In the end, Kunge followed Bidegla's instructions and broke Huangmao's legs, then threw him beside a garbage heap in the street, where no one would take notice.

After angering Bidegla, Kunge certainly dared not keep Huangmao as his underling. Besides, he had previously stated that protection fees should not exceed five hundred, yet this scoundrel was demanding two thousand. The extra money, he knew, had been embezzled by Huangmao.

So, for a subordinate like this, he had little compassion. He fully approved of Bidegla's methods. Dealing with those who lined their pockets with ill-gotten gains should be handled in this manner. It was their just deserts.

Yet, despite appearing to be an educated man on the surface, Bidegla's orders were ruthlessly severe. The man already looked a mess, and now he was to have his legs broken as well.

"Alright, you all can leave. I have no further need of you," Bidegla said, not even sparing a glance for Kunge and his group, before turning and heading back into the restaurant.

But then, as if suddenly remembering something, he called out to Kunge, saying, "In the future, tell your men not to collect protection fees from this restaurant anymore. In fact, you will need to send people here regularly to keep an eye on things. If something like what happened with Huangmao occurs here again, don't blame me for not warning you in advance."

Bidegla's voice was cold, and it frightened Kunge so much that cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He quickly bent over and nodded, saying, "You have my word. I will never dare to come to this establishment again, or rather, I will never collect protection fees from this street again."

"Alright, I have no more business with you. Leave," Bidegla said, showing no warmth in his attitude toward Kunge. His tone was rather displeased.

If Kunge hadn't been so deferential to him just now, he might have been tempted to resort to violence.

"Why did Kunge show such deference to that young man? Does he have some powerful background?" one of Kunge's underlings asked cautiously as they left the street.

"Smack!" Before the underling could finish speaking, he was met with a slap from Kunge. Then he heard Kunge's cold voice say, "From now on, no one is to inquire about him. He's not someone we can provoke. Otherwise, don't blame me for wiping you all out."

"Yes," the underling replied to Kunge's words. He dared not say anything more, feeling somewhat aggrieved. He had only spoken a few words and yet had been slapped. It was truly unfair.

It wasn't until they had walked about five hundred meters away that Kunge finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Bidegla wouldn't pursue him. They didn't know just how afraid he had been that Bidegla would catch up to them.

He still remembered the solemn expression on his elder brother's face when he had warned him about Bidegla. He rarely saw that expression, and it was almost as if he had never seen it before. It was clear that even his own elder brother didn't dare to provoke that young man.

"Remember, don't come to this street to collect protection fees anymore. Otherwise, don't blame me for breaking your legs," Kunge's threatening voice rang out as they slowly moved away.

"Third brother, I'm finding it increasingly difficult to understand you," Mordhadi said, looking at Bidegla with an expression of surprise. It seemed as though he was trying to discern something from Bidegla's face.

"Elder brother, don't look at me like that. I'm not into that, nor do I have any special fetishes," Bidegla said helplessly, causing Mordhadi, who had just taken a sip of wine, to spray it all out.

His third brother was truly a unique character. He could say such things with a straight face.

Thousands of yuan had just been sprayed out of his mouth. This was truly too extravagant. Thinking of this, Mordhadi's face also showed a pained expression.

"Young man, those people won't come to cause you trouble, will they?" Betsy, the restaurant owner, approached with a look of apology.

Today's events had completely arisen because of her, and Bidegla had been unjustly implicated.

"Madam, rest assured that those people will not bother you again in the future, nor will they collect protection fees from you. You can now run your shop here with peace of mind," Bidegla said with a smile.

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"Really?" Upon hearing Bidegla's words, Betsy, the madam, was visibly excited. Running the shop here would barely allow her to make ends meet. If she were to be harassed by this little thug from time to time, her business might really not survive.

Although she was not clear about Bidegla's background, she already believed in most of what had just happened outside.

"Alright, madam, we've had enough to eat. We'll take our leave now," Bidegla said, pulling out all the money he had on him, amounting to over three thousand.

Bidegla also had some sympathy for Betsy's background, so he tried to help her as much as possible. After all, it was with her help that his elder brother managed to survive in his destitute times.

"Oh, this is too much money, I cannot accept it," Betsy, the madam, was astonished as she held a stack of money and hurriedly refused.

However, when she tried to return the money to Bidegla, she found that Bidegla and Mordhadi had already left. Watching their departing figures, Betsy, the madam, felt deeply moved. She knew that she might never see Bidegla again in the future.

"Brother, you cannot stay here anymore," Bidegla said with an unmistakable tone after returning to Mordhadi's cottage.

