After This Fight, I'm Going Back to the Countryside
Song Tianyao stopped at the restaurant entrance, turned around to look at the two women following behind him, and sighed, "Come on, let's go downstairs together."
"I know, I already thought of that. Thank you for your hard work, Fourth Brother. Well, I'll drive to the Cloud Palace Hotel. Goodbye." Tan Jingwei had already changed his clothes into casual Western-style sportswear.
Just as he hung up on Sheng Zhaozhong, the phone rang again. Tan Jingwei answered, "Hello, this is Tan Jingwei."
"Song Tianyao just called and said his family has arrived in Macau, except for a woman named Sister Yun." The voice on the other end of the line was very cold.
After listening, Tan Jingwei sighed and said, "Hey, I paid a lot of money, can you at least be a little more polite and courteous to your guests?"
The person on the other end clearly didn't appreciate Tan Jingwei's humor and responded directly with a dial tone indicating that the call had ended.
Tan Jingwei got up, walked out of the townhouse on Morrison Street, and got into a Chevrolet Clerville.
"Mr. Chu, that's what Song Tianyao said." A Wai respectfully addressed Chu Xiaoxin in the back seat, truthfully relaying what Lam Kong had told him.
Yan Hung also looked at Chu Xiaoxin, Chu Xiaoxin was holding a cigarette in his hand and remained silent.
"Mr. Chu..."
"We were chatting and laughing at dinner, and suddenly he's changed? It doesn't make sense. He just got back from Britain, he hasn't even had a chance to sit down properly." Chu Xiaoxin looked at the two of them. "When A-Yao comes down, I'll ask him myself. If he dares to speak to me like that again, I'll teach him a lesson."
Yan Hung spoke up, "Mr. Chu, things aren't safe here tonight. Look around, all those cars are full of people, perhaps..."
"Didn't I say A Wai had already sent his men over? Are the guns on your and A Wai's waists fake?" Chu Xiaoxin waved his hand. "No need to say anything more, just wait for A-Yao to come down."
Chen Liang rushed downstairs at this moment. Seeing Chen Liang come down, his anxious subordinates, disregarding the torrential rain, got out of the car, hands on their waists. Chen Liang waved his hand. "Everyone, get in the car!"
The group returned to the car. Chen Liang, his expression calm, surveyed the group and said sternly, "No one is allowed to do anything tonight without my orders. If anything happens, I'll explain it to the boss myself. Do you understand?"
"I heard you. What happened, Brother Liang?" one of his men couldn't help but ask.
Chen Liang shook his head as he looked at the main entrance of the Cloud Palace Hotel: "I don't know what happened either, but I feel we can't make a move tonight. If we do, Song Tianyao might not die, but if it's found out that the boss sent us here, we're definitely dead."
Chapter 521 After finishing this battle, I will return to my hometown.
"A-Tai, this has nothing to do with you tonight, why did you have to get involved? You can fight to the death here, Song Tianyao won't remember you. Take it easy, stop now, and for the sake of us all being from the He-prefix gangs, I'll have my brothers make way for you."
The fighting in the rain temporarily ceased. Those martial artists with the He-prefix gangs who were still standing retreated, leaving only a dozen or so people lying on the ground, and Chen Tai, who stood in place with several wounds on his body.
Handkerchief Qing dragged a nine-section whip in his right hand, walking forward while shaking the whip with his wrist. With each shake, the whip, like a nimble venomous snake, quickly coiled around Handkerchief Qing's wrist from the ground, and then with the next movement, it fell off again, the tip of the whip landing on the rain-soaked ground.
"Should I thank you, Brother Qing, for giving me so much face? It's rare to see you bring out your signature weapon to fight." Chen Tai wiped the rain off his face, straightened his body, and gave Handkerchief Qing a truly radiant smile.
When fighting with Wo Hung Shun's "Handkerchief Qing," if the opponent is only a few people, he can defeat them with just his fists and feet without weapons. If the opponent is more numerous, Handkerchief Qing can pull out the towel from his shoulder or use the belt from his waist as a nine-section whip, which is enough to make the opponent flee in defeat. This is how he got his nickname, "Handkerchief Qing." He rarely uses his famous nine-section whip in actual combat, unless the opponent is a well-known figure in the Big Brother world or a truly formidable opponent.
"You can't protect the people in the shop tonight. Even if you kill me, other brothers will come. I want to stand up for you this time. If you're willing to give in, I'll remember your kindness for life, A-Tai. If you're not willing to give in, tonight will be your last night. I don't want to lay a hand on you." Handkerchief Qing clenched his right fist and gripped the tip of the whip, wrapping the nine-section whip around his wrist. He looked straight at Chen Tai and spoke.
Chen Tai wiped the rain off his face with his left hand, then gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, holding the long sword horizontally at eye level, assuming a stance suitable for both offense and defense.
"Of course I'm an idiot, everyone knows that, that's why they call me 'Silly Tai,' don't you know that?"
"Make your move." The nine-section whip in Handkerchief Qing's hand drooped into the water, resembling a dead snake. But those who knew his skills knew that this whip could transform into a dragon at any moment, tearing its opponent to the ground until they collapsed.
From a distance, both Lui Lok and Handkerchief Qing's men knew that Chen Tai had already taken several cuts in the fight. Although the injuries weren't fatal, they would still make him somewhat immobile. In this state, facing Handkerchief Qing at his peak would be certain death.
"After this battle, I'll go back to my hometown," Chen Tai muttered to himself. The rain was so loud that no one else could hear him. Then, Chen Tai charged towards Handkerchief Qing, his long sword, already chipped with more than a dozen nicks, slashing at Han Jinqing in the dim light of the gas lamp, still wet with Handkerchief Qing.
With a sudden flick of his wrist, Chen Tai lashed out with his nine-section Handkerchief Qing, striking the rain-soaked ground. A wave of water rippled up from the whip tip and hit Chen Tai's face hard, stinging his eyes. But instead of retreating, Chen Tai charged forward with a roar!
With a "crack," the sound of the whip was not a sharp sound of air being pulled out, but a dull, sharp sound of the nine-section whip striking flesh!
The road, already saturated with rainwater, was now tinged with a dark red hue.