"Chen Xia, you're despicable..." Fang Haolong's voice was extremely hoarse, filled with deep unwillingness. "You relied on your numbers and used guns against me. What kind of skill is that? If you've got the guts, fight me one-on-one!"
"One-on-one? You think you're a great fighter?"
Chen Xia stood before him and said calmly, "Do you think this is a martial arts match? This is a contest between law and justice. You've committed countless crimes—you should have expected this day to come."
Fang Haolong clenched his fists, left speechless. He had never imagined that, as a dignified Grade 3 martial artist, he would lose so miserably. He had not even gotten the chance to approach Chen Xia, much less contend with a Deputy Headquarters officer who held authority in his hands.
Chen Xia said indifferently, "Take him away."
Several officers stepped forward and cuffed Fang Haolong. Quite a few of his men had been killed or wounded, while the rest were subdued and forced to lie on the ground. Zhou Tong stepped on the back of the square-faced squad leader's head, had him tied up and hooded, and when he found the man was still being uncooperative, he viciously kicked him in the head several times. The man howled in pain and became much more obedient.
Before long, the entire group had been escorted onto patrol vehicles.
Chen Xia's operation had been clean and decisive, leaving Fang Haolong no chance to turn things around.
Standing at the entrance of the bar, he looked up at the night sky. He did not feel much pressure; instead, he found himself reflecting on how terrifying power could be sometimes. He had not even personally made a move, yet the other side's entire group had been suppressed.
"Search every territory belonging to the Wild Wolf