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Chapter 743 - 306: A New Face of the Cyan Dragon Gang Every Day!

Gray Rock District, Cyan Dragon Gang stronghold.

The early morning chill was filled with the smell of smoke and fire.

Lei Meng and Liu San, like two Gate Gods, squatted on the mottled concrete steps at the dormitory entrance, each with a cigarette butt in their mouth, but their eyes were fixed on the bustling construction site across the street.

The once abandoned massive warehouse had completely transformed.

A brand new metal framework structure had risen, and the gigantic sign of the Cyan Dragon Entertainment City was being welded, sending out dazzling arcs of light.

Inside, the place was bustling with noise, with the shouts of moving machines and the clanging of fastening parts mixing together.

It exuded a thriving vitality.

Lei Meng took a deep drag on his cigarette, the harshness of the cheap tobacco rushing into his lungs. He squinted at the gradually forming casino, the slight regret of not scavenging under the overpass dissipating like the morning mist with the lively scene.

"Tsk, Brother Meng, see that? This is what living is all about!"

Liu San exhaled a thick cloud of smoke with a satisfied smile, pointing at the construction site.

"Solid work, a future! It’s way better than risking our lives in that damned place! Once it opens, the brothers will finally live a decent life without cramming into this shabby concrete box."

Lei Meng didn’t speak, just nodded silently.

His rough fingers tapped unconsciously on his knee, cigarette ash quietly falling.

His gaze swept across the outskirts of the construction site, where a few half-grown kids were holding onto the fence gaps, looking inside with curiosity and fear.

Lei Meng’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if remembering something, and he turned to Liu San, his voice slightly hoarse:

"Old San, when the place opens, the rules have to be ironclad. Not a single one of those young brats is allowed in! And those bastards who gamble away their senses and want to pawn their wives and kids to pay debts, throw them the hell out too! We’re fighting for territory, but let’s not be like those Blood Wolf Gang bastards, willing to earn any dirty money. That’s bound to bite back."

Upon hearing this, Liu San pounded his chest with a grin, saying, "Brother Meng! Do you really need to tell me? I understand! You can rest assured, I’ll personally watch the gate, making sure not even a fly sneaks through!"

Lei Meng acknowledged with a grunt, his face softening slightly.

Liu San looked at Lei Meng, couldn’t help rubbing his hands, with a touch of hope and eagerness in his eyes: "Boss, so... once Brother Su Hao’s Martial Saint cousin wakes up and Yu’s injuries heal, should we think about doing something else?"

The recent moves had given Liu San a taste of sweetness.

The feeling of expanding territories and power had become a bit addictive, reigniting a small flame of ambition in his heart.

In the swirling smoke, Lei Meng fell silent.

He took a hard drag on his cigarette, the ember flickering in the morning light, casting a shadow over his weather-beaten face, making it a bit blurry.

After a long while, he finally spoke slowly, his voice deep, carrying a resignation of understanding reality:

"Old San, don’t let your ambitions run too wild. Our little Gray Rock District can’t escape the Blood Wolf Gang bastards on even the smallest matters. We just grabbed a casino from them, and now there’s a complete fallout. Who is One-Eyed Wolf Wang Biao? A man of revenge! And he’s backed by the Inner City’s Iron Claw Association. If we dare make another move now, no matter where, they’ll pounce like mad dogs and hold onto us tight."

He paused, crushing the cigarette butt against the step, leaving a blackened mark: "So, if we want to act, we must first deal with them completely. But how? With just our few men, going against the Iron Claw Association? That’s suicide."

Hearing this, Liu San’s earlier excitement was instantly doused completely.

He slumped down immediately.

Indeed, the Blood Wolf Gang was like a dangling sword over their heads, and a sword with backing at that.

He sighed in frustration, his gaze once again falling on the nearly completed casino site across the street, watching the busy silhouettes, listening to the hopeful clamors, slightly soothing his sense of loss.

Forget it, successfully opening this casino, improving the brothers’ lives a bit, that’s something to strive for.

At least, they wouldn’t have to live in this drafty shell of a house anymore.

In Liu San’s mind, a beautiful picture of the casino’s opening began to take shape involuntarily.

Bright lights, bustling crowds, the crisp sound of chips clinking, brothers drinking good liquor at the bar, dressed in fine clothes...

However, just as Liu San was immersed in a solid and happy fantasy,

The somewhat shrill sound of an engine, approaching from a distance, broke the morning calm of Gray Rock District.

Lei Meng and Liu San almost simultaneously sprang up from the steps, looking alertly in the direction of the sound.

At the end of the street, a brand-new minibus, considered luxurious in Gray Rock District, was rolling steadily toward them, kicking up dust.

Such a vehicle, in a place like Gray Rock District, either belonged to some small Commerce Association for transportation, or was used by other gangs for moving people.

"Damn it! Who’s the blind one? Blocking the door this early?!"

Liu San’s eyes glinted fiercely, instinctively reaching for the long knife tucked at his waist.

Lei Meng also narrowed his eyes, his Qi Blood subtly surging, ready to handle any conflict.

However, as the minibus drew nearer, behind the windshield, a familiar face with a big, carefree grin came into clear view for both of them.