Chapter 384: Chapter 379 Zhan 9
Just like Bi Xia said, sometimes all it takes is timing; when the time is right, everything will fall into place naturally.
It hadn’t even been two days since his talk with Chu Hansong, and Bi Xia had already received news that there was internal strife within a subgroup of Yuan Gang, and they were negotiating tonight at one of their bars. Meanwhile, Yuan Hai happened to be out of Qing City. As for where he went...
Bi Xia curved his lips. Bi Qingyun, I wonder how you’re getting along with your new girlfriend. Running into Yuan Hai unexpectedly might give you a big surprise.
Lightly adjusting his baseball cap, Bi Xia lazily looked at Meng Chi, who came with him, and slightly raised an eyebrow, "What’s up?"
Meng Chi shook his head, "A bit excited. I feel like I can finally get my revenge..."
Bi Xia chuckled, "This is revenge? We’re just getting started."
Patting Meng Chi’s shoulder, he continued, "Chi, remember, nothing in this world is smooth sailing. We don’t pick fights with others, but once someone provokes us, we retaliate hard. Otherwise, people will think we’re easy targets."
"So, if you want revenge, make sure that person never gets up again and can never mock you, that’s true revenge!"
Meng Chi stared blankly at Bi Xia, who raised an eyebrow, "What? These are my mom’s words. Though she used to be a pushover, now..."
He frowned slightly, recalling Xia Shi pretending to be sick in bed and lecturing Bi Xiaoyuan by the ear, he grimaced, "An actress and a tigress."
Meng Chi laughed at Bi Xia’s words, "Don’t fool me, I’ve seen Auntie, she’s very gentle."
"Yes, very gentle, but now..." Bi Xia pondered over his words, "She’s especially lively." He was even doubting whether those people had kicked back his mom from her youth...
[Impossible. Scans show no signs of foreign intrusion. Current Beauty Mother is indeed Beauty Mother.] 007 said bluntly.
Bi Xia: ...
"Boss, we got word, they’ve all gone in." Liu Jin stepped off the minivan and reported to Bi Xia in the car.
Bi Xia responded flatly, and he and Meng Chi opened the car door. Instantly, a group of people stepped out from the five black minivans behind the sports car. Bi Xia threw his baseball cap into the sports car with an indifferent look on his delicate face. He waved his small hand, "Let’s go, check out our future first bar."
Though Yuan Gang was big, it was not stable. Yuan Gang’s base consisted of many mixed gangs, and Yuan Hai, eager to expand his power, hadn’t managed the thoughts and relationships within his ranks well.
Bi Xia’s task was simple: to gradually devour and dismantle Yuan Gang. Though Yuan Gang was big, combining forces was beyond Bi Xia’s capabilities, but if they played separately...
With a blank expression at the door, Bi Xia watched Liu Jin and Meng Chi lead the people inside. His starry eyes fell on the surveillance camera at the door, a sudden azure color flashed, and with a snap, the camera fell.
If they separated and ganked, she, Bi Xia, wouldn’t let them survive!
[007, exchange disguise tools now.]
The sound of the surveillance camera hitting the ground was like a switch, instantly causing countless screams to echo through the bar as the patrons rushed out. The boy who had been standing at the door was nowhere to be seen.
Liu Jin and Meng Chi led their groups of brothers in two different directions, eventually converging in the middle of the bar hall.
Meng Chi knocked one person to the ground with a club, then turned to kick another away. He sidestepped a machete aimed at him, retaliating with a steel whip, mercilessly breaking the attacker’s arm.
Just then, Meng Chi heard Liu Jin’s distant shout of his name. He turned to look, only to see a machete coming straight at him, leaving no time to dodge.
Bang—
"Ah!"
Screams echoed. Meng Chi stared at the man who had fallen to the ground clutching his shoulder, then looked at the machete and steel whip at his feet. Someone had saved him with a steel whip...
Just then, Meng Chi realized the entire bar had gone silent. Suddenly, a cold laugh echoed. Looking up, he saw two young men trembling on the stage in the center of the dance floor. Looking further up...
A boy with a golden half-mask on his face sat sideways on one man’s back, with one foot on another’s back. A silver Swiss knife was being played with in his hand, shimmering with a sinister cold light under the colorful lights.
"W-who are you?" The man beneath the boy trembled as he asked.
The boy caught the knife he had tossed, slightly tilting his head. Under the golden half-mask, his dark eyes were deep and emotionless. Suddenly, his exposed red lips curled up as he coldly replied, "Nine Pavilion Master, Zhan Jiu."