As One Pleases

The Brotherhood was founded by three Black brothers.

Jett Li was the youngest of them, the most bookish, and also quite intelligent.

From the very beginning of their plan to rise up in the slums, his strategies and plans were indispensable.

They dealt with other gangs in various ways, desperately putting on a fierce front, as if to say, "If you try to mess with me, I'll blow you up." This ruthless attitude of mutual destruction helped them survive when other gangs wanted to take them down.

The Brotherhood is the only gang that has no connection with the Metropolis Central City. Through Jett Li's efforts, it has become a buffer point in the middle. Amidst the wrangling and constraints of various parties, and through cooperation with them, the Brotherhood been able to preserve its existence in the slums.

He was a Black man, so dark that he was invisible at night. His only distinguishing feature was that he was somewhat thin, and his large, intelligent eyes were quite striking. It was a clear sign that he was a smart man, or at least a thoughtful one.

When one of his men approached him and told him that a strange, aristocratic-looking person dressed in white, who appeared to be of high status, had entered the Brother's Nightclub, he immediately had a bad feeling.

"Describe their appearance in detail," Jett Li asked.

His subordinates then gave a detailed description of Ba Di, Mike, and Leon: a high-ranking leader in white, a burly Russia man who looked like a bodyguard, and a young man who hadn't seen much of the world.

A very strange combination.

Jett Li had a bad feeling, though he didn't know why. Perhaps it was because the sudden appearance of the strange person had disrupted his thinking and made him feel uneasy.

Logically speaking, they didn't receive any distinguished guests today.

Even when receiving distinguished guests, his eldest and second eldest brothers would solemnly consult with him, and he would ultimately make the final decision. This was the consistent pattern among the three brothers, and it had never changed.

Meanwhile, his older brother is in a room on the third floor of the nightclub tonight, tallying the bills and preparing the amount to be distributed to his brother.

Jett Li felt increasingly uneasy as he thought about it. The three brothers were triplets, and there was a subtle telepathic connection between them. This trembling feeling in his heart frightened him.

He quickly found his second brother, Mai Li.

Mai Li is a deserter who killed his boss who discriminated against him. He happens to come out of the room and run into Jett Li.

"I feel palpitations," Mai Li said, pressing his hand to his heart, his face pale.

Jett Li and Mai Li exchanged a glance, gathered their Brotherhood, and ran towards the Brother's Nightclub.

"Ah!!"

When they arrived at the Brother's Nightclub, the entire nightclub screamed in terror. A group of people with terrified faces poured out of the door, crowding the glass door so tightly it was about to shatter. Several people accidentally fell and were trampled over from behind, never to get up again.

This situation only occurs when gangs suddenly clash and passersby panic and run around indiscriminately.

Jett Li and Mai Li sensed something was wrong. Mai Li, being impulsive, wanted to rush into the crowd to see what was happening inside.

"We can't get in through the main gate!"

Jett Li calmly surveyed the surroundings, grabbed his second brother, and through a less crowded side door, shot and killed several unlucky guys before entering the nightclub. His men followed in single file.

In a corner of the nightclub, Mike had just thrown the Brotherhood's head onto the stage, causing everyone to scream in terror, and the dancers scrambled off the stage, their legs giving way.

The underground audience no longer felt the excitement of seeing meat being taken advantage of and screaming with thrills. They were so frightened that their voices were hoarse, and they hurriedly rushed out of the nightclub.

The Brotherhood leader was killed, which meant the start of gang warfare.

In the past, so many of these ordinary bystanders had died unjustly that no one wanted to stay and watch the show anymore.

Ba Di leaped onto the stage, and the lights turned completely white the moment the head appeared on stage, so that the head could be seen more clearly. But the clearer the head became, the more frightening it was.

He coldly observed the crowd around him, who fled in fear of him as if he were a tiger or a ghost.

Leon, standing to the side, trembled, his face covered in sticky blood. He stared in terror at Ba Di's back, a figure who, on stage, resembled a majestic mountain, his trench coat exuding an air of elegant and dashing nobility. Yet, his actions were terrifying and horrifying; he killed without hesitation, for human life was worthless to him, and he casually ordered himself to cut...

Even now, when he thinks about it, Leon's hands and feet still tremble and he can't move them freely.

"Wipe the blood off your face, rookie."

Mike casually picked up a triangular strip of cloth, the red cloth still slightly warm to the touch, and threw it at Leon's face.

Leon, completely unaware that the triangular piece of cloth was actually the dancer's underwear, used it directly to wipe the blood from his face. He swallowed hard, his voice trembling, and said, "Was it... necessary to do this?"

Leon was referring to the order for him to behead someone.

"Necessary?"

Mike sneered, "For you, it might require a reason. But for the boss, there might be a reason, or he might want you to mature early, or it might just be a whim, or it might be whatever makes him happy, or he might just want you to fear him, or many other things..."

"Anyway, just do what you want!"

Leon looked at Ba Di in the center of the stage, dressed in a white trench coat, and he looked like an evil spirit, which made people feel scared.

"Sui Xin...isn't this just like a capricious, self-centered tyrant?" Leon's voice trembled, his eyelids lowered, and his fearful eyes no longer dared to look at Ba Di.

Mike shrugged. "Maybe! Tyrant, or the boss would like that title. Everyone's here, learn from me, rookie."

After Mike finished speaking.

The crowd had mostly fled, leaving behind several trampled corpses. The surrounding area was a mess, with loose change, clothes, and underwear scattered everywhere. Large pieces of wine glasses were broken, and the strong smell of blood and cheap liquor mingled with the stench of sweat and other odors, making it extremely unpleasant.

Two angry roars suddenly erupted.

"Sai Mu!"

"Sai Mu!"

He saw his elder brother's leader at Ba Di's feet.

Jett Li and Mai Li trembled, their anger erupting like a volcanic eruption, their eyes bulging as if about to burst.

His face was so contorted and grotesque that it was terrifying. His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms. The veins on his body bulged out from his dark skin like writhing Zha Long, a truly horrifying sight.

"I kill you!!!"

With bloodshot eyes, Mai Li pulled a dagger from his waist and stepped onto the stage.

Under the intense white light, his black figure, holding a gleaming dagger, lunged straight at Ba Di.

The dagger gleamed with a cold light, containing an overwhelming murderous aura of rage.

It pierced three centimeters in front of Ba Di.

Ba Di remained unmoved.

A green Military Dagger suddenly pierced through the air, firmly blocking the gleaming, furious dagger.

"Calm down, put the head back in, maybe there will still be a heartbeat."