Quelling the Chaos
"Didn't you think to change your clothes before you hid?"
Lu Bai squatted down and roughly wiped his hands on the clothes of the high-cheekbone fighter, managing to remove some of the blood from his hands.
[Bite!]
[Points +6, Current Points: 43, Current Rank: 1/131]
Once the corridor had quieted down, Dao Long led a few people in.
"Brother Bai, we can handle this kind of thing."
Dao Long glanced at the corpses of the death fighters, not caring about their deaths. He just didn't understand why Lu Bai insisted on taking matters into his own hands.
Keep in mind that the people of Weidao Island are still engaged in fierce fighting on the territory of the Nanxing Association.
Not to mention, after the troops from the prison entered the area, Chikan Bay descended into complete chaos.
As the current leader of Chikan Bay, it would be Spokesperson if he didn't step forward to take charge, but instead he personally went to deal with some of the newly arrived students from Weidao Island who had already fled.
What deep-seated grudge could this be?
Lu Bai casually replied, "I have to do it myself because I love them."
Hearing this, Dao Long's eyelids twitched. "But didn't you say to Simba that if you love someone, you should give them freedom?"
"You actually believe that's just a hoax?"
Lu Bai waved his hand dismissively and said with a sneer, "If you ask me, if you love someone, lock them in the basement and feed them through a hole in the door until they love you back."
Dao Long's lips twitched violently. He opened his mouth, but could only make a strange "woo--" sound.
Lu Bai didn't mind at all. Instead, he raised his right arm at a 45-degree angle and spoke with great enthusiasm.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's go and continue to help Weidao High School improve the integrity of its team. These guys who deserted in the face of battle don't deserve to be a part of Ojima."
The parking lot, filled with used cars, was remarkably quiet.
A group of Prison Guard moved forward slowly, led by two senior Prison Guard. Their physical attributes Innate Martial Artist Prison Guard allowed them to ignore most sneak attacks.
"The enemy is attacking from the nine o'clock direction, numbering... over a hundred."
Two senior Prison Guard were reminded by helmeted officers behind them.
"Looks like it's some short-sighted little force again."
The rather muscular senior Prison Guard curled his lip and glanced nonchalantly at his colleague. "Want to stretch your legs a bit?"
"Forget it, there's no point in fighting these thugs," another senior Prison Guard replied.
"Alright."
The burly, senior Prison Guard raised his hand and waved. "On your positions, crossfire!"
As soon as the order was given, the squad of Prison Guard behind them immediately dispersed and quickly took their positions at the firing points.
A group of over a hundred thugs charged into the parking lot, yelling and screaming. Before they could even find the prison Prison Guard hiding inside, countless bullets came flying out from all directions to greet them.
Snap snap snap snap!!!
Bullets rained down, the firepower was extremely fierce.
In the blink of an eye, the group of thugs collapsed like wheat being harvested.
The so-called bravery and ruthlessness of petty thugs is nothing more than bullying ordinary people. Faced with such a line of gunfire, how could they possibly muster any courage?
The petty thugs, who had miraculously survived the first wave of shooting, screamed and scrambled to escape the parking lot area as quickly as possible.
Several were so terrified that they collapsed, slumped to the ground as if stunned, unsure of what to do.
However, even though the situation became clear in an instant, the burly senior Prison Guard had no intention of stopping there. He said into his headset, "Keep firing."
Inside a braised meat shop.
Nearly ten Prison Guards were blocking the store entrance and were firing wildly at a middle-aged man inside who was shirtless.
The middle-aged man's muscles, exaggerated like those of a bodybuilder, were covered with countless light-colored bullet marks.
He neither dodged nor dodged, and was repeatedly hit by bullets, yet he seemed completely unharmed, appearing relaxed.
With a swift movement of his feet, the middle-aged man swept out like a whirlwind, tossing the Prison Guard blocking the store entrance high into the air.
After a series of screams, none of the nearly ten Prison Guard survived.
The middle-aged man's body jolted, and he shook off the bullet lodged in his skin.
He frowned slightly. "What exactly is going on?"
"Fire! Fire!"
A senior Prison Guard screamed hysterically, frantically ordering his squad of Prison Guard to fire.
A dense barrage of bullets, like a curtain of rain falling horizontally, covered the entire intersection.
Their target was the owners of three gambling establishments located near the intersection.
To be able to open a shop like this in Chikan Bay, one either needs a powerful background or considerable strength.
These three casino owners were clearly the latter, all of them being innate-level martial artists.
When martial arts reach this level, they can completely ignore the damage from most bullets unless they hit the eyes directly.
After a brief period of acceleration, the three Innate Martial Artist stormed into the Prison Guard ranks and began a bloody massacre.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the senior Prison Guard reported through his earpiece while making a strategic retreat.
But at that moment, a figure suddenly descended from the sky.
His figure seemed to transform into a phantom, moving sideways at the crossroads and beheading all three Innate Martial Artists.
Three heads fell to the ground with a thud. Section Chief Misa didn't even glance at them, casually tearing the pistol from the Prison Guard's body and smashing it on the back of the head of the senior Prison Guard who was making a strategic retreat.
"Waste!"
The senior Prison Guard scratched the back of his head, smiled sheepishly, and didn't know what to say.
Fortunately, Misa didn't intend to blame anyone in this situation. He turned to look in the direction of the center of Chikan Bay, his tone somewhat intriguing. "The offensive is more ferocious than expected."
A senior Prison Guard cautiously approached. "Section Chief, you're right. This kind of filthy place deserves a thorough cleaning."
[Bite!]
[Points +2, Current Points: 54, Current Rank: 1/115]
Swish~
Lu Bai pulled a cleaver from the corpse, drawing out a trickle of still-warm blood.
Without turning his head, he asked, "Is that all?"
Dao Long stood behind him, and upon hearing the voice, he quickly snapped out of his daze.
"Yes... these are all we've found so far."
Dao Long gritted his teeth and added, "After all, there are Prison Guard everywhere in Chikan Bay now, so it's not very convenient to gather intelligence."
"Alright."
Lu Bai nodded, then turned around and asked gently, "Then tell me, what's the situation now?"
"Brother Bai, are you asking about Weidao Island or...?"
"Tell us all."
Lu Bai waved to Dao Long, signaling him to follow him, and said as they walked.
"Since it's too chaotic to gather intelligence, let's quell the chaos first."
After all, I'm the Spokesperson of Chikan Bay, and I have to work for the benefit of my family."