In the circle of the underworld, which follows the supreme law of 'survival of the fittest,' a perfect gang should be an organization at the forefront of technology, with a high degree of division of labor, specialization, and elite structure based on intellectual crime. It doesn't have to be at odds with the government or ordinary citizens; it can even become a potential help to the country. For example, the country can only condemn Japan for visiting the Yasukuni Shrine, but I can have someone blow it up.
——Ye Wudao's Quotes, Gangster Chronicles
Taking his new underling Ye Wudao to the fifth floor of the cafeteria, he ordered over a dozen dishes. Anyway, Wu Nuanyue, who was snuggled up against him, had plenty of money. Zhang Bushi wolfed down the food, stuffing it into his mouth, occasionally looking up to smile at them, like a starving ghost reincarnated.
Ye Wudao smiled and handed him a glass of water. "Don't worry, even if you wanted to rent out the whole floor to eat, it wouldn't be a problem. The person beside me is a little rich girl, way richer than me！" This earned him a glare from Wu Nuanyue. When Zhang Bushi looked at her, he actually blushed, but the two were fooling around and didn't notice.
"Why are they messing with you？" Ye Wudao asked. Zhang Bushi put down his chopsticks and said nonchalantly, "Maybe because I look like I'm asking to be punched." Seeing the somewhat cold expression on Ye Wudao's face, a wave of panic and unease surged in his heart, and he immediately straightened up and said, "Don't worry, boss. From now on, if anyone messes with me, I, Toad, will make sure they hit the floor！" Seeing Ye Wudao nod slightly, he finally relaxed and started eating. For some reason, the Ye Wudao in front of him sometimes gave off an unfathomable pressure. It was the first time he had ever known what real presence meant！
"Who were those people？"
"They're all from the Red Axe Gang, a bunch of guys who just loaf around and stir up trouble all day. They collect protection fees every day and rob other schools and stuff." Zhang Bushi said while gnawing on a chicken leg.
"Red Axe Gang？" Ye Wudao asked curiously. It seemed he was a bit out of the loop. He was rated one of the school's Trashy Four Gentlemen without knowing it, and he was clueless about the gangs and beauties. He really didn't know what he did at school—it seemed like nothing besides sleeping.
“There are four major gangs in the school. Li Tianyang's Hero Society in the second year has over 370 members. The core members include three vice presidents—Zhou Zilie, Jiang Yuan, and Xu Fengkai. Among them, Zhou Zilie is the most formidable, serving as the head of both the Kendo Club and the Judo Club. He excels in close-quarters combat and is one of the few people in school who actually pose a threat to me. Jiang Yuan's father is reportedly the city's Public Security Bureau director. Below the vice presidents are the Four Heavenly Kings, but in my opinion, all of them combined aren't as terrifying as their president, Li Tianyang. The Hero Society is firmly number one！ The one that can truly rival them is Cao Fangque's Chaozhou Gang in the third year, with about 200 members, but their military advisor, Fan Wenya, is an absolute ruthless bastard who devours people without spitting out bones！ Then there's the Red Axe Gang you just saw, around a hundred members. Their leader, Wei Yuanzhe, the third-year Security Department head, actually has some skills. And what's more interesting is the 'Phoenix Group'—all girls, with a mysterious leader who hasn't shown up yet. As for the other scattered little groups, they're nothing significant.” After saying all that in one breath, Zhang Bushi quickly drank some water to moisten his throat. “How come I've never heard of you, boss？”
“It's really like warlords carving up the central plains and vying for supremacy！” Ye Wudao laughed. “Do you know who I am?” Zhang Bushi shook his head blankly, scratched his head a little awkwardly when he realized he didn't even know the boss's name, and wore a silly grin. Ye Wudao brazenly caressed Wu Nuanyue's smooth cheek and said, “You've heard of Ye Wudao, right? As in one of the Rubblish Four Young Masters?”
