Trying to be a good person doesn't wash away past sins.
His personality was so gentle, yet those videos made him furious, so much so that he wanted to grab a kitchen knife and kill himself.
The next day!
Lin Fan sat in the back of the car with his laptop.
"Brother Fei, is something on your mind?" Wang Meng, as the most understanding subordinate, often cared about Brother Fei's emotional state. This was his duty as a loyal follower.
Lin Fan asked, "Are you a good person?"
Wang Meng fell into deep thought. Brother Fei's questions were always philosophical. With his limited education, he was perplexed, pondering why Brother Fei would ask such a thing.
"I am Brother Fei's most loyal subordinate. If Brother Fei says I'm a good person, then I'm a good person. If he says I'm a bad person, then I'm a bad person."
His sincere answer made Lin Fan fall into deep thought again.
So, I really do have the influence of a leader.
"From now on, we will be good people," Lin Fan declared.
Wang Meng couldn't understand Brother Fei's meaning, but he nodded seriously, "I'll listen to Brother Fei."
He drove on peacefully.
If Brother Fei said they were going to be good people, then they would be good people.
To say something outrageous, if Brother Fei could become a good person, then they would be saints. There was an insurmountable gap between the two.
Brother Fei killed without blinking, his methods extremely cruel. Sometimes, even watching from the side, Wang Meng would tremble with fear, calling him a pervert. Killing was one thing, but why did he have to add these elaborate, theatrical flourishes? It chilled him to the bone.
Junyue Hotel.
This was the only hotel that could accommodate all the members of the Flying Dragon Group. When the hotel owner learned that the Flying Dragon Group was going to hold a banquet here, his feelings were complex.
The Flying Dragon Group's reputation preceded them. He was afraid they wouldn't pay for the meal, which would be a disaster.
When he received the deposit from the Flying Dragon Group, the hotel owner was relieved. As long as they paid, it didn't matter who they were, everyone would be treated well.
Inside the hotel.
The members gathered together. Azure Dragon on the left, White Tiger on the right, their faces fierce. The waiters didn't dare to serve them, their faces pale and legs trembling, afraid of a scene from a movie playing out, where they would be pinned to the table by these men, and then…
Just thinking about that scene was terrifying.
There was a similar scene in a famous action movie, where there was only one woman on the subway, and from the front to the back of the car, it was all men.
That scene was unimaginable.
Natural shower gel is indeed good, but using too much makes it sticky.
Outside the banquet hall.
"Manager, we're scared."
The waitresses in cheongsams trembled, looking at the boisterous scene inside. If they could, they wanted to go home, not to serve those guests.
Too scary.
Too terrifying.
The manager was a middle-aged man in his forties. He had seen all kinds of scenes, but unfortunately, this was the first time he had encountered something like this. Although he was scared, as the manager, he had to stay calm.
"What are you afraid of? They're just here to eat. They're not devils. Cheer up, everyone. Our hotel is the largest luxury hotel in H City. It's all about image and service."
"Of course, the hotel understands your pressure, and we're prepared to give each of you a two-hundred-yuan bonus."
The manager soothed the waitresses' restless hearts.
Sure enough.
The allure of money was always the greatest.
The waitresses' eyes lit up. A two-hundred-yuan bonus?
"Manager, I think we can handle this job."
"I think I can give it a try too."
The waitresses comforted themselves. Although these people looked fierce and didn't look like good people, as long as they thought of them as bonuses, there wouldn't be so many problems.
The manager was very satisfied with their quick thinking. It was very good. After all, there were no stupid people in this line of work. Getting a bonus was a good thing.
What's there to be afraid of?
In broad daylight, they couldn't strip you naked.
Caring about one's safety was indeed important, but one mustn't overthink it, or it would become a burden.
At this moment.
The banquet hall was filled with smoke, shrouded in a white mist. The waitresses endured the smell, going in and out, their bodies reeking of smoke, a smell that might not even wash off.
They were all people who walked on the edge of darkness.
Some had committed murder, others had injured many.
One word:
These people were not good people. Their presence in society was a scourge.
Lin Fan sat at the head of the table, smiling at the members. Everyone had arrived, so his current mission was to lead them towards the bright path, to become truly good people.
"Brother Fei, I've arranged everything you asked for," Wang Meng said.
Although he was puzzled by why Brother Fei wanted to do this, he unconditionally supported him. Don't ask why, just a brain-dead fan, blindly worshipping. Only a true hero could make him so fanatically obsessed.
"Mm, we're taking a big step towards being good people," Lin Fan smiled.
