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Seeing them going further and further away until they turned into a small alley, Song Yan became even more uneasy. The two of them stared at him closely all the way, and it was difficult for him to find an excuse to get away.

Song Yan touched the silver coins on his chest. Fortunately, he had put most of the silver into the space. If the situation was not good at that time, he would take out the silver coins and regard it as protection fee.

Thinking of this, Song Yan was not so panicked anymore, but he couldn't help feeling a little unhappy. The money he had worked so hard to earn was robbed before he could even enjoy it.

They walked straight along the alley until they reached almost the end of it, and then they stopped in front of a house.

Song Yan looked at the mottled and faded vermilion lacquered door in front of her. It looked like some kind of huge monster that would swallow her up at any time, causing her heart to beat nervously.

The tall man pushed his shoulder and said impatiently, "Don't dawdle, hurry in."

The door was ajar and opened with a push.

Song Yan walked slowly into the gate. After entering, there was a square yard with a few half-grown children playing in the yard.

Opposite the gate is the main house, and there are several side rooms on each side. Through the paper-covered windows, you can vaguely see people walking inside.

Song Yan followed them to the main house, went up the stairs, and entered the main hall.

As soon as he entered the room, the short man couldn't wait to take credit: "Brother Ying, I brought the person back."

The man sitting on the armchair was holding a cup of tea in one hand. When he saw Song Yan coming, he frowned, lowered his face and stared at him coldly.

The skinny guy stood next to the man with a domineering attitude.

Song Yan lowered her eyes and said meekly, "Brother Ying."

The man looked at Song Yan with a strange gaze for a moment before he finally found this person in his memory.

This can't be blamed on him. There are dozens of people in their gang, and it's impossible for him to know everyone.

Moreover, Song Dashu used to make himself unkempt all day long, and no one could remember what he originally looked like.

Brother Ying pulled the corner of his mouth, said with a fake smile: "I finally waited for you to come."

The man had a scar on his face that extended from the corner of his eye to his chin. His face looked fierce and intimidating.

Especially when he smiled, he looked even more eerie.

Song Yan's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately pretended to be terrified and said, "Actually, I wanted to see you, but if I come here rashly, I must bring some souvenirs with me, otherwise I won't be able to see you."

He glanced at Brother Ying's expression and saw that he didn't seem angry, so he continued with a shameless face: "I was just about to go buy it, but then I heard that you wanted to see me, and I was afraid that you would wait for a long time, so I rushed here without stopping, and I didn't even have time to buy souvenirs."

Seeing him talking nonsense with his eyes open, the tall man said angrily, "Brother Ying, don't listen to this kid's nonsense. He clearly wants to leave the city."

"That's right." The short man also echoed, "We stopped him at the city gate."

"Is what they said true?" Brother Ying asked gloomily, his lips curled down.

Song Yan remained calm and composed: "Of course not, I just went to tell the driver that I would not be going back today and told him not to wait for me."

Song Yan knew that his reasons were actually untenable, but he couldn't think of a better excuse at the moment, so he could only deal with it reluctantly.

Brother Ying looked gloomy, and he didn't say whether he believed it or not. Instead, he said meaningfully, "Then you know why I called you here, right?"

The skinny guy next to him also had an expression that said "you're done".

Song Yan felt a little uneasy and couldn't help but wonder if she had really made a mistake.

Looking through the original owner's memories again, he almost couldn't help but swear.

Before, Song Yan had always regarded the gang that the original owner joined as a small matter and did not take it too seriously, which led to him overlooking some important things.

Like gang rules.

The gang has a rule that half of all income from outside, including protection fees, must be handed over, and the remaining half can be kept for personal use.

In the past, the original owner made a living by collecting protection fees. After handing over the money, he would take the remaining money to the gambling house for entertainment. He would continue to collect protection fees until he lost all the money.

However, some other gang members would occasionally do odd jobs, but no matter what they earned, they had to hand over half of it to the gang.

If someone embezzles money or conceals income, once discovered, the lightest punishment would be breaking his legs and expulsion from the gang, or worse, just be beaten to death and buried.

