Chapter 911: Chapter 850: Dead_2
A few young men looked toward the sound and saw a guy about twenty-five or twenty-six years old entering the bar slowly with a group of people.
As they appeared, they immediately attracted the attention of the other people, since anyone who comes to a bar to have fun is young, and the young nowadays love to watch this kind of excitement.
"Who the hell do you think you are? What business do you have with us chatting up girls?" The rich boys Wenhua had invited were no pushovers, each holding a bottle of wine, they approached the guy and said disdainfully.
"Waste them!" The young man who had just appeared gave a calm order to the people behind him.
As soon as his words fell, over a dozen people immediately surged forward, charging straight at the rich boys.
Although these rich boys had some authority at home, they were ultimately no match for these thugs. In just a moment, they were beaten to the ground.
"Break a leg and throw them all out." Hong Wenqiang’s son looked coldly at the guys on the ground like dead dogs and said.
With his command, his men immediately crippled them and carried them out to throw on the street.
"Damn, this bastard is really ruthless." Wenhua in the corner couldn’t help but express surprise after seeing this scene.
Although these people were called by him, they were just fair-weather friends, nothing special, so he didn’t care at all.
Liu Hun glanced at Wenhua without speaking, but at that moment, another young man entered the bar with some people.
At this moment, the entire bar suddenly seemed a bit crowded.
"Xiao Jie, are you alright? As soon as I heard someone was bullying you in the bar, I rushed over." The young man went directly to Yang Jie as soon as he entered the bar, full of concern.
"I... I’m fine..." Yang Jie’s face was pale at this moment, seemingly not yet recovered from the shock of the scene just now, and her eyes, like autumn water, revealed a hint of fear.
Seeing Yang Jie’s condition, the young man immediately turned to Hong Wenqiang’s son angrily and said, "What did you do to Xiao Jie?"
"This is my turf, you’d better get it straight; besides, what I did has nothing to do with you, does it?" Hong Wenqiang’s son was scolded by the other, and his face suddenly became a bit cold.
Compared to the rich boys earlier, he was most displeased with this guy in front of him.
If it weren’t for him, he might have won over Yang Jie a long time ago, but because of this guy’s sudden appearance, Yang Jie still hadn’t agreed to him.
Before, although they disliked each other, they would keep it in their hearts, but today the rich boys’ incident was akin to a powder keg, completely exploding the conflict between the two.
"You bastard, how can you speak to our boss like that?" one of the young master’s men from the De Yun Society angrily cursed after hearing Hong Wenqiang’s son’s words.
"You son of a bitch, you dare to curse at our young master, I’ll kill you!" Naturally, Hong Wenqiang’s son’s men weren’t willing to back down and shouted in retaliation.
Just because of these two subordinates’ words, they each grabbed a bottle and smashed it toward the other’s head.
"Bang... Bang!"
Two crisp sounds rang out as the two men simultaneously smashed the bottles on each other’s heads, blood immediately oozing from their foreheads.
"Charge, brothers, kill these bastards!"
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With a series of angry shouts, the entire bar immediately descended into mayhem, becoming extremely chaotic.
"Hey, Bro, should I spice things up for them?" Seeing the brawl erupt, Wenhua eagerly asked Liu Hun.
"Let them fight for a while first; the real experts always show up last, and with your current skills, you’d only be throwing your life away if you joined in." Liu Hun mercilessly shot down Wenhua’s suggestion.
Upon hearing Liu Hun’s words, Wenhua instantly became dejected; he was not a cultivator, just an ordinary person. If he joined in and ran into a cultivator, he’d be courting death.
Seeing Wenhua’s somewhat gloomy expression, Liu Hun didn’t say anything more. Although earlier Uncle Yun had expressed his desire to take this guy as his disciple, whether or not it would happen still depended on Wenhua’s performance and fate.
The brawl continued for about ten minutes, with everyone sustaining injuries, but more and more people kept joining the fight.
After all, this was Hongxing Gang’s turf, so their support arrived quickly, but De Yun Society was much stronger than Hongxing Gang, so their support wasn’t slow either.
Half an hour later, Liu Hun squinted slightly, a slight smile appearing at the corner of his mouth as he watched some decisive and ruthless people in the scene, shaking his head, softly murmuring, "The real show is gradually beginning."
"Those old guys seem to be cultivators, right? I didn’t expect them to actually send in cultivators over a girl," Wenhua said in surprise.
Before he could react, Liu Hun slowly got up, put on the cap behind his neck, and with a move, blended into the scene.
At this moment, a guy with a full beard was wildly swinging a baseball bat at De Yun Society people, with each swing, one or two people would fall.
Before Wenhua could even react, Liu Hun was already silently behind him, then bent down to pick up a short knife from the ground and stabbed it fiercely toward the bearded guy’s back.
The moment before the short knife touched his body, the guy shuddered, seemingly sensing the danger from behind.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he gently tapped the ground with his feet, trying to propel himself into the air.
His speed was swift, but Liu Hun was faster, accurately thrusting the short knife into the back of his heart the moment his feet left the ground.
"Boom..." The bearded man’s massive body collapsed to the ground with force, his eyes staring death into Liu Hun’s standing form in front of him.
"Who... who are you?" Even at this moment, the bearded man hadn’t thought he would die in such a small bar.
Even though De Yun Society people were tough, they wouldn’t kill him, so he immediately sensed that this guy probably wasn’t from De Yun Society.
"That question, I’ll tell you when you’re in hell." Liu Hun looked at the dying bearded man, his lips curling into a slight smile, then moved and quickly disappeared from the scene.
Five minutes later, Liu Hun, Uncle Yun, and Wenhua gathered in a café opposite the bar, leisurely sipping coffee.
"Bro... Bro, did you just kill someone?" In the private room, Wenhua looked at Liu Hun with a somewhat pale face.
Seeing Liu Hun’s calm face, a hint of dread suddenly rose in Wenhua’s heart. Only now did he realize that although Liu Hun usually seemed harmless, when he made a move, it was deadly.
In the past, even though his subordinates included some cultivators, they wouldn’t easily kill, and even when necessary, it was his subordinates who acted; he himself had never killed before.
But Liu Hun had done so, and the person he killed was someone crucial from Hongxing Gang.
"Young master, why didn’t you directly kill those two young men as well?" Before Liu Hun could respond, Uncle Yun spoke up first with a frown.
"If we killed those two as well, the impact would certainly be greater, but next, those two old guys would definitely go crazy, and if things got out of hand, we wouldn’t gain anything; killing someone crucial from Hongxing Gang is already enough for us. Notify Old Ding to have the SWAT team come in half an hour to arrest everyone; then we can easily swallow up Hongxing Gang." Liu Hun, eyes fixed on the "exciting" scene across the bar, softly replied to Uncle Yun.