“Hmph, did you take a good measure of yourself before thinking of fighting the Qing Gang?” Situ Liren said disdainfully. “You should think carefully whether or not you’ll be able to leave this place tonight.”
After he said this, Situ Liren turned to the other guests in the bar and said, “There are some private matters we have to settle, please leave. Tonight, Situ Liren will foot the bill.”
When those guests heard Situ Liren’s words, they immediately vanished like smoke. There was nobody in Shanghai that didn’t know the name Qing Gang. These people had no wish to tread on muddy water, it was not worth getting involved. There were some nosey people who stayed behind earlier to watch all the excitement, but after Situ Liren spoke they didn’t dare stay either.
In a short period of time, all the guests of the bar had left. The bar’s staff also retreated to the back of the bar.
Ye Qian slowly stood up, looked at Wan Chun Hua and said, “You rest first.” Then his gaze swept over Situ Liren and his people that numbered over 20 and smiled coldly, his expression emitting a cold killing intent.
“To death?” Mo Long stood up and asked calmly.
“No need, just make each person lose an arm.” Ye Qian replied casually.
“Okay!” Mo Long replied.
These two were conversing like this, completely not attaching any importance to Situ Liren and his people.
“Give me their death!” Situ Liren took a few steps back then gave the order.
The more than twenty subordinates replied that they understood, then they pulled out a variety of weapons concealed in their bodies. With a unified roar they pounced towards Ye Qian and the others.
Ye Qian took the initiative and made the first move. Both legs took powerful steps and his whole body sailed into the air. Three successive magnificent kicks made the first three people in front flyaway. Mo Long followed closely behind and ruthlessly smashed a fist onto a guy’s nose, then immediately grabbed that guy by the wrist and twisted it with strength, the sound of bone breaking could immediately be heard. That person screamed and then collapsed to the floor, wailing piteously.
Zhao Tie Zhu laughed and patted Wan Chun Hua on the shoulder and said, “Go find a place to lie down, don’t let your head get split open again.” After he said this, Zhao Tie Zhu charged ahead, roaring, his voice like a great bell, his whole body like an arrow that sprung from a bow, both fists smashing with a loud rumble. Literature has Taiji, the martial world had Baji, one could see that the Eight Extremes Fist (Baji Quan) possessed formidable power. The Open-gate Eight Extremes Fist had the shocking power of the mountain, movement like a taut bow, strikes like a thunderclap.
Wan Chun Hua gave Zhao Tie Zhu an angry look and grabbed a machete that had fallen to the ground and joined the fray. Although he didn’t have skill like Ye Qian, Mo Long or Zhao Tie Zhu, he still had the spirit of a brave man that would risk his life. Moreover, whether intentionally or otherwise, whenever Wan Chun Hua got in any danger, Zhao Tie Zhu would dispatch that enemy for him. So Wan Chun Hua was able to look like a budding talent, wherever he went, nobody could stop him.
Mo Long followed Ye Qian’s instructions very stringently. Anybody who came across him would have their left arm twisted broken. Ye Qian was also the same, everywhere he went was left with wailing cries and the successive sounds of breaking bone.
Seeing his more than twenty little brothers being defeated one by one, Situ Liren started to feel afraid. He couldn’t help a shudder that went through his body, and he unconsciously retreated back.
In a few short minutes, all of Situ Liren’s more than twenty subordinates were lying on the floor. Each of them wailing in pain without the strength and courage to stand up. Faced with Ye Qian’s existence that was like a demon from the underworld, how could they have the power and courage to resist. Now they really wished they could crawl into a cave and hide for a while, wishing they would never see Ye Qian and the others ever again.
Situ Liren’s face became ashen at the sight of his subordinates lying on the floor, a shudder went through his whole body. As the Xiang Lord of the Ren Zi Hall of the Qing Gang, Situ Liren had been through many life and death situations. Only these people in front of him now had ever given him pressure like this. He looked at Ye Qian in a daze and his face became filled with fear.
Zhao Tie Zhu who was injured all over was being supported by Wan Chun Hua who brought him to the side to sit. He looked at Wan Chun Hua rebukingly and said, “Didn’t I tell you rest, you insisted on showing off.”
“Didn’t you see how many people laozi got rid of.” Wan Chun Hua scoffed.
“Fine, you’re awesome.” Zhao Tie Zhu sighed helplessly, then said, “If I didn’t protect you, you could be laying there like the rest of them.”
“Chi!” Mo Chun Chu disdainfully scoffed, but from the bottom of his heart he was very grateful to Zhao Tie Zhu. Intentionally or otherwise, Zhao Tie Zhu protected him, he knew. But he wouldn’t let Zhao Tie Zhu that xiaozi become smug about it.
Ye Qian slowly walked to Situ Liren step by step. He walked very slowly, at each step Situ Liren’s heart would jump. The sound of each footstep was like the ticking of a clock of death, little by little ravaging the last of the guards in Situ Liren’s mind.
“Don’t come, don't come any closer.” Situ Liren suddenly pulled a gun out of his pocket and pointed it at Ye Qian.
Ye Qian became a little dumbstruck and stopped. Gun regulations were very strict. Even though the Qing Gang was the number one large gang in Shanghai and using guns was no problem for them, Ye Qian didn’t expect Situ Liren to pull one out in this public place.
Mo Long creased his brows and went in front of Ye Qian. Ye Qian smiled lightly and looked at Mo Long and said unhurriedly, “There’s not problem, step aside.”
Mo Long turned to Ye Qian, nodded and retreated back.
With a gun in hand, Situ Liren apparently gained a little more confidence. But he knew that if he opened fire the situation would get worse. But he had no other choice, he knew that he was no match for Ye Qian unarmed and could only rely on the gun to deter Ye Qian. “What good is your skill, are you faster than a bullet?” Situ Liren said angrily. “You make another move and laozi will shoot you to death.”
The distance between Ye Qian and Situ Liren was not far. He was confident that once Situ Liren opened fire he could avoid it hitting his vital parts and then grab the gun. Getting injured was hard to avoid. He snorted coldly and said, “What I hate the most is people pointing a gun at me. If you can, shoot.” After he said this, Ye Qian slowly took steps towards to Situ Liren.
“Halt, I’m telling you to halt. If you come any closer I’ll shoot.” Situ Liren said frantically. It wasn’t that he had never shot a gun before or that he had never killed before, but he didn’t know why, when faced with Ye Qian he felt an enormous pressure and his hands couldn’t help trembling.
At this moment, a white light from outside the bar flew in, after a shriek from Situ Liren, the gun fell to the floor.
Translated by:
korezmi
Edited by:
Furutze