Song Yan shuddered, his mind racing, thinking about how to make amends. He said after careful consideration: "Originally, this money should be handed over..."

As soon as he said this, Brother Ying placed the cup in his hand heavily on the table, making a clanging sound.

Song Yan was so frightened that her heart almost stopped beating.

"Good job, kid." Brother Ying's expression suddenly changed from gloomy to cheerful, and he said excitedly, "If Skinny Monkey hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known that there is someone as capable as you in our Thanos Gang."

Huh, huh?!

Song Yan thought she had heard it wrong, but when she looked at the skinny guy opposite her, she saw an expression of disbelief.

Brother Ying stood up, strode to Song Yan, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a tone of entrusting him with a great trust: "I have decided to promote you to be the left leader of our gang from today."

Song Yan was dumbfounded and stunned for a moment, not understanding why the other party suddenly wanted to promote him.

He was planning to quit the gang, so naturally he couldn't agree.

So he politely declined: "I don't think I'm qualified for the position of Zuo Tangzhu, would you like to consider it again?"

"Don't think about it anymore. I think you have great potential." Brother Ying touched his chin, "I believe you can do it."

No, no, I can't. I really can't.

Has their leader always been like this?

Song Yan had a hard time expressing her suffering.

Skinny Monkey was even more frustrated than him. He said angrily, "Brother Ying, this guy deliberately avoided us brothers to make a lot of money. Why did you promote him?"

Brother Ying glared at him and said disdainfully, "You know nothing, get out of here."

Seeing Brother Ying getting angry, the other tall and short men didn't dare to say anything.

Song Yan said cautiously, "Don't listen to what Skinny Monkey says. I'm just a runner for others. I really don't make much money."

He pretended to be sad and said, "Besides, my parents just passed away, and there are only a few kids left at home. As the eldest brother, I should stay at home to take care of my younger siblings. It is really inconvenient for me to handle gang affairs."

After hearing this, Brother Ying was shocked: "It's actually like this."

Seeing that the other party was not unreasonable, Song Yan pretended to wipe the corners of his eyes with his sleeves and said with a choked voice: "I really have no choice but to run errands for others. I just want to earn a few cents to support my family."

"After all, there are still a few children to feed at home, and the children are still breastfeeding. My parents didn't leave me much land, and now my family is so poor that we can barely make ends meet."

Brother Ying sighed and said, "It's not easy for you either."

He thought for a moment and said, "Okay, in that case, I won't force you. You can go back first."

The skinny monkey was still unwilling to give in and said, "Brother Ying, he clearly violated the gang's rules. How can we let him go so easily? We should ask him to hand over the silver."

Song Yan gritted her teeth and said, "You dog is nothing but a thing." She just kept biting him and wouldn't let go. She would settle the score with him later.

He cursed in his heart, but his right hand had already obediently taken out a few pieces of silver and a handful of copper coins from his arms. The total of the coins was less than half a tael, and he took out half of the silver.

Brother Ying waved his hand and said, "No need to give it to me. Keep it for yourself. Your family is so poor that they can barely afford to eat."

Song Yan was a little surprised, as the original owner was a low-level member in the gang.

Usually he just collects protection fees, or acts as a thug when there are fights. He has no chance to become a younger brother to the top leaders, so he is not familiar with several gang leaders and gang masters.

In Song Yan's imagination, the leader of a big gang should be a cold-blooded and ruthless person who kills without blinking an eye.

I didn't expect that I was so easy to fool. I also have the chivalrous spirit and kind-heartedness of a man of the world.

"Brother Eagle..."

The skinny monkey wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Boom boom boom——"

Someone was knocking hard on the door outside.

"Coming, coming." The person in the next room hurried out to open the door.

From a distance, a voice could be vaguely heard from outside the main hall: "Sir, what can I do for you?"

The person outside the door shouted, "We just received a report from the people that you are robbing men. Get out of the way. We are going in to search."

Song Yan:?

Robbery? Rob what?!