Wang Meng lowered his head in thought. Brother Fei had changed a lot recently. He didn't quite understand it. He felt something was wrong, mainly because his tone of voice had suddenly changed from perverse vulgarity to something profound and unfathomable, like an enlightened master who had seen through the world.
Waitresses carried exquisitely crafted, steaming dishes to the banquet tables.
"What's that? Last time, I saw a guy with a really beautiful girlfriend. I asked her to come over and have a drink with me, but he refused and got tough with me. I just crippled him. How's that for badass?"
"That's nothing. Mine is way more awesome."
The waitresses, hearing these words, trembled, their hands shaking. They were just ordinary workers, humbly making a living in this society.
Now the topics they were discussing were a bit high-end.
Either beating people up or slashing them.
This was a society ruled by law, was there really no one who could control them?
Slap!
Just then.
A large man looked at a waitress with gleaming eyes, habitually slapping her buttocks. "Pretty girl."
The waitress's face paled as she retreated, then stumbled out the door, tears in her eyes. She was indignant but dared not speak.
The large man laughed heartily, extending his hand to another brother. "Smell it, is it fragrant?"
"Don't mess around, Brother Fei is here."
Zhu Fei was someone no one dared to offend in the hearts of all the members, so they all became well-behaved.
Xu Jian observed the surroundings.
Seeing this social scum harassing the waitress, he was so angry that he wanted to rush forward and beat him up, but now he was undercover, so he could only laugh awkwardly, pretending to find it amusing.
After all, everyone was watching.
And he started to subtly inquire whether any major events had happened recently, otherwise why would Brother Fei be so happy to treat them to a meal?
He hadn't participated in the transaction, but someone definitely had.
He pretended to be confused, taking every opportunity to ask those who seemed likely to have participated in the transaction. As an undercover agent, he naturally had a good relationship with the group members. He couldn't be cold and aloof all day long, acting like he didn't get along with anyone. He had to pretend to be just like them.
Fighting was commonplace for them.
Even if it was going to a brothel, he had to grit his teeth and go. If you were a virtuous person mixed in with this group, and someone asked who the undercover agent was, they would immediately think of him.
Don't say you don't like it.
Birds of a feather flock together, that's the truth.
When Xu Jian learned he was going undercover, he watched all the movies about undercover agents and found that the reason those undercover agents were discovered was because they were self-righteous and had too many principles. He had to let go of all his principles and mingle with them to blend in, otherwise they would feel that there was a companion who was always out of sync with them.
What puzzled Xu Jian was that he had subtly inquired with many people, and the result was always that they didn't know.
He fell into deep thought.
Could it be that Zhu Fei knew there was an undercover agent in the organization, so he found someone new?
This was very likely.
He glanced quietly at Lin Fan sitting there and found that he always had a smile on his face, as if he could see through everyone. This smile seemed bright, but it gave people a chilling feeling.
He felt that Zhu Fei had undergone a startling change.
He had become different from before.
Wang Meng asked softly, "Brother Fei, are all the dishes served?"
"Yes, let's eat." Lin Fan looked at the table full of delicious food, having been impatient for a long time. As for the drugs that had been added to the food, it didn't matter. With his physique, even if he ate arsenic, he would probably just rub his belly, feeling a little cold.
Wang Meng stood up and said, "Brother Fei said we can start. Remember Brother Fei's kindness."
Immediately.
The banquet hall became lively.
Long live Brother Fei!
Brother Fei is awesome!
The waitresses served all the dishes as quickly as possible, then slipped out and waited quietly. Inside, they felt surrounded by wolves and tigers, their gazes gleaming.
Too scary.
So terrifying.
The entire banquet hall was noisy, filled with the clinking of glasses. Everyone was now drunk, most of them had taken off their shirts, revealing large gold necklaces, and tattoos were everywhere.
Xu Jian looked at these guys.
He just wanted to say, you scum, I, Xu Jian, will personally send you to prison. Just you wait.
"Huh?"
"Why do I feel a little dizzy?"
Xu Jian looked at the glass in his hand. He had only drunk a few ounces, so it was impossible to feel this way. He had been with the Flying Dragon Group for so many years, his alcohol tolerance had skyrocketed, at least two jin.
What he had drunk now wasn't even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.
Wang Meng felt dizzy while eating. He remembered that the food had been drugged. Seeing Brother Fei eating heartily, he also waited patiently.
His thoughts were simple.
Brother Fei was eating, so what was he afraid of? They would share good fortune and misfortune together. Brother Fei must have some purpose, and as his most loyal lackey, he had to unconditionally support Brother Fei's actions.
Thump!
Thump!
In a moment.
The noise in the banquet hall ceased.