Excitement

Kendo District is most famous for its Brother's Nightclub, which are run by the Brotherhood. With a large number of dancers, dazzling lights, and cheap alcohol, the area is a breeding ground for various activities by the Brotherhood, including drug trafficking, human trafficking, and organ trading.

This is also Suicide Slum. Compared to other places, the streets here are at least a little cleaner, and there is no stench of feces and urine littering the streets.

The Brotherhood is a local gang organization, unlike the other four major gangs. It is composed entirely of locals, all of whom are ruthless and desperate, living hand to mouth and risking everything for survival. Even the other organizations have no intention of eliminating or cracking down on the Brotherhood.

Because they were so poor, driven to desperation by poverty, their only means of survival was to desperately protect the little money they had.

Anyone who dares to fight will be dragged down with their lives. For these desperate people, this place is their Achilles' heel, and no organization is so foolish as to bother with them. Therefore, with their tenacious and reckless vitality, under the leadership of the three brothers, they established Brotherhood and made a name for themselves in the Suicide Slum.

Mike, ever the astute man, automatically stepped forward to hand over his ticket and pushed open the glass door, which clearly had a gaudy gold frame. Leon, however, was a step behind and ran forward to push open the other door as well.

The sweltering, noisy atmosphere was overwhelming. In this late autumn, nearing winter, the nightclub's Heat Wave surged forth, heating the three men's hair. Their blood seemed to flow faster with each burst of frenzied music, and the multicolored laser lights spun wildly on the ceiling.

Below, people blushed and twisted their waists wildly, raised their hands, and screamed with all their might to release their energy, celebrating wildly with the dancers and contorting their bodies.

Ba Di entered the Brother's Nightclub with an air of nonchalance. However, the nightclub did not prohibit anyone from entering. It was just that Ba Di's clothes clearly did not look like those of someone from the slums, which attracted the attention of the two guards. He was also accompanied by two bodyguards.

"Does the boss have guests today?"

"Never heard of them, they seem to be from outside."

"You came here to have fun?"

"I don't know, let me inform Boss Jett Li first."

The two black guards watched with suspicion as Ba Di went in. After a brief discussion, they realized something was amiss, and one of them ran away to inform their boss.

The Brotherhood three leaders, and the three brothers have a deep bond. Jett Li is the youngest and the smartest of them all. He deserves 70% of the credit for the Brotherhood's ability to stand firm in the slums.

Ba Di frowned as he stepped inside. The suffocating air was so thick that even with his sense of smell blocked, he could feel the pollution seeping into every pore of his body. Heat Wave oppressive heat was stifling.

Mike and Leon walked behind him.

Leon, filled with ambition, resisted looking at the dancer and turned to look at his boss's tall, white back. He felt a mix of joy and fear, wondering what kind of deeds this newly recognized leader would lead them to accomplish.

Mike found him and asked him to Ba Di's gang. Because all his money had been swindled away by Lionel, he and his companions were also planning to join a gang to make a living. They hit it off and all of Leon and his companions joined Ba Di's gang.

To their utter surprise, each person received a settlement allowance of one thousand dollars upon joining, which made them ecstatic.

However, the rather clever Leon was also somewhat apprehensive, as the value of that thousand US dollars was alarming in the 1980s.

They and their friends exhausted all their savings to scrape together $300 to buy some fans and try their luck.

The settlement allowance that Ba Di gave was a thousand US dollars, which made people's hearts race and their blood boil. They couldn't wait to take up arms for Ba Di, cut through the thorns and brambles, and rule the slums.

While his companions were caught up in the euphoria of money, Leon remained clear-headed, unsure of what Ba Di would lead them to do, and filled with anxieties about the unknown future.

With a frown, Ba Di walked towards the stairs at the back of the stage, taking a long detour. There were also people standing guard at the stairs, occasionally peeking at the dancers swaying in the center of the stage with lewd eyes. When Ba Di was almost beside them, they regretfully and disapprovingly withdrew their lustful gazes, frowning and looking at Ba Di with suspicion.

Mike stepped forward and said he was looking for their boss. The guard clearly didn't believe him, as their boss hadn't sent word that someone was looking for him. Seeing that he couldn't fool him anymore, Mike grabbed the guard's carotid artery and chopped him in the neck with a chop, knocking him unconscious. He then threw the guard into a dark corner.

The dance hall was noisy and hot, so not many people saw what happened.

In fact, they did not make an appointment and had no connection with the Brotherhood leader here.

Leon watched Mike do his job silently from behind. Mike had given him instructions beforehand. He was startled when he saw Mike directly attack the gatekeeper, but when he saw that Ba Di remained calm, he calmed down and watched Mike clear the way.

The three of them walked up the stairs, with Mike leading the way. Whenever he saw someone passing by or guarding the gate, he would stride forward and punch them so hard they would knock them unconscious. Leon's eyebrows twitched as he watched, his heart filled with both fear and excitement.

The Brotherhood, after all, is one of the gangster forces in the slums, an existence that Leon had always looked up to. He had heard that the Brotherhood had done many cruel and horrifying things for their own benefit, such as cutting off people's limbs, selling their internal organs, breaking the hands and feet of orphans and forcing them to beg for food. Their cruelty was outrageous, and their stronghold was a veritable den of blood and tigers.

But unexpectedly, the three of them were now walking in a bloody den of tigers. Mike was strong and agile, and his attacks were fierce. He knocked out anyone he encountered without missing a single one. He was like a hero who bravely broke into the den of demons and carved a bloody path. Although Leon did not fight, just following along and watching the two of them calm and composed and what they did made his blood boil, his body tremble, and his heart was filled with excitement. He wished he had the ability to fight enemies like Mike.

After all, they were dealing with the ruthless Brotherhood in the slums, and just thinking about it filled him with excitement.