Bloody battle at Fortune House

Lu Feng had chosen to strike partly because of hints from Li Hongze, but mostly because he had finally snapped.

In the first half of the affair, Lu Feng had used Changqing Company's resources to gain every advantage. In the second half, however, he had inexplicably found himself on the back foot at every turn. His underling Floral Shirt had been arrested, the business in Zhannan District that had seemed within easy reach had fallen through, Zheng Fu'an of the Management Council was full of complaints about him, and Li Xing had cursed him out in public more than once. And... Lu Feng had lost an ear himself. As for the financial losses, there was no easy way to describe them.

Lu Feng wasn't some big boss in a suit. He was Changqing Company's chief enforcer, a gangster through and through. And what did men like him care about most?

Face!

Changqing Company had gone all out, yet not only had it failed to achieve its goal, it now had to pay six hundred thousand in compensation to four companies Lu Feng didn't even respect. Who could swallow that?

If this was how they did business from now on, who in the industry would still fear Changqing Company? Who would still show Lu Feng any respect?

Once a street operator lost face, how was he supposed to make money?

So Lu Feng really had lost his temper. Crippling these men would, at worst, mean sending a few underlings to prison. That was a price he could afford.

They wouldn't submit? Then he'd beat them until they did!

Forced to fight back, Su Tianyu was also carrying a fury he could barely put into words. His second uncle might have been hot-tempered and blunt, but he was an exceptionally upright man. At his age, the old man had been framed out of nowhere and thrown into prison. Su Tianyu, who was very close to him, had taken it hard.

So once Lu Feng and his men made their move, Su Tianyu had no intention of letting things end peacefully either. He grabbed a table lamp and charged.

At the doorway, more than twenty Changqing Company thugs armed with steel pipes and other weapons poured inside, striking anyone they saw. The dozens of people in the room were instantly caught in a sprawling brawl.

Su Tianbei and his younger brother Su Tianzhan each pulled a cleaver from inside their clothing. They had brought them beforehand for self-defense. Fighting for their lives, they charged straight toward the largest crowd at the doorway.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!" Liu the Second screamed hysterically, but no one paid him any attention. Then, when he saw the other side's men coming toward him too, he darted nimbly into the private room's bathroom, locked the door, and braced it with his shoulder, not daring to make another sound.

Seeing how vicious the fighting had become, Bai Hongbo began to lose his nerve. He ran to the bathroom, his mouth wide open, and kept pounding on the door. "Uncle Liu! Uncle Liu! Open the door!"

Liu the Second said nothing.

"Uncle Liu, let me in! Someone's coming... Uncle Liu, open the door! Uncle Liu, fuck your mother!!! How can you be such a bastard!" Bai Hongbo was so angry that his accents ran together. He kicked the door several times, but Liu the Second still wouldn't open it.

Slash!

While Bai Hongbo was shouting outside the door, a man came up behind him and slashed him across the back.

Big Bai's old wounds had yet to heal, and now he had another. He was knocked to the floor on the spot.

Just then, the younger brother Bai Hongbo had brought along, despite taking two blows from a club, swung the blade he had brought for protection and forced back the thugs surrounding his brother. Then he reached out a blood-covered hand and hauled him up. "We've all only got one fucking life! What the hell is there to be scared of? Dad's already so old, and these bastards had him thrown in prison. Fuck them! Kill them!"

Those words instantly fired Bai Hongbo up. He rolled his fat body off the floor, grabbed a nearby chair, and plunged into the brawl. His eyes were bloodshot, and he roared like a panda that had been stabbed in the asshole. "I'll fucking take you on!"

Beside Su Tianbei, Kong Zhenghui and his brother charged over too. Neither was someone to mess with. They might have been men of few words in everyday life, but they never hesitated in a fight. Their father was around sixty as well, and someone had deliberately set him up and thrown him into prison. Who knew how much he would suffer in there?

Old grudges and new would be settled right now.

Su Tianbei, Su Tianzhan, Kong Zhenghui, and his brother fought more than a dozen men at the doorway. Their backs were against the wall, with nowhere to dodge. If they didn't fight back, they would be knocked down, crippled, or even killed.

Changqing Company's men were just as vicious. Whenever three or four were driven back, those on the outside immediately filled the gaps, cursing as they swung their weapons to kill.

In the middle of the sitting area, Su Tianyu, who hadn't uttered a word, as though he were mute, was already locked in a fight with Lu Feng.

Lu Feng's head was bleeding after two blows from Su Tianyu's table lamp. But once they grappled at close quarters, the long, narrow lamp became useless. They could only fight hand to hand, every punch landing solidly.

Neither man had a habit of shouting curses while fighting for his life. Both clenched their teeth and pressed their lips together, staring fixedly at the other as they tried every possible way to strike his vital points.

At first, Lu Feng hadn't thought much of Su Tianyu at all. He figured the other man was just a kid, and he didn't look particularly strong. But once they actually fought, Lu Feng discovered that beating him into submission was no easy task.

Lu Feng had trained. Otherwise, he wouldn't have earned the nickname Zhannan's Number One Blade. His reflexes, coordination, and ruthlessness were all far beyond those of an ordinary person. He wasn't some martial arts movie hero who could fight a hundred men at once, but in a straight one-on-one fight, an average man definitely couldn't take two punches from him.

In the sitting area, Lu Feng grabbed Su Tianyu by the collar, stepped sideways, and yanked hard, trying to use the momentum to pull him down. But Su Tianyu clung to his arm with both hands. After his body swung through half a circle, he abruptly straightened and drove his knee into Lu Feng's lower abdomen.

Thud!

Lu Feng's eyes bulged with pain. He pried at Su Tianyu's arms with both hands, lost his footing, and fell onto the sofa with him.

On the street downstairs.

An officer took out his phone and called Wang Daolin. "Looks like a fight's broken out at Fortune House. Should we go up?"

"How did a fight break out?" Wang Daolin asked, a little baffled.

"No idea." The officer shook his head.

"What could you do if you went up? Who would you arrest?" Wang Daolin thought for a moment before replying, "Leave it alone. Li Hongze isn't a fucking idiot. He knows what he's doing."

"Understood," the officer replied.

Across the street, an officer from the other camp also called Li Xing. "They're fighting inside."

"Have Wang Daolin's men gone up?" Li Xing asked.

"No. They're still across the street."

"Then leave it alone. Let them do whatever the hell they want." Li Xing cursed irritably. "But if anyone dies, I'll arrest Lu Feng along with the rest!"

With that, Li Xing hung up.

Inside the Four Seas Private Room.

Su Tianbei lay facedown on the floor. His chest, arms, and legs were covered in stab wounds and gashes from steel pipes. He was drenched in blood, a terrifying sight.

"Fuck your mother! You punk, had enough? Get on your knees and call me Grandpa, and I'll let you leave with the money!" A burly man whose own head was streaming blood pointed a blade at Su Tianbei and shouted.

Su Tianzhan bent down and hauled hard on Su Tianbei twice. Gritting his teeth, Su Tianbei stood and leaned his back against the wall. "Submit, my fucking ass!!! Either you kill me today, or I'm damn well walking out of here with the money myself!"

The burly man looked at the two Su brothers and the two Kong brothers, who had been beaten almost beyond recognition. He gritted his teeth and roared, "Get him! Chop his fucking mouth off!"

Whoosh!

The men surged forward again.