Nighttime Bloody Battle

Li Jinshui did not care what Chen Dali and the other classmates might think.

Since he was already here, could he really run away?

He strode into the station and looked around.

The interior was sparsely furnished with only a few desks, chairs, and computers, plus a large screen hanging on the wall; the whole place looked quite shabby.

Li Jinshui casually pulled up a chair and sat down, saying to the deputy station master, "Uncle Lin, call everyone in, then lock the door and start the meeting."

The deputy station master's full name was Lin Zhen, a trusted aide arranged by Huang Lichen and the others.

Li Jinshui had no experience in food delivery, nor had he ever participated in the operational coordination of any station. As for the theoretical classes in the Youth Training Camp regarding "how to dispatch transport capacity" or "how to handle overtime customer complaints," he had barely attended any of them, so it was impossible for him to handle the complex work of a physical station master.

Therefore, Huang Lichen and the others offered Lin Zhen double the top salary of a station master, requiring him to take full responsibility for the actual operations of the new station from behind the scenes.

As for Li Jinshui, he was purely a figurehead used to draw fire.

Wei Hu Security had publicly declared they were going after Li Jinshui, so other stations didn't want to take him in for fear of trouble. Thus, Ye Mei and the others simply went with the flow and propped Li Jinshui up in the station master's position.

If it were just a delivery rider who met with an accident due to a scheme, it would usually be settled quietly with private compensation.

But if a legitimate station master were attacked, the nature of the matter would be different. This would be equivalent to publicly slapping Daming Technology in the face and declaring war on the Rong City branch.

This was the strategy of Ye Mei and her group: rather than being passive, it was better to flip the table and stir up chaos; only then would they have a chance to turn the tide.

"Station Master Li, that driver of yours threw your luggage on the road and sped off after running two red lights..." At this moment, a delivery rider walked in carrying two suitcases.

"It's fine, just toss them in the corner. This isn't actually my luggage; it must be Supervisor Ye and Camp Chief Huang feeling sorry for me, afraid that I've been pampered since childhood and couldn't handle hardship, so they secretly stuffed some supplements and high-end daily necessities into the car." Li Jinshui shook his head, his expression light and breezy.

Once everyone had arrived and the rolling shutter door was pulled down again, Li Jinshui's expression tightened. He swept his gaze across the room and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, I'm a person who likes to get straight to the point. Today, I'll lay my cards on the table for you brothers. Since you've all been assigned here, we are now in the same boat. I just received news from Intelligence Department Chief Chen Yu that several gangs in the outer districts are gathering their men. If nothing goes wrong, they will come to cause trouble for our station tonight."

"Hiss!"

Chen Dali and the other Grade B classmates gasped, their faces turning pale.

Several gangs coming together?

Wouldn't that be at least several dozen or even a hundred people, and all of them reckless, mad martial artists at that!

What are we supposed to do with this handful of people!

The ten veteran riders standing in the back also looked grim.

They hadn't come here voluntarily; they were all being squeezed out at their original stations or had offended their station masters and were being targeted. Yet, they had signed ten-year contracts with Flash Group Delivery and couldn't leave.

The only good news was that their compensation had been increased; after coming to the new station, they would receive double base salary and double commission for the first three months.

So, in the end, they could only grit their teeth and obey this forced reassignment.

But they never expected the situation to be this dangerous—the station hadn't even officially started working, and they were already facing an assault from several gangs tonight?

"Heh! Are you scared?"

Li Jinshui gave a disdainful laugh and pressed his hand downward. "Actually, there's no need to be afraid. Even if the sky falls, this station master will hold it up for you, not to mention that the company has already made proper preparations."

At this, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his voice turned icy. "So, just watch with peace of mind. I, Li Jinshui, will say this: no matter how many of them come tonight, they will all die here."

The company is already prepared?

Upon hearing this, the ten veteran riders' eyes lit up, but they still cast their gazes toward the deputy station master, Lin Zhen.

Seeing Lin Zhen's calm and composed expression, they finally felt completely reassured. They believed Li Jinshui's words and let out a long sigh of relief.

Chen Dali and the others felt that the danger had passed and began to laugh wantonly.