"Why? I've been living well here, and the rent is cheap, only a hundred a month," Mordhadi laughed and showed no intention of moving out.

"Nonsense. With me around, I won't let you stay here anymore. You don't have to worry about your illness anymore. One million is enough for her treatment. Now, I'll take you out to find a new place," Bidegla said, dragging Mordhadi out.

"Then you wait a moment," Mordhadi said, running to the bedside and pulling out a heavy box from underneath the bed. It seemed to contain Mordhadi's daily clothes.

Carefully opening the box, he took out a nearly white suit and put it on.

"Brother, why do you still keep this suit?" Bidegla was also surprised to see Mordhadi wearing this tattered suit. It wasn't that he looked down on Mordhadi for wearing it, but the suit had some history. It was a birthday gift from Mordhadi's ex-girlfriend.

However, the woman had already run off with a wealthy man. Why keep this tattered suit?

"Heh, the suit isn't completely worn out yet, so I can still wear it," Mordhadi forced a smile, but it was very bitter.

"Brother, don't cling to things that are lost. We must always look forward. Trust me, throw away this suit. That woman is not worth your nostalgia," Bidegla said with a heartfelt tone, noticing the bitterness on Mordhadi's face.

"You don't need to say more," Mordhadi stopped Bidegla from continuing, saying, "The day I truly let go of her, I will personally burn this suit."

"Well, it's up to you then," Bidegla shrugged nonchalantly and then took Mordhadi to an ATM nearby to withdraw some money.

The housing prices in Zhuhai City were very high, and even renting a house was not something an ordinary person could afford. But Bidegla was not short of money now, and Mordhadi would not be short of money in the future, so he took Mordhadi directly to a quiet residential area.

The neighborhood seemed to have been recently constructed, and its appearance was remarkably new. Upon inquiring about the rental price, Mordhadi was stunned to hear that it was a whopping ten thousand a month. This was equivalent to two or three months' worth of his previous salary, so he immediately reconsidered.

"Brother, no need to leave. From now on, you'll live here. Don't worry about the money. I'll cover the rent for six months in advance, and then you can figure out the rest on your own," Bidegla assured him, calling the landlord and paying the six months' rent upfront.

The location was excellent, and it was convenient to the jewelry store branch. Thinking of the convenience, Bidegla realized that he had always wanted to buy a vehicle. After solving Mordhadi's housing issue, Bidegla immediately took him out and said, "Brother, come with me to buy something."

"What are we buying?" Mordhadi asked with a puzzled expression.

"You'll see when we get there," Bidegla replied, pushing him into a taxi without further explanation.

About twenty minutes later, Bidegla and Mordhadi stepped out of the taxi in front of the largest 4S store in Zhuhai City.

"Little brother, are you buying a car?" Mordhadi, realizing what Bidegla was planning, couldn't help but envy him.

Having just graduated a year ago, for many people, buying a car was a distant dream. Being able to solve one's own food and clothing needs was already considered very good.

"Yes, I've been wanting to buy a car for a while, and today's a good day for it," Bidegla smiled, noticing Mordhadi's envy and said, "Brother, no need to envy me. I'm not just buying a car for myself today. You can pick one too."

"What?" Hearing Bidegla's words, Mordhadi was surprised and said, "I'll just take the bus."

"Brother, I'm afraid you haven't fully understood the situation," Bidegla said, looking at Mordhadi, feeling a bit speechless.

"What situation?" Mordhadi was still confused by Bidegla's words.

"You're going to be the manager of our jewelry store branch soon. If you don't even have a car, how will others look at you? So you don't need to worry about the money for the car today. I'll cover it for you. Consider it the company providing you with a vehicle," Bidegla said with a smile.

"Do you have the authority to do that?" Mordhadi looked at Bidegla with even greater surprise.

"Of course I do," Bidegla smiled and said, "You don't need to worry about that. Our goal today is to buy a car. If you see one you like, we'll buy it on the spot." With that, Bidegla took Mordhadi into the 4S store.

"Good day, gentlemen. What can I help you with?" At that moment, a beautiful female attendant with a professional smile approached them.

"No need, we're just browsing for now," Bidegla replied, waving his hand and then led Mordhadi into the store.

"Pff, two country bumpkins," the female attendant muttered to herself as she glanced at Mordhadi's already washed-out suit. She couldn't be bothered to serve them. Working there, she received a substantial commission for every car sold, and Bidegla and Mordhadi didn't look like wealthy customers to her.

If a customer bought a cheap car, she wouldn't make much money, so she didn't want to deal with Bidegla and Mordhadi.