"You know what, Chengtailang? Honestly, there’s no real enmity between us, and to be frank, I’m a bit embarrassed to go after you."
In the end, it was Lin Miao who went to Chengtailang’s territory to steal something. Regardless of Chengtailang’s morals or how many laws he’s broken, Lin Miao is the one at fault.
So even though he was chased for so long and got hurt, he never actively sought trouble with the other party.
In the floating car, Lin Miao fumbled with his wrist and smoothed his sleeve before stepping out.
"Thank you for trusting Delaman Taxi Services. Please rate your experience, and if you have any comments..."
Lin Miao didn’t comment on anything; his service wasn’t over yet. He simply continued to speak to the two disheveled people,
"But it’s unfortunate. This world is full of coincidences that brought our relationship to this point."
This was Lin Miao’s first time renting a floating car from Delaman Corporation. Not only was it fast, but it was also smooth, definitely worth the price, though the thousands of euros it cost for a single ride were a bit too steep.
"Damn it, who the hell are you?"
"Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is that many people want you dead, and you just happened to walk right into my gun’s sights. If not today, then some other day."
"Stop spouting nonsense, do you take me for a three-year-old?"
Chengtailang squinted, unsure of whether or not to shoot the person in front of him.
But he disdained the other’s words.
The Phoenix Club has so much dirt on the upper class that even Chengtailang himself probably couldn’t count it all.
If something happened to him, none of those people would get away with it.
As long as he could escape, there was still a chance for everything.
Seeing that the other party wasn’t willing to give up resistance, Lin Miao didn’t waste more words. After giving them a look, he turned to the players catching up and said,
"This is the city, don’t cause trouble for our sheriff. Be civilized when you make your move, and don’t scare the citizens."
After saying this, Lin Miao turned and got back in the car. Wagako, that old woman, was still waiting for him.
Being ignored, Chengtailang burned with rage and fired several shots at the floating car door as it was about to close. But his bullets only struck the door panel, not affecting Lin Miao sitting inside at all.
As the door was about to close, Lin Miao’s eyes, full of pity, were still looking at him from the sofa.
How many times had players died at Chengtailang’s Phoenix Club?
The number probably reached four figures already. The difficulty of attacking a chief’s core base in the Tiger Claw Gang’s stronghold was imaginable.
But Chengtailang was alone now.
The players had a lot of anger towards him, waiting to be vented.
"Yo, Zhengfa Chengtailang, you’re really in a mess, aren’t you?"
As Chengtailang turned his gaze back, he realized that in the little time they delayed, five or six players had already surrounded them.
Especially this blond white guy in front of him, acting like he knew Chengtailang very well—who the hell are you?
And the Egyptian Beauty stood there with arms crossed, speaking in a contemptuous tone, using a strange stance.
"Leave this guy to me, the one beside him is yours."
"Understood, understood, it’s a battle of destiny (funny)."
"Are we going to see Dio-sama beat up Chengtailang today?"
"Or maybe the other way around. I mean, Chengtailang is a boss-level character, right? It’d be funny if Egypt’s beauty fails."
"If that happens, wouldn’t the boss’s head become ours? Really can’t handle you."
The new players were like young bulls unafraid of tigers, completely relegating Sazaki to the background.
Dio? This guy’s name is Dio? Why does the scan say Aiji Yanfu?
Why would a white guy take a Japanese name?
And why do these people seem to talk like there’s a thing between Chengtailang and this blond white guy?
Confused and unsure of this person’s strength before him, Chengtailang could only take it step by step.
He dropped the empty handgun and pulled out a knife from his inner lining.
No matter what, he was part of the underworld, and Chengtailang indeed had some combat implants. Due to personal preferences, he didn’t have much combat experience, but now he had no other choice, he had to put up a desperate fight.
"Finish them quickly, then figure out a way to get into the subway."
Sazaki, too, held a samurai sword, warily looking at the four players.
As she watched Chengtailang walk towards her step by step, the Egyptian Beauty spread her hands, shaking her head with a smile.
"Oh... Not choosing to run away but approaching me, Dio?"
"It’s funny how your little underlings are like students scrambling to finish an exam, desperately trying to get you out..."
What lousy metaphor, did someone kick this guy in the head?
Chengtailang’s lips curled into a mocking smile.
"I’m quite sure I don’t know you, but I’ve seen that look in many people’s eyes; let me guess, was it your wife, your mother, or your daughter that I threw into the club? Are they still alive? Probably got played to death, right?"
This guy isn’t just losing lines but also hitting a nerve with the Egyptian Beauty.
"Lisa Zoe, Dennis Knight, do these names ring a bell?"
Chengtailang displayed a dismissive expression.
"Who would remember such common names."
"You bastard... Just how many people have you harmed."
"Do you remember how many slices of bread you’ve eaten?"
Damn it, is that your line? Isn’t this supposed to be mine, as Dio’s?