Chapter 231: All the Same

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Chapter 231: All the Same

Xiong Meng slammed his wine bowl on the table in displeasure, splashing liquor everywhere. "Damn it! Bad luck! Can't even dance right! Drag her out!"

Two underlings, grinning, stepped forward, ignoring the woman's pleas and tears, and roughly dragged her out of the hall.

No one dared to ask where they were taking her, as it would only bring more malicious laughter.

Lei Biao chewed on his meat and mumbled to White Brow, "Second Brother, that hostage we killed today—did you get the full background on his family?"

White Brow gave a sinister smile, rubbing his fingers together. "Don't worry, Big Brother. I've already checked thoroughly.

Just a poor peasant family, not much to squeeze out of them. Killing him was the right call—saves us the trouble of feeding him, and it sets an example.

Let those two-legged sheep below see clearly: rich or poor, if you don't cooperate, this is what you get."

Lei Biao nodded in satisfaction and took a big gulp of wine. "Good, that's the way. We need to make these cowards scared! Only then will they be scared enough to make their families send money!"

Lei Biao tore off another large piece of lamb, chewing, grease dripping from his mouth.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he turned his head and asked Xiong Meng gruffly.

"Oh, Third Brother, I heard the boys whispering that your job today was pretty lucrative, huh? How much did you squeeze out of them?"

Xiong Meng was just drinking, but at this, he set down his bowl and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, looking somewhat proud.

"It was indeed a fat catch. Judging by his appearance, he's no ordinary man. We should be able to squeeze out a good amount of oil."

"Oh?" Lei Biao's eyes lit up, his interest piqued. He grabbed a wine jar and poured two large bowls of murky liquor for Xiong Meng and himself.

"Come, come, Third Brother. Well done on this job! Let me toast you!"

"Thank you, Big Brother!" Xiong Meng raised his bowl, and they clinked them together with a loud "clang," then tilted their heads back and gulped it down.

After the wine went down, the atmosphere got even livelier.

Lei Biao set down his bowl, the alcohol rising to his head, and a familiar lecherous glint flashed in his round eyes. He patted Xiong Meng's arm with his greasy hand.

"Hey, Third Brother, I also heard... you happened to bring back three women this time?"

He asked this without any pretense. Everyone on Axe Ridge knew that the Big Boss, besides being a heavy drinker, loved women.

Almost no woman brought up the mountain could escape his clutches.

Xiong Meng's expression stiffened, his mind uncontrollably flashing back to the faces of "Yue'er," "Fenger," and "Little Fengfeng."

The fat on Xiong Meng's face twitched, and he forced out, "Big Brother, I did bring three people back, but... their looks are... a bit hard to describe."

Lei Biao was in high spirits, waving his hand dismissively. "Pfft! Third Brother, since when did you become so picky? I've tried every type there is.

Turn off the lights, blow out the candles, they're all the same! Hurry up, bring them up and let me take a look!"

Second Chief White Brow, who was nibbling on peanuts on the side, smiled meaningfully and chimed in, "Big Brother is right. Who knows, they might have a unique charm."

Seeing that he couldn't dissuade them, Xiong Meng had no choice but to bark at the nearby underlings, "Go! Bring those three... women, and that rich guy, up here! Let the rich guy write a letter home to ask for money!"

Several underlings acknowledged and ran out with grins.

The clamor in the Loyalty Hall continued. The bandits drank even more heartily, waiting to see the new arrivals.

Before long, a clatter of footsteps was heard.

Cheng Ge, Ling Feng, and the other two were shoved in roughly, their hands tied behind their backs.

Cheng Ge had just been roused from sleep, his black hair slightly disheveled and falling over his red fox fur coat, his eyes half-closed with a drowsy, languid look, his steps a bit unsteady.

Meanwhile, Ling Feng, Jiyue, and Wufeng kept their heads down, having been pushed to the front.

As soon as Lei Biao heard that the captives had arrived, he immediately put down his wine bowl and looked up with great interest—Heh heh! The beauties are here!

But the next moment—

The lecherous smile on his face froze, as if he'd been punched square in the face.

Lei Biao's mouth twitched uncontrollably several times. What the hell kind of monsters and freaks are these?!

The previously noisy hall fell into a sudden hush, with the underlings staring wide-eyed, their expressions strange.

"B-Boss... this..." Xiong Meng, seeing Lei Biao's face like he'd eaten something foul, was so embarrassed he wanted the ground to swallow him up.

Lei Biao glared at the three shockingly ugly "beauties," feeling a sharp sting in his eyes.

His stomach churned, and the wine he'd just drunk nearly came back up.

"Damn it..." he cursed, and without thinking, grabbed a half-full wine jug from beside him and hurled it straight at Ling Feng and the others.

"Ah!" Ling Feng, Jiyue, and Wufeng cried out in seeming panic.

But their feet subtly shifted, dodging to the side just in time.

The wine jug whistled through the air and shattered with a crisp crash, landing right at Cheng Ge's feet! Murky liquor and pottery shards splashed all over his shoes.

Cheng Ge, still half-asleep, was jolted fully awake by the sudden commotion.

Who! Who threw that at your daddy?!

He looked up, his hair sticking up in a mess from sleep, and stared blankly at Lei Biao on the main seat.

Lei Biao, still fuming, pointed at Ling Feng and the others and roared, "Damn it! Drag this thing away and chop it up to feed the..."

But just then, his eyes accidentally met Cheng Ge's as he looked up, and his roar cut off abruptly—

Lei Biao froze. The word "dog" died in his throat.

He looked Cheng Ge up and down, and after a long moment, couldn't help but say, "You... come here."

Cheng Ge stared at Lei Biao for a good while, then slowly shuffled forward a few steps. "Big Boss."

The firelight played across Cheng Ge's face. Up close, his features were as striking as distant mountains and autumn waters, his skin like snow on winter bamboo leaves.

Lei Biao looked at him, then couldn't help but lean over to glance at the three women behind him, and asked, "You... do you have a dick?"

Cheng Ge rolled his eyes inwardly, almost blurting out, "I'm bigger than you even with my pants down."

But on the surface, he put on an expression of being insulted yet too afraid to fight back, and replied in a low voice, "Yes... yes, Big Boss."

Lei Biao pointed at the three people behind Cheng Ge, his expression even more peculiar: “Those… are your concubines?”

Cheng Ge jerked his head up, his face instantly registering a look of defiant grief and determination, as if to say, ‘Better death than dishonor—don’t you dare insult my women!’

He stepped forward, physically shielding Ling Feng and the other two from Lei Biao's gaze.

His voice rose an octave, trembling but exceptionally firm: “Chief, if you have any issues, take them out on me. Don’t give my beloved concubines a hard time!”