Bringing Them to Heel

Mike stepped onto the stage. When he saw Mike angrily draw a dagger from his waist and rush towards Ba Di, he had already taken action. He slightly flicked the green Military Dagger, which was covered in blood by Leon, and thrust it out from Ba Di's side. The green military knife blocked the dagger's hilt. His hand muscles bulged, and he exerted force with his waist, thus firmly resisting the force of Mai Li's dagger.

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

Mike sneered coldly, which made the already furious Mai Li roar like a wild beast, glaring angrily at Ba Di.

Ba Di watched the incoming attack from Mai Li with an indifferent expression, remaining unmoved.

Of course, a single dagger wouldn't be enough to harm Ba Di; Mike wouldn't even need to lift a finger, and Ba Di would remain unharmed.

But this is a matter of attitude, Mike sees it very clearly. Ba Di needs someone to handle things that don't require his intervention, things that are within Mike's capabilities. Mike should take the initiative to handle these matters; otherwise, what's the point of having him as a subordinate?

Mike also knew very well that he should do only what he was capable of.

He might not be able to catch a bullet with his bare hands—that's something no human could do—but he could easily stop one or two ordinary people from attacking the boss with a dagger.

With a loud "crack," under the white light overhead, the two daggers slashed together forcefully, and when they separated, a notch appeared on Mai Li's dagger.

Enraged, Mai Li's eyes widened in horror, his dark face contorted with rage. To kill Ba Di, he needed to get past Mike first.

"Ah!!"

Mai Li roared furiously, like a hedgehog enraged, veins bulging on his arm, as he slashed at Mike with a dagger.

Mike tightened his grip on the hilt of his Military Dagger, which was stained with sticky blood. He narrowed his eyes and charged at Mai Li. In the instant the knives clashed, Mai Li used a technique to deflect Mike's knife, sending it aside. Mike's Military Dagger spun in his hand, returned to his palm, and with a downward slash, severed Mai Li's wrist artery. Blood gushed out, staining the stage red.

Mike kicked Mai Li's knee, bending it so that he was half-kneeling on the ground. He then twisted Mai Li's other hand behind his back, tightly restraining his arm, and placed the Military Dagger horizontally against Mai Li's neck.

He was a seasoned mercenary, and dealing with a somewhat reckless and impulsive gang leader was a piece of cake for him.

In just two or three seconds, Mai Li had already Brotherhood Mike, severing the carotid artery in his wrist, causing blood to gush out, but he was still holding a dagger in his hand.

Finally, Mike kicked Mai Li's dagger away, and his hand was too weak to hold it. The dagger flew from his hand off the stage, scraping the ground and landing at Jett Li's feet.

"Stop!"

Jett Li roared, his eyes trembling, his heart filled with fear and unease.

The eldest brother who had always led them through their struggles was now just a head on the stage.

The second brother's hand artery was severed, and blood gushed out like a fountain, filling the air and stimulating everyone's sense of smell.

Below the stage, the Brotherhood had gathered around were also filled with apprehension, their breathing becoming labored. They held tightly to several different Thompson Gun, UZI 9mm submachine gun, and a large number of pistols. Their firepower was already quite formidable for a typical police station.

Even the police station in the Suicide Slum doesn't want to mess with these gangs, precisely because they're no match for them in a fight.

"Let him go! Are you all courting death? If Mai Li dies, I will make you all pay with your lives."

Jett Li's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at his second brother's lips, which had turned white from losing too much blood, and he roared angrily.

His Brotherhood below the stage cooperated, all pointing their guns at the stage.

The three brothers share a deep bond. They rose from the Suicide Slum, weathering storms and gunfire along the way. As triplets with a deep understanding of each other, their affection is well-known.

There was a time when someone hurt Jett Li, and his older brothers, in order to get revenge, didn't hesitate to break into the other person's home and slaughter them all.

They don't care what others do, but they do have deep feelings that they are willing to sacrifice for.

"Very good, kill him."

Ba Di cold voice came from behind Mike.

His original plan was simply to quietly find the Brotherhood leader, demand his submission, and make him his subordinate.

Unexpectedly, the Brotherhood leader saw him and immediately pulled out a gun and fired, as if he had mad cow disease.

Since that's the case, Ba Di doesn't want to take him in anymore. Without the Brotherhood's leader, although it's a bit troublesome to govern the Brotherhood's members, it won't be too difficult. Ba Di just wants to put in less effort.

If we have to put in so much effort now, we might as well just kill all the leaders and take over the territory ourselves.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mike slashed open Mai Li's neck with his green Military Dagger, then kicked him in the back, sending the already bleeding Mai Li flying off the stage. The splattered blood was a shocking sight.

After doing all that, Mike quickly rolled around on the stage, his agile figure crawling towards a corner of the stage, where he curled up and hid underneath, also knocking Leon to the ground in the corner.

Ba Di didn't blame Mike for running so fast; instead, he secretly praised his subordinate, saying he was quite good.

He does his job well and fulfills his responsibilities within his capabilities, and that is enough.

As for the rest, he can't stop bullets, so staying on stage would be foolish.

"Mai Li!!"

Gunshots rang out in rapid succession, accompanied by Jett Li's terrified screams. Jett Li, baring his teeth, caught his second brother as he landed, blood splattering all over him.

Mai Li stared intently at his beloved younger brother, blood gurgling in his throat, his pale mouth opening and closing, his lips trembling as if trying to say something, but because his vocal cords were torn, he couldn't utter a sound, his lips trembling incessantly.

Jett Li, tears streaming down his face, was heartbroken. He stared intently at Mai Li, who was trying to speak, his tear-streaked cheeks pressed against hers. He sobbed, "I know what you want to say, Mai Li, Mai Li, I'm a smart boy! A smart boy!"

Hearing that Jett Li understood his meaning, Mai Li breathed a sigh of relief, his whole body went limp, and he died convulsing.

Jett Li wailed and cried, his teeth grinding together, his eyes filled with a deep and irreconcilable hatred.

At that moment, the gunfire stopped.

The rising smoke and murky atmosphere filled everyone's hearts with dread.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their hearts pounding in disbelief, as if they were about to suffocate.

Ba Di's right hand was full of brass bullets, and he picked one up with his hand.

A finger shot out, piercing through the air and exploding a person's head.

"From today onwards, I am your boss. Anyone have any objections?"

Ba Di glanced at the crowd. A black man, terrified, tried to run away, clutching a bullet and firing it. His body was sent flying seven or eight meters, his head mangled beyond recognition.

Fear gripped the crowd, and someone, defiant of the evil spirits, fired at Ba Di, only to be deflected by a bullet, sending him to his death.

The remaining men, their hands and feet cold, swallowed hard when they saw the full load of bullets in Ba Di's hand. They dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground, and raised their hands.

"Clothes."

"I admit defeat."

"From now on, you're the boss."

"Boss!"

Ba Di nodded, quite satisfied. The bullets in his hand fell onto the stage, leaving only one bullet on his finger, which he pointed at Jett Li.

Jett Li suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to Ba Di, feigning fear as he cried out, "Don't kill me! I'm the third leader of the Brotherhood. I can help you quickly take control of the Brotherhood. I can do anything for you."

His head was bowed, his face contorted in a grimace, and his eyes were filled with deep hatred and resentment.

His head was bowed low.

'Puff.'

This clever third brother of the Brotherhood, who devised strategies to establish the Brotherhood's foundation, ultimately died at the hands of Ba Di.

"I don't need a Gou Jian."