Wang Hu, Tony Wu, and Dio Klay were Luke's confidantes and brothers who had faced life and death together.
They rendered distinguished service in the process of the Young Master Gang unifying Chinatown and establishing its rules, becoming the gang's three most famous leaders.
Yes, the gang Luke founded was called the Young Master Gang. The name was silly, but its power was immense, with the entire northern district of Seashore City, nearly two million people, under its jurisdiction.
It established rules, followed rules, and protected rules.
No drugs, no drug dealing, no robbery, no rape.
These four rules were as strict as iron, and anyone who dared to break them would face the Young Master Gang's ruthless punishment.
For gangs, drug dealers, and street thugs, every one of these four rules felt like cutting off their flesh and drinking their blood.
But for the vast working and middle classes, they were the most urgent necessity.
Seashore City had been in chaos for too long and needed a strong fist to stabilize it.
Thus, with the tacit approval of the FBI and the full cooperation of local police, the Young Master Gang took only half a year to eliminate all gangs in Seashore City's northern district and establish itself as the undisputed leader.
In the following years, it further improved Seashore City's public order and business environment through various means, transforming the chaotic and disorderly northern district into a rising commercial and trade hub in the American West.
It can be said that the Young Master Gang played a decisive role in Seashore City's current prosperity.
In some respects, the Young Master Gang was mysterious.
Many people had heard its name but didn't know who exactly belonged to it, or who its leader, Young Master Xiao, was—his background, origins, family situation, and so on, were all unknown.
Just like this inconspicuous little clubhouse hidden deep in the street, who would have thought it was the headquarters of the Young Master Gang!
Low-key and reserved, yet profound and capable.
This was the Young Master Gang's style of operation, and its headquarters was no different.
What appeared to be a dilapidated clubhouse was, in fact, extremely luxurious inside.
Stepping through the main entrance, one was immediately met with a narrow, long corridor.
Softly lit energy-saving lamps were evenly distributed in the corners of the walls, beneath which were sculptures of the twelve Chinese zodiac animals: rat, rabbit, chicken, sheep, snake, monkey, horse... arranged in order from smallest to largest, with a majestic and domineering five-clawed black dragon at the very front.
Passing through the corridor, there was a huge Gothic-style decorated living room.
A fifteen-meter-long marble table was placed in the center of the living room.
The middle of the stone table was concave, containing nothing but various kinds of alcohol: red wine, white wine, sake, foreign spirits, and so on.
Every famous liquor in the world could be found here.
At this moment, both sides of the stone table were filled with people, ranked by strength, totaling twenty-three.
They were all core members of the Young Master Gang and well-known figures in Seashore City.
Unlike the usual lively atmosphere, today's living room was somber, with few speaking and many in silence.
The silent ones were mainly divided into two groups: one part toyed with their wine glasses, their eyes flickering, seemingly deep in thought; the other part occasionally glanced towards the door, appearing anxious.
After a while, the rhythmic sound of footsteps came from deep within the corridor, drawing closer, echoing clearly in their ears.
Everyone's hearts tightened, and they quickly put down their wine glasses, standing up simultaneously.
"Boss!"
Luke nodded and walked slowly to the main seat at the northernmost end.
Instead of sitting down, he patted the back of the chair.
"I haven't sat in this chair for several months, and I won't be sitting in it again in the future."
He paused, then looked around, his gaze lingering on each person for a moment, ensuring everyone saw the cold glint in his eyes.
"Who among you wants it?"
As soon as his words fell, Lance Li, at the head of the right row, immediately roared, "Boss, you are the leader of the Young Master Gang, and always will be.
This position can only be yours.
If anyone dares to overstep, I, Lance, will be the first to object!"
"Yes, we object!"
"Young Master, you are the gang leader!"
"We will follow you forever!"
As soon as Lance spoke, the people below started to clamor.
Luke raised his hand to quiet them, then slowly said, "When the gang was founded, I said that the Young Master Gang is different from previous gangs.
We don't rob, don't steal, don't force good people into prostitution, don't oppress the weak, and don't deal or transport drugs.
What we want to do is be the rulers of the gray world, maintaining social balance in a unique way, earning gray profits, not black money based on evil.
It is this principle that has allowed the Young Master Gang to operate unimpeded in Seashore City, chatting with cops, BS-ing with the FBI, and discussing with councilmen the various adverse effects of women's buttocks on men."
Everyone chuckled softly.
Luke loosened his tie and continued, "Everyone here joined upholding this principle, at least outwardly.
After seven years of operation, you have all become prominent figures in Seashore City, and some are even preparing to run for councilmen.
Am I right?"
Luke glanced at Cook Best, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses on his right, and the latter awkwardly scratched his head.
"This is very good.
The Young Master Gang itself is a group formed by a common ideal.
Everyone present is a maintainer of this ideal, and you have all sworn before various deities to do your utmost to uphold the glory of the Young Master Gang.
This is very good, isn't it?
Profit is fleeting, but ideals are eternal.
Yet, someone told me that all this beauty exists only because I use my immense power to suppress them from thinking too much or thinking wrongly, and that in reality, no one cares about the so-called rules.
Of course, I disagreed, so I conducted a small test."
No sooner had he said this than some people's foreheads began to sweat.
Some trembled, wanting to get up, but were held firmly in their chairs by their companions.
An inexplicable atmosphere permeated the room.
Wang Hu and Tony exchanged glances, their eyes filled with deep mockery.
After a few seconds of silence, Luke continued, "A few months ago, I left Seashore City, cut off all contact with you, and handed over the gang's decision-making power to all of you, to be decided collectively.
My purpose was simple: I wanted to see if you would, as that person said, completely ruin the rules, ideals, and traditions that were so painstakingly established."
"As it turns out, you truly didn't disappoint him."
"In just a few months, you really opened my eyes.
As for all the messed-up things you've done, I'm too lazy to bother, and even less interested in dealing with them."
Luke shouted, "Danny!"
A stern-faced Danny Xiao walked over, followed by three burly men in suits.
These strong men were the enforcers his uncle had prepared for his son.
Luke patted his shoulder, "From today on, Danny is the leader of the Young Master Gang.
Your affairs are under his command."
With that, he ignored the people in the living room and left the hall without looking back, taking Wang Hu, Tony Wu, Dio Klay, and a few other confidantes with him.
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