Following Song Tianyao's instructions, Chen Tai rushed to the three of Dai Feng who were still patting the flames. He wielded his long sword, slashing and hacking, and in just over ten seconds, all four men were lying on the ground, groaning and screaming in agony.
Dai Feng's contemptuous expression vanished as he sized up Chen Tai, who was walking towards him. "Big guy, your knife's pretty impressive, huh?"
As he spoke, he lifted his suit jacket and pulled out his belt from his waist. The belt was a chain with an iron ball the size of a pigeon egg at each end. The top of the iron ball protruded with a sharp spike. At this moment, he held one end of the chain with his left hand, while the other end hung limply on the ground.
"Qin Family Soft Whip." Chen Tai stopped and paused for a moment after seeing the iron chain, then blurted out the name of the weapon.
The moment he stopped, Dai Feng suddenly launched an attack, his body like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, charging straight at Chen Tai. With a flick of his wrist, the soft whip in his left hand flew out like an angry dragon in front of Dai Feng, its sharp tip aimed straight for Chen Tai's throat!
Chen Tai, wielding his sword with one hand, made a diagonal slash, splitting the soft whip in two. Dai Feng was already not far from Chen Tai, flicking his wrist, and the soft whip returned to his hand. He gripped the iron balls at the ends of the whip in both hands, with sharp spikes protruding from between his fingers. In the blink of an eye, the soft whip became a pair of knuckle dusters in his hands. Chen Tai had already launched a backhand slash at Dai Feng's abdomen. Dai Feng dodged backward, but his hands reached forward, using the iron chain between his hands to lock Chen Tai's samurai sword. At the same time, he nimbly slid to Chen Tai's side, and thrust his knuckle dusters towards Chen Tai's ribs!
Chen Tai twisted his waist and turned his body to avoid this vicious attack, but Dai Feng had already taken another step closer to him. The two were almost touching. Dai Feng's whip trembled, and he released his long knife, making a neck-locking move to wrap around Chen Tai's neck!
Chen Tai tried to raise his sword to block, but it was too late. He could only place one hand under his throat and, with the other hand gripping his long samurai sword, suddenly twist his body, as if the blade were drawing a circle around him! He wanted to force Dai Feng back!
"Is this all the local bullies in Hong Kong are capable of?" As Chen Tai turned, Dai Feng leaped up like a monkey, stabbing Chen Tai's left shoulder with both knuckle dusters! After landing the blow, he nimbly flipped backward, leaping away with his weapon!
The entire sequence of movements was ruthless, vicious, and lightning-fast.
Before anyone could see clearly, he had already distanced himself from Chen Tai, and blood was already flowing out of the two bloody holes in Chen Tai's shoulders!
"After I kill you, I'll take a shower, and then I can still catch up with Song Tianyao." Dai Feng, holding his brass knuckles, calmly said to Chen Tai, who picked up his knife from the ground again, "So, your knife can only kill trash? But that last strike that forced me back was quite interesting. What gang are you from?"
Chen Tai gripped the knife in his right hand, not even glancing at his wound. "Harmony Heroes."
"The He-prefix gangs? These 'He-prefix gangs in Hong Kong are just a bunch of lowlifes and thugs waving the Hung Mun's banner. No wonder they're good for nothing..."
"Damn it, who dares to talk about He-prefix gangs again! He Shengyi Wo Shing Yee Heizai Jie are here!" Two taxis driven by Dai Feng at the end of the street were jumped over by people stepping on their roofs, and a dozen or so thugs walked in.
Wo Shing Yee, the Double Red Pole, and Heizai Jie, holding a pair of Bik Gaai Cha, asked, "Your name is Dai Feng?"
"You know me?" Dai Feng turned his head and sized up Heizai Jie and the others, assuming they were Chen Tai's henchmen, and snorted.
Heizai Jie suddenly accelerated, not even bothering to avoid the flames, charging straight through them, his two Bik Gaai Cha gleaming. "I know you, Mother! Today I'll collect your corpse, you bastard!"
Chapter 131 Finally, he grew old.
Chen Tai's two brothers followed this Brother Yiu, whom they had never met before. To their surprise, Song Tianyao, who was running wildly, had a face full of anger, but also a kind of wild joy that they couldn't describe. It was the same kind of smile that he had when he won the Double Heaven Supreme in Pai Gow.
How could he still laugh after almost being hacked to death? This puzzled the two martial arts practitioners.
Song Tianyao rushed out of Tai Wo Street, turned the corner, and jumped onto a rickshaw that happened to be passing by. Before the driver could react, a HK$100 bill was thrown in front of him. "Mount Gough Caughton Road, hurry!"
The driver took the banknote, examined it carefully, and then the two steel-spoked wheels began to turn nimbly, the footbells jingling, as they ran towards Mount Gough Caughton Road.
"Brother Yiu! Brother Yiu! Wait for us!" After chasing the rickshaw for a while, Chen Tai's two brothers were no match for the rickshaw driver, who was used to running all year round. They stood there panting and called out to Song Tianyao on the rickshaw.
Without turning his head, Song Tianyao tossed a few banknotes behind the car. "Thank you both. Take these for tea. Tell Chen Tai he doesn't owe me anything. I have urgent business today. I'll treat you to drinks another day."
The driver, having received a hundred-yuan note, worked diligently, pulling Song Tianyao for over a thousand meters in one go. Just as he was about to slow down and catch his breath, Song Tianyao, already pedaling his footbells behind him, urged, "Faster! There'll be a bonus when we get there!"
Perhaps because Song Tianyao's fare was the highest the driver had ever earned in years, he practically ran at full speed to the gate of the Chu Family on Mount Gough Caughton Road.
When Song Tianyao jumped off the rickshaw and gave him another hundred Hong Kong dollars, the burly rickshaw driver was already unable to straighten up, his legs were weak and he was retching on the ground, but he was still tightly clutching the two hundred dollars that Song Tianyao had given him.
Song Tianyao took a deep breath to compose himself, straightening his clothes as he walked towards the Chu Family. Sister Hong, who was in the front yard with two maids tidying up and drying bedding, saw Song Tianyao appear. She handed the clothes she had taken off to a maid beside her, then walked over and asked Song Tianyao, "Secretary Song? Here to see Young Master Shun?"
"Sister Hong, I need to see Chairman Chu." Song Tianyao stood in front of Sister Hong, his expression very serious. "It's urgent."
"Master and Uncle Yan went to Chairman Cai's house as guests. I'll go call the Zhou Family for you and ask you to talk to Uncle Yan." Song Tianyao's clothes and appearance were no different from usual, but Sister Hong had an inexplicable strange feeling. It was as if the young man's words made her feel as if Chu Yaozong was standing in front of her giving orders, which made her involuntarily say that she was going to make the call.