The Local Snake and the River-Crossing Dragon
"Bang!" A large bottle of kerosene exploded next to the four people! Although it didn't set them on fire, the oil and sparks splashed all over them, and their hair and clothes were a little flaming. The four people hurriedly stopped and patted the flames off their bodies. Xianyu Shuan had already lit a second bottle of kerosene and threw it at their feet!
This time, the four men were on guard and dodged in time, thus avoiding being burned. Two of them, carrying knives, were about to pounce on Xianyu Shuan when Xianyu Shuan turned and rushed back into the kerosene shop. This time, he came out with four or five kerosene bottles hanging around his neck and an oil lamp in his hand, holding it close to the fuse, looking like he was ready to light it if they came any closer and smash them if they turned away.
"Keep throwing, don't stop!" Song Tianyao hadn't run far. Hearing the sound of the bottle breaking, he turned around and saw that Xianyu Shuan had cleverly used a kerosene bottle to help him out of the predicament. Song Tianyao stopped and grabbed a watermelon knife from a nearby fruit stall. Meanwhile, Scribe Hui, holding a carrying pole in both hands, followed Song Tianyao back.
Upon hearing Xianyu Shuan Song Tianyao's words, Xianyushuan deftly lit the kerosene bottle and continued to smash it at the four of them one after another! The larger the area of the flames spreading on the ground, the less space the four of them had to dodge. They could only retreat towards Song Tianyao and Xianyu Shuan, and they also had to pat off the stray flames that were splashed on their bodies from time to time.
Song Tianyao lacked the skill and courage to fight a group of martial arts figures, but he was ruthless in taking advantage of someone's misfortune. Taking advantage of a guy bending down to pat the flames that had accidentally caught fire in his crotch, Song Tianyao swung his watermelon knife and slashed the back of the man's neck!
Unfortunately, he wasn't good at chopping people. His first strike didn't result in a head falling to the ground; the knife got stuck in the flesh of the other man's neck and he couldn't pull it out. Song Tianyao could only retreat empty-handed, watching the unfortunate guy jump and scream in agony with the watermelon knife stuck in his neck.
While the other three were dodging the kerosene, Scribe Hui swung his carrying pole and struck them forcefully. For a moment, it seemed that neither side had gained the upper hand, or rather, Master Hui had a slight advantage, since Song Tianyao had injured one of the opponents with a knife.
Just then, Dai Feng, who was in the back seat of the taxi, opened the door. Dressed in a clean and well-tailored suit, his face was full of disdain. "The old men in the gang are getting worse and worse at recruiting people. They can even kill someone and turn it into this mess."
As he spoke, he slowly walked towards Xianyu Shuan. Xianyu Shuan noticed someone behind him and immediately leaned his back against the wall, bringing the oil lamp in his hand closer to the kerosene bottle's tip, shouting, "Don't come any closer!"
Seeing Dai Feng get out of the taxi, Song Tianyao disregarded everything else. He had witnessed Dai Feng at the Lichi Shanghai Restaurant, where he was evenly matched with Gao Lao Cheng. Now, through the firelight, he shouted to Xianyu Shuan, "Run! Run!"
Xianyu Shuan wanted to light a kerosene bottle and throw it at Dai Feng to force him back before turning around and rushing along the street to meet up with Song Tianyao. The moment he bent down to light the kerosene bottle, Dai Feng, who had been moving slowly, suddenly bent down and accelerated! By the time Xianyu Shuan lit the kerosene bottle and looked up again, Dai Feng was already in front of him!
Dai Feng reached out and snatched the lit kerosene bottle and oil lamp from Xianyu Shuan's hands. At the same time, he kicked out, striking Xianyu Shuan squarely in the chest! The force was so great that even the wall behind Xianyu Shuan chipped some plaster!
With a single kick, Xianyu Shuan lost his fighting ability. His eyes bulged out like a dead fish, his body slowly slumped against the wall, blood foam gushing from his mouth, and his eyes weakly looked at Dai Feng.
"You like playing with fire, huh? I'll let you play with it all you want." Dai Feng strode forward, but threw the kerosene bottle and oil lamp next to Xianyu Shuan! Flames erupted, setting Xianyu Shuan's clothes ablaze!
"Ah~" The already powerless Xianyu Shuan rolled on the ground screaming as he was burned, getting even more kerosene on him, and his whole body was engulfed in flames.
Through the firelight, Song Tianyao glared at Dai Feng, his eyes filled with ferocity. For the first time since his rebirth, he uttered a vicious curse, "Dai Feng! I'll curse your ancestors for eighteen generations! I, Song Tianyao, swear I won't rest until I kill you!"
"I'll send you down to be reborn as a pig or a dog right now. You're just a lowly secretary, yet you have such a big mouth. What makes you think you can do that?" Dai Feng scoffed contemptuously.
As he spoke, he quickly walked around the raging flames in the middle of the street, intending to kill Song Tianyao himself. However, before he could even get through the flames and stand still, several figures appeared on the long street behind Song Tianyao. The one in the lead was a burly man with a strong build. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of homespun trousers, but as if to show off, he was wearing a long black trench coat made of high-quality flannel. Around his neck was a snakeskin gold chain as thick as a thumb. Most outrageously, he was carrying a sheathed samurai sword on his shoulder.
"Because he has a distant cousin named Chen Tai."
Chapter 130 Local Bullies and Foreign Dragons
After Chen Tai mustered up the courage to retort to Song Tianyao at Chen Qingwen's candy store that day, he fled the store as if he were running away. Before he spoke those words to Chen Tai Song Tianyao, even when he fought with those thugs at the dock, he was still uneasy and felt that there were too many forks in the road, and he didn't know which way to take the next step. But after he spoke those words, he felt relieved because there was only the path he had chosen in front of him.
Instead of asking Gao Lao Cheng for help, Chen Tai went to the Mei Yin Guild Hall, a place where he had witnessed wealth, luxury, and extravagance, and met the owner of the Mei Yin Guild Hall, Gao Lao Cheng's yellow paper brother, Harmony Heroes, the White Paper Fan Bo Cong.
Bo Cong was thirty-four years old. In his twenties, he was surrounded by enemies and had his right Achilles tendon severed during a fight, leaving him disabled and limping. Although he could no longer fight, Bo Cong began to make his way in the underworld by using his wits. His gang, Wo Harmony Heroes, had only about five hundred members left after the war, making it a third-rate gang. They had no territory, docks, or businesses left, and no capital to compete with other gangs. The gang leader and his uncles were practically useless and had gone to the New Territories to retire. Bo Cong simply led more than a hundred Harmony Heroes brothers who were still willing to risk their lives to travel over mountains and rivers to the Golden Triangle in Myanmar. They wanted to find the remnants of the Kuomintang Eighth Army, which had been suffering defeats in the China Kuomintang Eighth Army but had been the strongest army in the Golden Triangle, fearing the Myanmar government army, the India army, and the local chieftains. Their territory stretched from Myitkyina in the north to Chiang Mai Thailand Chiang Mai Province in the south, and to the mountainous areas of Laos in the east, covering nearly 200,000 square kilometers. They wanted to buy the opium grown in the Golden Triangle.