Chapter 339: The Professor Who’s Good at Chicken Soup, J, You’re the Student I Believe in Most

After leaving the dining room, the Professor didn’t check on K’s condition. Instead, he went straight to the living room, where J was still holding the Bible, repenting with devout sincerity.

He walked slowly to J’s side, picked up a yoga mat, laid it down, and sat cross-legged on it.

With both hands resting on his knees, he sat as if meditating. After a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke, his voice weathered and heavy, as if he had seen through the world.

“J.”

“Do you know… why, despite your glaring personality flaws, I still brought you into The Organization and even agreed to let you go out and establish your own branch?”

“When K and Q wanted to strike out on their own, I urged them to reconsider and wasn’t particularly supportive.”

“But you… you were the only one I supported. Do you know why?”

Hearing this, J slowly lowered the Bible he had been reading and turned to glance at the Professor beside him. His voice was hoarse as he replied.

“Teacher, I’ve actually thought about this over the years.”

“I think… you didn’t want Brother K to leave The Organization and set up in Dragon Country because, on one hand, the environment there isn’t suitable for building a large-scale drug trafficking operation. On the other hand…”

“Brother K is your most admired student. You wanted him to one day take over the Poker Organization.”

“As for Q, I believe it’s because she’s your favorite. She may have a sharp tongue but a soft heart. She gets along well with everyone in The Organization—well, maybe except for me.”

“If Q stayed in the Poker Organization, she could take care of everyone, making the whole group feel like a real family.”

“The two of them are the future of the Poker Organization. I agree they shouldn’t branch off on their own.”

“As for me, I’m not that important. That’s why you agreed to let me go, hoping I’d make mistakes and test whether any of us could build a new criminal organization.”

J’s words carried a faint air of self-deprecation.

But the Professor showed no reaction. He kept his eyes closed, his voice calm and steady as he continued.

“J, you’re wrong.”

“I didn’t need you to test whether a new organization could be built.”

“Long before you kids came along, two others had already proven that even after leaving the Poker Organization, they could build impressive grey empires.”

“The reason I supported your decision to start your own organization was for your own growth.”

“Your impulsive nature and lack of foresight make you more prone to mistakes than the others in The Organization.”

“But with every mistake, your growth is visible to the naked eye.”

“In terms of sheer potential, I believe you’re more outstanding than both K and Q. But if you stayed in The Organization, you might never become the person I envisioned.”

“That’s why I agreed to let you create your own organization.”

“In the beginning, I was quite pleased. You chose to use nightclubs as a front for special business, hoping to gain access to high-level figures.”

“Along the way, you faced plenty of trouble—betrayal from your own people, reports from rivals—but through it all, you grew rapidly, moving in the direction I hoped for.”

“In my vision, it wouldn’t be long before U.S. officials, even presidents, corporate tycoons, or military officers, would come to your nightclubs seeking pleasure, indulging their filthiest desires.”

“As long as you managed the nightclubs steadily, the connections and influence you’d gain would far surpass K and Q—perhaps even more than the two of them combined.”

“By controlling the scandals of those at the top through something as seemingly lowly as pimping, that was my ultimate expectation for you.”

At this point, the Professor paused for a few seconds, then shook his head with a trace of regret and continued in that same weathered tone.

“But unfortunately… your impulsiveness exceeded even my expectations.”

“Not only did you fail to befriend the first high-profile guest at your nightclub, you threw him into the bottom of New York Harbor. That’s a serious problem.”

“Still, you were lucky. You have people who truly care about you and don’t want to hand you over to the Morgan Financial Group.”

“Yesterday, I asked K whether we should hand you over to Morgan Financial Group, to slightly ease Old Morgan’s wrath, or lead the twelve of you to face the incoming Dragon Country Police.”

“To be honest, giving you up would’ve been the easier choice. It would’ve helped us shake off the pursuit of the Dragon Country Police.”

“But now, even without me saying it, I’m sure you already know what K chose.”

At those words, J finally understood just how high the Professor’s expectations for him had been.

And he also understood the pressure K had been under, and why he had insisted on shutting down the nightclub and dealing with their subordinates.

He turned to look at the Professor, then slowly lowered his head. His voice was hoarse with pain.

“I’m sorry, Teacher.”

“I let you down. And I made Brother K bear a burden he shouldn’t have had to.”

The Professor didn’t respond right away. He slowly stood up and walked toward the living room door.

Just as he was about to leave, he stopped in his tracks and spoke with pointed meaning.

“It’s not too late to understand now.”

“Put down that Bible in your hands. Give up on those useless confessions.”

“The Bible I placed in the living room was meant to help you calm your restless thoughts and maintain composure, not for you to use in repenting for the dead.”

“Instead of repenting, you’d do better to head to the dining room and protect the people who matter most in your life.”

“If you don’t want anyone else to die or be captured by the police, then sit down with K and Q and figure out how you’re going to deal with the Dragon Country Police who are about to arrive.”

With that, the Professor turned and left the living room without hesitation.

A timely reminder was part of his duty as a teacher. It still wasn’t time for him to step in.

If, even with the advantage of being on United States soil, K and the other twelve couldn’t stop the Dragon Country Police—or stop Su Ming, the one leading them—then the Professor would have no choice but to admit that the Poker Organization he had founded was nothing more than a complete failure.

…

Screech—

Another sharp sound of tires braking echoed through the air.

Q stepped out of the car in a rush, dressed in a striking outfit that showed off her stunning figure and flawless features.

Her expensive high heels accentuated the curves of her legs as she strode straight into the luxurious villa.

She headed directly to the dining room.

There, she saw K already seated, leisurely slicing into a steak.

K looked up at Q, then lowered his gaze again to continue cutting his steak, speaking in a calm voice.

“Q, I’m glad you’re here.”

“Sit down. I think it’s time we had a proper talk about our next move.”

“I need you to get in touch with the other ten. This operation isn’t just about protecting J. It’s also a test from the Professor.”

Hearing this, Q sat down at the table without a word. Instead of picking up a knife and fork, she poured herself a glass of red wine with practiced elegance and said, her tone laced with meaning,

“A test? That’s a nice way to put it. What do you mean it’s not just about protecting J?”

“If it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t be caught up in this mess. What an idiot—he’ll go after anyone without thinking.”

“We had a chance to build ties with Morgan Financial Group, and he went and made the worst possible choice…”

Before she could finish, J appeared at the entrance to the dining room and quietly took a seat beside K.

He took a deep breath, leaned forward slightly, and looked past K at Q, whose face still carried a hint of anger. His voice was filled with remorse.

“I’m sorry, Q.”

“I acted on impulse. I shouldn’t have laid a hand on Little Morgan. But now… I hope you’ll help me. I don’t want anything to happen to you all because of me.”

“I’m not afraid to die. I’m willing to die.”

“But Q, I hope you’ll agree… that we deal with the Dragon Country Police first. After that, we can talk about how to punish me. Even if that means being expelled from the Organization, I won’t complain.”

As soon as he said this, even Q—who was known for her sharp tongue—found herself momentarily at a loss for words.

She took a small sip from her wine glass, gazed at the lipstick mark on the rim, and spoke in a softer tone.

“I don’t know whether it was K or the Professor who talked some sense into you, made you stop being so stubborn and full of yourself…”

“But I have to admit, you’re a lot easier on the eyes now than you used to be.”

Then she turned to K, swirling the wine in her glass, raising an eyebrow as she asked,

“K.”

“I assume you’ve already come up with a plan to deal with those Dragon Country Police—especially that Su Ming guy leading them, right?”