"I said I can do it, I'll definitely do it! Don't hesitate!" High light slammed his hands on the table, determined. He stepped forward, placing a hand on Mike's shoulder and looked at him firmly: "Brother, go ahead and do your best! I won't let you down! Your salary starts from today at three times what it was—already notified to Human Resources and Finance!" Mike had experienced the pain of unemployment, and he still had a large mortgage to pay off in the U.S., so when he heard the news of a three-fold salary increase, he was deeply moved, tears welling up. He held High light's hand tightly, unable to speak for a long time. It was Julie who stepped in to speak on Mike's behalf: "Mr. Li, you've placed such trust in us—we promise to fully support your China Wushu game company!" "Great!" High light had been waiting for exactly that. After everything was arranged, High light felt a great sense of relief. In his heart, he had a plan—to travel around the world. Soon, the day arrived for the city government's initiative: the launch of the top ten young professionals' Taiwan trip, scheduled for next Monday. Gao Liang and Xia Yu were overjoyed. This was Gao Liang’s first visit to Taiwan, while Xia Yu had returned to her hometown after many years away. The coastal region and Taiwan are separated by a narrow Taiwan Strait. Since there are currently no direct flights, they had to transfer in Hong Kong and spend several hours on board, eventually landing at Taoyuan International Airport in Taipei. "Wow! We're home! I'm so excited!" Xia Yu beamed with happiness. Overcome with emotion, she wobbled and nearly stumbled, and Gao Liang gently steadied her. Her high heels slipped, and she staggered, falling into Gao Liang’s arms. Her cheeks flushed rosy, like two perfectly ripe apples, and her head hung low. It was Xia Yu’s first time experiencing close physical contact with a man. Her growing excitement made her heart race and her breathing quicken as her body pressed warmly against Gao Liang’s solid, comforting chest. High Light also suddenly caught a strong scent of youthful freshness, intensely stimulating his central nervous system, making him yearn for it—something he hadn’t smelled so captivating in a long time. Without thinking, he reached out with his right hand and tightened his arms around Xia Yu. Xia Yu felt a little embarrassed to be held so gently by this accomplished man, trying to push away, yet felt utterly powerless. For, in High Light’s embrace, she felt especially warm and secure. "Mr. Li, please don’t hold me like this—let go!" Xia Yu finally managed to say, her voice thin and faint. Yet High Light did not release her. At this moment, more and more people were gathering at the airport exit, and Xia Yu spotted a familiar figure among the crowd of welcome guests. She quickly tried to pull away, but High Light still held her tightly. "Let go! Let me go!" Xia Yu struggled. But it made no difference—frustrated, she quickly bit down on High Light’s arm, and he, in pain, promptly loosened his grip. That familiar person came over and asked Xia Yu, "Is this your boyfriend? He's really great! So handsome!" Xia Yu blushed deeply and said, "Qin Xue, stop making things up! I don't even have a boyfriend!" "Oh, really! Such a beautiful woman, and yet she has no boyfriend at all? I simply can't believe it!" Qin Xue is Xia Yu's close sister-in-arms, a childhood playmate. When Qin Xue heard that Xia Yu was returning to Taiwan, she was the first to come over to welcome her. Qin Xue is a lively girl, like an angel, and she was thrilled to see Gao Liang, who looked so bright and charismatic. "Hurry! The bus is coming! Let's get on!" At that moment, they had already left the airport and were waiting at a bus stop. Gao Liang hadn't taken a bus in a long time. With no seats available, all three of them stood up, crowded together, and the weather was damp and hot. Xia Yu and Qin Xue, two exceptionally attractive women, immediately attracted a group of admirers. A young guy with yellow hair, wearing sunglasses and holding a cigarette between his teeth, deliberately rubbed against Xiaoyu behind, while another young man with green hair casually squeezed Qin Xue's翘臀. Xiaoyu and Qin Xue tried to step aside, but the crowd grew even more crowded. "Oh dear!" They were suddenly pushed around, staggering and leaning against each other. The yellow-haired guy extended his hand, reaching for Xiaoyu's chest, while the green-haired one lifted Qin Xue's skirt to fondle her thigh. "Ruffians! Perverts! Get out of the way!" As Xiaoyu and Qin Xue prepared to say this, they noticed the yellow-haired and green-haired guys' eyes had sharpened into something fierce and intimidating—both men now