A crowd gathered, eager to witness the commotion. Many secretly cheered for the destruction, thinking, "Serves him right!" Some even wished they had the courage to join in.
This sentiment stemmed partly from envy of the wealthy and partly from a deep-seated disdain for He Wei.
Over the years, He Wei had used various underhanded tactics to oppress the local residents, enriching himself at their expense. The community harbored a collective resentment, longing for someone to put him in his place.
Half an hour later, Wang Yu and his group emerged from the house, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation. The damage was estimated to be over a million yuan—enough to make He Wei's heart ache.
Observing the aftermath, some onlookers recognized the perpetrators.
"Isn't that Wang Dajun and his gang? They're notorious troublemakers around here. Can't believe they had the guts to trash He Wei's place!"
"That kid's got guts. Did a thorough job!"
"But He Wei won't let this slide. He'll come after them for sure."
"Wait a minute... Isn't that Wang Qiang's son, Wang Yu?"
As Wang Yu stepped out, Liu Yunyun followed closely behind. The crowd was stunned.
"Isn't that Liu Yunyun, Mr. Liu's daughter? She's always been such a good girl. Never thought she'd be involved in something like this."
Feeling the weight of the crowd's gaze, Liu Yunyun nervously hid behind Wang Yu.
"Yu, everyone's watching us. What should we do?"
Wang Yu smiled reassuringly. "We haven't done anything wrong. No need to be afraid."
Liu Yunyun was taken aback. "We just vandalized someone's home. How is that not wrong?"
"Look at Dajun and the others—they're not worried at all," Wang Yu replied.
Indeed, Wang Dajun and his crew walked away with their heads held high, exuding pride as if they'd just won a battle.
After ensuring Liu Yunyun got home safely, Wang Yu and his gang set out to confront He Wei.
With the city's development, He Wei had leveraged his connections to open a spa named "Surprise Spa."
At that moment, He Wei was inside, lounging in a bathrobe while a fair-skinned, slender woman massaged him.
"Boss, I heard you were busy all night. Must be exhausted," the masseuse said, making small talk.
He Wei yawned. "You have no idea. My bones feel like they're falling apart."
"Why not get some rest?"
"I can't sleep. That guy, A Biao, went too far—he set an old man's head on fire. I'm ruthless, but I could never do something like that. It's been bothering me."
"Let me help you relax," the woman said, climbing onto him.
He Wei was momentarily surprised but quickly became interested. He flipped over, fully disrobed, and the two became intimately engaged.
Suddenly, a loud bang interrupted them. A subordinate burst in.
"Boss, we have a problem!"
Realizing he had interrupted, the subordinate quickly apologized, "Sorry, boss. I didn't mean to intrude."
"No worries. What's going on?" He Wei asked, unfazed.
The woman paused, startled by the intrusion.
"Don't stop," He Wei urged.
"Yes, boss," she replied, continuing as if nothing had happened.
The subordinate, trying to ignore the scene, reported, "Your house was just trashed."
"What? Who dared to do that?" He Wei's expression darkened.
"It was led by Wang Yu."
He Wei's heart sank. The retaliation he feared had begun. Fortunately, he wasn't home at the time.
But the spa wasn't safe either.
"Call all our men to the spa. Prepare the weapons. If Wang Yu shows up, we'll take him down," He Wei ordered, his eyes gleaming with malice.
"Bring out the replica guns we got from the black market. Let's see if he can handle that."
"Understood," the subordinate replied, eager to leave the tense atmosphere.
Outside the spa, a van pulled up.
"Wang Yu, this is the place," Wang Dajun said from the driver's seat.
Wang Yu, sitting beside him, stared at the glass doors ahead. "Drive straight through them!"
"Are you serious?" Wang Dajun hesitated.
"Afraid?" Wang Yu challenged.
Wang Dajun grinned. "Not at all. Just bought this van recently."
"It's just a van worth a few thousand. Don't be sentimental," Wang Yu retorted.
"You're right. Let's do it!" Li Guang chimed in.
Wang Dajun muttered internally, "Easy for you to say—it's not your van."
"Don't worry. We'll make He Wei compensate you with a better one," Wang Yu assured him.
"Really?" Wang Dajun's eyes lit up.
"Have I ever lied to you?" Wang Yu replied.
"That's all I needed to hear. Everyone, hold on tight. We're going in!" Wang Dajun shouted, slamming his foot on the accelerator.
With a roar, the van surged forward, crashing through the spa's glass doors amid the screams of bystanders.