay!" Yang Aomin pleaded cautiously.

Chiang Le lifted his foot from Yang Aomin's head.

Groaning, it took Yang Aomin an eternity to pick himself up and hobble into the office. He fumbled open the safe, pulled out the wages, and presented them to Chiang Le with trembling hands.

Chiang Le counted the money, pocketed what was owed to him, and casually flicked the remaining bills into Yang Aomin's battered face.

"I have no use for what isn't mine."

With those final words, Chiang Le turned on his heel and strode away.

Oozing dominance, flanked by eight towering Soldier Kings and a bewitching mixed-race beauty, Chiang Le walked with increasing speed, his strides growing more flamboyant with each step, as he reflected on the days of toil and scorn he had endured in that place.

In the end, he strode out with an arrogance that disowned even his kin.

All the bitterness had turned to history.

The road ahead shone with promise!