"That guy definitely knows！ Boss, you couldn't be that Ye Wudao, could you？" Zhang Bushi said with his mouth wide open in shock. Wu Nuanyue lay in Ye Wudao's arms, giggling, "So you're this famous！" Ye Wudao covered Wu Nuanyue's breast and gently kneaded it, grinning wickedly, "Honey, how big is it here？" Wu Nuanyue never expected Ye Wudao to touch her chest in front of others, so embarrassed she wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it, but the waves of tingling pleasure spreading from her chest made her body cling tightly to Ye Wudao. The novel stimulation combined with her lover's touch made the innocent girl gradually lose herself, only knowing to enjoy Ye Wudao's tenderness. Zhang Bushi quickly lowered his head, pretending not to see anything. This boss was indeed a true lecher—probably not a virgin anymore.
"A school of two thousand people actually has seven or eight hundred gang members—that's not just a little 'dark'！ Since that's the case, let me end this chaos and unify Mingzhu Academy！" Ye Wudao suddenly slipped his hand into Wu Nuanyue's collar, following her cleavage to profane the virgin peaks that no one had ever touched. "You're my first underling！ What should I name it？"
"Someone as proud as a prince like you—calling you Crown Prince is most fitting. Why not call it the Crown Prince Party？" Wu Nuanyue raised her blushing, rosy face and smiled. "Crown Prince Party！ Crown Prince, a great name！ Boss, from now on I'll call you Crown Prince！" Zhang Bushi slapped the table in admiration.
"Just leave the recruitment for the Crown Prince Party to me. Money's not a problem. Even though the more people the better right now, I still don't want too many useless deadweights who freeload! There are a few key points you need to watch out for. First, no matter what it takes, bring in guys with real skills, and follow the rule of 'the capable hold high positions.' That means even though you, Toad, are my first lackey, if someone else's abilities surpass yours, you'll still end up as their lackey. Whether you become a dragon or a worm depends on you! Second, the organization must not exclude those with excellent grades; in fact, try to absorb as many as possible. The guys with bad grades who loaf around have mostly already joined gangs, but that's a secondary reason. The main reason is that our organization isn't just about doing low-class, scummy things like stealing or mugging people. I want my organization to be a vast and orderly underworld empire! There's absolutely no way to do without elite talents with high IQs and sharp minds. I can't exactly have you, this toad, become a hacker, can I?" Ye Wudao blathered on for a while, then suddenly let out a sly laugh. "Finally, don't let the girls off either. As for the reason, hehehe..."
Zhang Bushi caught on and let out a lecherous laugh that any man would understand. Ye Wudao chucked a can of Coke at him. "Why are you laughing so lecherously？！" Zhang Bushi snatched the can out of the air, flipping backward into a somersault with shocking speed.
"Women are a trump card I have in my hand right now. Since my Crown Prince Party has already lost at the starting line, I have to play by different rules！ With women around, men always manage to do things beyond their abilities, and besides, who dares to underestimate today's girls?" Ye Wudao said with a mysterious smile. At that moment, he exuded an indescribable dark aura. Wu Nuanyue, standing beside him, was the one who could best feel that alluring, irresistible pull toward decadence, and she once again sank into his embrace.
"A beauty's pull is astonishingly powerful！" Ye Wudao pinched Wu Nuanyue's cheek and laughed. Zhang Bushi kept nodding, saying, 'Yeah, yeah.'
“As for the issue of fame, heh heh, within the next few days I'll make the whole school know about the Crown Prince Party！ Give me Zheng Yan's detailed information before tonight. As for what I'm going to do, you don't need to ask！ Alright, that's it. I'm off to class. I don't care either way, but my wife is a model student！” Ye Wudao put his arm around Wu Nuanyue and walked out of the cafeteria. Zhang Bushi, following behind them, felt a sense of rebirth. He realized he understood less and less about Ye Wudao, this prodigal son in others' eyes. His frivolous exterior was just a mask, but how much real strength he had, even Zhang Bushi—a reckless brawler who'd been fighting on the streets since age six—couldn't tell. But his intuition told him that facing the school's top gangster, Li Tianyang, was preferable to facing Ye Wudao！
Crown Prince Party！ From now on, he would be that crown prince's underling. No longer getting beaten, but doing the beating instead.