clenched their fists or drew out knives. The two girls had never seen such a scene and were completely stunned. As the vehicle rounded a bend, the body rocked slightly, causing everyone in the cabin to lean toward one side. The two men pretended to have lost their balance and, taking advantage of the moment, fell backward toward Xiaoyu and Qin Xue. "Oh my!" Two beautiful women were pinned down on their seats by these two lusty men. With the road conditions poor and the vehicle shaking, the men took advantage of the moment when passengers were steadying themselves, and began roughly tearing at Xia Yu and Qin Xue's underwear. Xia Yu and Qin Xue tried to shout, but their mouths were blocked, and all they could hear were the men's fierce words: "If you scream again, I'll kill you!" The sharp blade flashed in front of their eyes, and the two girls could only weep and submit. Such incidents have become increasingly common in Taiwan—many passengers have witnessed them, yet none have dared to step forward and defend justice. As the two thugs were assaulting the women, a commanding voice rang out: "I give you three seconds! Release them immediately!" The two women gasped—there he was, Gao Liang! "Hah! Just you?" The yellow-haired man glanced at Gao Liang's imposing appearance and said with disdain. "Young man, don't bother yourself with this! Otherwise, I'll knock you out!" The green-haired man threatened, his voice firm. The two of them deliberately waved the "tiger head" badge on their left chests in front of everyone, drawing a wave of gasps. "It's the Bamboo Union!" someone murmured quietly in the crowd. "Taiwan's number one gang!" "We're in trouble—better move away!" Such quiet murmurs continued without end. The two beautiful women closed their eyes in despair, while the one with the yellow hair and the one with green hair grew more confident. In front of everyone, they burst into hearty laughter, then looked at the two women with a somewhat awkward, shy gaze, reaching out with their slightly clumsy hands to touch them. "One!" High Light spoke firmly, counting. The two thugs seemed completely unaware, merely glancing at High Light with a look of disdain. "Two!" High Light's voice now carried a fierce intensity. Yet, the two thugs were already unbuttoning the blouses of Xia Yu and Qin Xue. Someone beside them pulled at High Light, urging him not to be so persistent—such incidents were far too common in Taiwan, where people often remained indifferent unless directly involved. But Gao Liang boomed out with a commanding voice, shouting, "Three!" "How can you treat me like this? On Taiwan, I am—!" Before Huang Mao finished speaking, his face was smacked hard across with a sharp slap, swelling instantly, one tooth knocked out. The powerful force of the blow caused Huang Mao to release his grip on Xia Yu, his body staggering and collapsing sideways as his head struck the bus's iron pillar—dizzy and disoriented, he tumbled to the ground. People stepped back from him as if he were carrying a plague. "Pffft! You dare oppose us, the Bamboo Union Clan? I think you're simply losing your grip on life!" The green-haired man, watching his brother being assaulted, glared fiercely, holding his dagger high and charging directly at Gao Liang. "Watch out!" "Summer rain and Qin Xue, two beautiful women, shouted simultaneously, but it was too late—there were so many people, so crowded that Gao Liang couldn't avoid the blow. A sharp 'plink!' sound as the fresh, new suit on his left shoulder was punctured. The dagger missed his blood, barely grazing the flesh of his arm—only lightly scraping the skin. 'Oh no!' said Gao Liang. With so many people, the dagger had actually aimed at an elderly woman. Gao Liang, quick on his feet, seized the green-haired woman's wrist with one hand and delivered a powerful knee strike to her elbow. 'Clang!' the dagger fell to the ground. The green-haired woman reached out to pick it up, but Gao Liang kicked her away. 'Ah! Ah!' she cried out in shock, frozen in place—what had hit her? The crowd turned to see: the green-haired woman was clutching her precious egg, her face twisted in pain. 'Her egg burst! What a stroke! What a stroke!' 'She deserved it! Look at her now—dare she dare to make any more sexual advances!' "Xia Yu and Qin Xue, watching these two big flirters get thoroughly scolded, both felt a great sense of relief and pride. "You'll regret this—we're not done with you yet!" At a rest stop, the guy with yellow hair and the one with green hair supported each other as they stepped down from the vehicle, leaving these words behind. "Oh my! To have offended the Zhulian Clan—this is no small matter!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.