Can We Take the Money?

Inside the Four Seas Private Room.

Su Tianyu and Lu Feng fell onto the sofa together. Lu Feng grabbed the metal tissue box from the coffee table and began mechanically smashing it into Su Tianyu's head and face.

Su Tianyu shielded his face with his left arm, his body wedged into the sofa with no room to fight back.

Thud, thud, thud...!

Lu Feng struck again and again. The metal tissue box had sharp corners that tore almost the entire length of Su Tianyu's left arm to shreds. Blood spurted from round punctures and long gashes, soaking the sofa cushion red.

After more than a dozen blows, Lu Feng began breathing heavily through his nose and mouth. He was in his thirties, after all, and his lifestyle had grown decadent in recent years. When he wasn't drinking himself senseless, he was screwing around, and his physical condition had long since deteriorated. This bout of hand-to-hand fighting had already pushed him past his limits.

Thud!

Seeing Lu Feng's movements slow, Su Tianyu pulled his upper body back and kicked him in the face.

Lu Feng fell off the sofa. Su Tianyu rose with bloodshot eyes, ignoring his wounds, grabbed the ashtray from the table, and smashed it down at Lu Feng's head.

Lu Feng blocked it with his arm, then staggered upright and backed away, panting.

Su Tianyu swung his arm and hurled the ashtray straight into Lu Feng's face. Then he bent down, picked up the broken half of the floor lamp's metal pole, and thrust it at Lu Feng's neck.

Slash!

A thug rushed over and slashed Su Tianyu across the back with a blade, but he ignored it and kept charging at Lu Feng.

The thug tried to pursue him with his weapon, but the two Bai Family brothers intercepted him, and the two sides traded a flurry of blows.

In fact, while Su Tianyu fought Lu Feng one-on-one, the two Bai Family brothers had taken a lot of the pressure off him. Several burly men in the room were locked in a bloody fight with them. Otherwise, however fierce Su Tianyu was, he would have been beaten down by now. The room was cramped, and the enemy had more men, leaving him at a disadvantage.

Lu Feng was running out of strength. Seeing the sharp, broken metal pole still in Su Tianyu's hand, he instinctively backed away.

Thrust!

Su Tianyu drove the broken end of the pole straight into Lu Feng's back. Lu Feng quickened his pace again and scrambled onto the windowsill in a panic.

Su Tianyu chased after him, still like a rabid dog. He said nothing, only stabbing viciously at Lu Feng with the pole.

Blood poured from the wound in Lu Feng's thigh. He wanted to fight back, but the pole was too long. If he stopped for even a moment, he would be riddled with holes. In desperation, he twisted the window latch open and stepped outside.

Su Tianyu froze briefly, then rushed to the window. Looking out, he saw a set of exterior metal stairs outside the fourth floor, with Lu Feng taking long strides down them.

Gritting his teeth, Su Tianyu climbed onto the windowsill too, but the long pole caught in the window and was awkward to handle. He discarded it and chased after Lu Feng barehanded.

Hearing footsteps, Lu Feng looked back. When he saw Su Tianyu still pursuing him, covered in blood, a sudden sense of helplessness rose inside him.

One ran and the other pursued. In moments, they reached the stairs halfway above the first floor. Su Tianyu planted his left hand on the metal railing, leaped down, and kicked Lu Feng in the head.

The railing was only about half a meter high, reaching Lu Feng's waist. The instant he lost his balance, he toppled off the stairs and slammed into the ground.

Su Tianyu didn't bother taking the stairs either. He immediately vaulted the railing, jumped down from the landing, straddled Lu Feng, and began swinging his fists.

Lu Feng lay on his back, shielding his face with his left hand. His right hand groped wildly across the ground and grabbed an empty liquor bottle set outside the restaurant entrance. Gritting his teeth, he smashed it at Su Tianyu's head.

Crash!

Su Tianyu ducked, and the bottle shattered against the left side of the back of his neck. Blood immediately seeped through the hair at the back of his head, while most of the broken glass fell into his collar and cut his skin.

"You little bastard, I'll kill you!" Those were the first words Lu Feng had spoken since their one-on-one fight began. Moving sluggishly, he raised the broken bottle to stab Su Tianyu.

Su Tianyu kept his lips pressed together and said nothing. His left hand pinned the arm holding the bottle's neck, while his right fist hammered Lu Feng's Adam's apple again and again.

After they rolled around on the ground fighting for more than ten seconds, Lu Feng had all but stopped struggling. It wasn't that he no longer wanted to fight; he truly had no strength left. His lungs felt ready to burst, and he couldn't even lift his arms.

Su Tianyu grabbed him by the collar and kept pounding him.

On both sides of the road, the officers under Wang Daolin and Li Xing were stunned at the sight of the two blood-drenched Iron-Blooded Warriors. They craned their necks, unable to react for a moment.

"Holy shit, they've fought their way downstairs!" An officer beside Wang Daolin reacted first. He drew his gun as he rushed over and shouted, "You fucking bastards don't know when to quit, do you? Now you're fighting outside? Are you pretending we don't exist?"

Lu Feng's ears rang and his mind was blank. He didn't hear the shouting at all.

Su Tianyu straddled Lu Feng, blood dripping from his head, face, and chest, staining half of Lu Feng's weathered face red.

With both hands clamped around Lu Feng's neck, Su Tianyu demanded in a low voice, "Still want to fight?!"

Lu Feng lay sprawled on the ground. Whether he was too dazed to answer or still completely stunned, he merely moved his head slightly and gave no response.

Su Tianyu grabbed Lu Feng's collar and hauled his upper body off the ground. Eyes blazing, he roared, "I asked you a question! Still want to fight?!"

"Stop right now!" The officer rushed over.

Staring at Lu Feng, Su Tianyu gritted his teeth and roared, "Know why I insisted on getting six hundred thousand from you? To tell you that when something's over, it's fucking over! If you keep coming after us, then we'll fight to the death! Fuck you! My father was sentenced to death when I was eighteen. At nineteen, I was sent to the Independent Battlefield. I spent half a month lying in a pit full of corpses! You think I'm scared of your fucking Changqing?!"

Thud!

Lu Feng's body dropped heavily to the ground. His legs straightened, and he lay motionless.

Su Tianyu slowly stood, unsteady on his feet, and the officer beside him caught him.

Thirty seconds later, the officers rushed up to the fourth floor and were stunned by what they saw. Blood and discarded weapons littered the room. Su Tianbei, Kong Zhenghui, and the others could no longer stand on their own and had to support one another.

The tendons in Su Tianbei's right hand had been severed. Pointing at the bag of money, he shouted, "Can I take the money? Can I?!"

Some of the fighters from Changqing Company still refused to accept defeat, but with the officers upstairs, they didn't dare attack again.

Kong Zhenghui pushed his younger brother's arm away, took three steps toward the bag of money, and collapsed. After recovering for a moment, he gritted his teeth and climbed back up anyway. Grabbing the bag, he turned and shouted, "Let's go!"