Chapter 37: Beat Him Until He Loses Control

South Station District, still the same dim, old bungalow.

“What did you say? Those six are completely finished? Just a few hours, and they were beaten so badly they couldn’t even fight back? Useless, all of them—useless!”

Huazi hurled a mahjong tile in his hand viciously at the head of Little Slant-Eye.

With a dull thud, blood streamed down Little Slant-Eye's forehead. It trickled along his eyelids, seeping into his eyes—stinging, painfully. But he stood rooted to the spot, not daring to move a muscle.

Move? For him, that would be a nightmare!

“Six people, each with at least tens of thousands in capital, yet they couldn’t even last a day against a mere woman? What am I keeping you for?”

The sight of Little Slant-Eye’s bleeding did nothing to ease Huazi’s fury. If anything, it only fueled his ferocity, his eyes burning red with rage.

But what could he do? This outcome—it wasn’t just Huazi. Even Little Slant-Eye, who had been at the scene directing the action, could never have predicted such a result. Had he not witnessed it himself, he too would have been furious, just like Huazi.

Now, however, all he felt was lingering dread—dread of that brutal spectacle.

Whenever they dropped the price by five yuan, Chai Yanfen immediately undercut them by six. Always by a hair’s breadth, keeping their nerves taut.

Finally, when they pushed the price down to twenty yuan per garment…

Everyone was stunned.

Chai Yanfen slashed her price all the way to fifteen yuan!

In an instant, the already volatile market became a powder keg. Everyone’s eyes were bloodshot, as if they’d entered a battlefield, their fighting spirit ignited.

Driven on by Little Slant-Eye’s relentless urging, they dropped the price to ten yuan.

In their minds, the six could pool their losses, weathering the storm until Chai Yanfen finally surrendered. Then, they’d tally up the damage and split it evenly. At most, they’d sacrifice a thousand pieces of clothing, and Chai Yanfen would be left reeling.

But who could have guessed?

This final price cut sent them straight to the bottom. Chai Yanfen held out for less than half an hour before pulling a sudden reversal—raising her price to fifty yuan per piece.

She stopped playing their game.

The tense standoff collapsed instantly.

The result?

Chai Yanfen’s sales ground to a halt—but their own garments, in a frenzy, were snatched up in an instant.

Sold out completely!

Each garment sold at a thirty-yuan loss.

Together, the six had two thousand seven hundred pieces.

Eighty-one thousand yuan!

A sum as astronomical as the stars—gone, swept away like dust.

Their losses were unprecedented, devastating.

And all this, in just three hours!

After the exhaustion set in, despair consumed them.

Ruined, bankrupt.

They felt, keenly, the terror of being saddled with enormous debt.

Especially Bu Jing, who was so distraught he forgot all about Little Slant-Eye’s intimidation. Grabbing a fruit knife, he staggered after him, intent on vengeance.

He truly meant to risk it all!

The others, once they snapped out of it, went mad as well, chasing him closely behind.

Little Slant-Eye and his crew, who usually strutted about like fierce thugs, now fled in panic, rushing back to Huazi’s base.

Even now, he was still shaken.

“Boss, it’s our incompetence. But we never expected Chai Yanfen to suddenly pull out like that, just tossing us into the pit!”

Little Slant-Eye shrank back, mumbling his defense.

He hadn’t wanted this outcome either! But he wasn’t a businessman—how could he understand the ways of commerce? He couldn’t possibly have anticipated that Wu Ya would prompt Chai Yanfen to strike at the critical moment, leaving them stranded high and dry.

If blame was to be laid, it should fall on Huazi himself. If not for his iron command to crush Chai Yanfen at any cost, would they have gambled everything so recklessly?

Now, failing to pull back in time, they’d suffered total catastrophe.

If he hadn’t run fast enough, he too might have been hacked to pieces by those merchants.

Huazi offered not a shred of sympathy—if anything, his rage only grew, as if he might kill Little Slant-Eye on the spot.

Little Slant-Eye felt utterly aggrieved.

“What, judging by your attitude, are you blaming me now?”

Seeing Little Slant-Eye stiffen his neck, Huazi’s fury exploded. His eyes narrowed, his tone icy.

“Boss, how could I dare blame you? This was all my failure! Tell me what to do—I’ll risk my life to restore your reputation!”

Little Slant-Eye, terrified, waved his hands frantically.

Was he joking?

To provoke Huazi? That would surely mean death or worse.

Those six had already lost everything—nothing could change that. Their fate was no longer his concern.

The urgent matter was to regain the boss’s favor. That was the only way forward.

“Hmph, what to do? Since covert attacks have failed, we’ll have to face them head-on! You know my goal—the rest is up to you! If you fail, you’d better disappear from Weiling City. If I find you, you know what will happen!”

By the end, Huazi’s words dripped with murderous intent.

Cold sweat drenched Little Slant-Eye’s back.

“Boss, rest assured! If I don’t make Wu Ya surrender, drag him before you to beg for mercy, I’ll leave Weiling City for good! No, I’ll bring my head to you myself—do with me as you please!”

In his desperation, Little Slant-Eye thumped his chest, full of bravado.

Run away?

He hadn’t even considered it.

With no money, running would only mean starving to death.

Besides, in his mind, he couldn’t outmaneuver Wu Ya with soft tactics—but in a straight fight?

He had more than a dozen men—what was there to fear in a direct confrontation?

Unless Wu Ya was out of his mind!

Otherwise, with each man throwing a punch, they’d beat him senseless!

With his promise made, Little Slant-Eye led his men away.

Half an hour later.

“Well, well, just as I expected—you’re waiting for me here.”

In a secluded spot five hundred meters from the market, Wu Ya squeezed the brakes and came to a halt.

Ahead, Little Slant-Eye and his eight subordinates had been waiting for some time.

“Kid, I didn’t expect this from you. So young, yet so cunning—luring us into battle, then pulling the rug out from under us. In just three hours, you drove six merchants into the mire!”

Little Slant-Eye swaggered toward Wu Ya, his forehead smeared with glaring purple medicine, his face still flushed with anger.

This kid, barely grown, had made him suffer!

He had rallied six merchants and tens of thousands in capital, launching a spectacular price war—the most grand and impressive battle the market had ever seen.

But who could have guessed?

With a single move—raising the price—Wu Ya had reduced all their apparent strength to dust.

For Little Slant-Eye, it was an unbearable humiliation.

A disgrace he could not live down!

From now on, how could he show his face in the market?

Where would his reputation go, and with it, his protection racket income?

Everything—destroyed by this kid!