"Hahaha, as expected of our class monitor. I knew it, the class monitor never fights a battle he isn't sure of."

"I knew that following the class monitor would never go wrong. With the company's elites standing at the front tonight, we might even be able to fish in troubled waters and earn some credit."

The originally oppressive and heavy atmosphere in the station was suddenly diluted by this optimism, becoming relaxed and lively.

A faint smile hung on the corner of Li Jinshui's mouth.

Chen Dali and the others were right; he truly never fought a battle he wasn't sure of.

On the day before the Youth Training Camp concluded, he had already discussed the matter in detail with Huang Lichen and the others, and he had anticipated that the Drifter Gang would definitely come to cause trouble.

Therefore, Huang Lichen and his group had long ago secretly deployed over a dozen First-rate Martial Artists to infiltrate the residential buildings near the station in advance.

Although the Drifter Gang had a reputation that made many ordinary people tremble with fear, at the end of the day, they were just a bunch of mediocre social scum gathered together to commit evil. In each small gang, there were no more than twenty people who could be considered martial artists, and as for high-end combat power, they were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

Facing this rabble tonight, as long as the number of First-rate Martial Artists in their camp wasn't high enough, it would inevitably be a pure suicide mission for them—they would come and never return.

As for those above the First-rate, the Thousand-Jun Realm, there was even less to worry about.

Huang Lichen and the others had all patted their chests to guarantee that in such a small-scale situation, Wei Hu Security would absolutely not dare to let a Thousand-Jun Realm expert intervene rashly. Otherwise, it would break the rules, and by then, not only would they anger Daming Technology, but the official Inspection Bureau might even step out first to teach them a lesson.

Even so, Li Jinshui couldn't just do nothing.

He had privately sought out Old Huang several times and finally succeeded in tricking him into coming out.

Although Old Huang couldn't step into the fray himself, he could provide cover from the shadows to prevent the other side from going crazy and disregarding the rules of the underworld.

Therefore, Li Jinshui was full of confidence and fearlessness regarding tonight's battle.

If they could repel those gangs, the station would become famous in one fell swoop.

Even if there were more troubles afterward, Huang Lichen and the others would be there to shoulder them.

As for Li Jinshui himself, he was filled with anticipation for tonight.

Drifter Gang?

Hundreds of people?

Come on, the more the better; it will just help speed up my Heaven Rewards Diligence, heh heh heh!

Night gradually fell, shrouding this dilapidated neighborhood.

Li Jinshui had already signaled everyone to head straight to the second floor.

The second floor was their station's dormitory; apart from the station master and deputy station master having small individual rooms, everyone else used communal bunks, intended only for their usual afternoon naps.

At this moment, those beds had been pushed into the corners, and all power had been cut, leaving the room in pitch darkness.

Everyone stood scattered at the various windows on the second floor, observing the situation outside through the glass.

Li Jinshui had already taken off his trench coat and stood quietly by a window.

Around his waist were two specially made tactical liners, neatly filled with two rows of willow-leaf throwing knives; under the moonlight, the blades emitted a chilling, cold gleam.

This was a gift from Ye Mei, originally intended for him to use while learning Meteor Chasing Moon.

But Li Jinshui had already mastered the basics of Meteor Chasing Moon, and tonight, these throwing knives would finally taste blood.

"Station Master, I see a few figures over here, but they're a bit far away, so I'm not sure if it's them," a rider standing at the north window spoke up, whispering.

"Ignore them, keep waiting."

Li Jinshui didn't even turn his head, responding indifferently.

Then, his eyes narrowed slightly in the darkness, locking onto the front.

Through the glass window, he could already see dozens, perhaps a hundred figures in the alleyways of the low-housing area ahead, moving like sewer rats, using the cover of night to approach the station silently.

"They've appeared! This time it's definitely them!" another rider whispered.

"I've got them here too, at least a hundred people!"

"I see them on my side too, the alley... the alley is full of people!"

"Damn, are they crazy? Sending so many people over?"

"Adding up all sides, that's several hundred people, right? They wouldn't all be martial artists, would they?"

In an instant, the faces of the many riders on the second floor were filled with horror, their expressions tense and uneasy.

Chen Dali and a few other newly graduated students turned deathly pale, their hands trembling slightly.