Something happened?
Gu Chen's eyes narrowed.
It was obvious that this middle-aged man had come with ill intentions, but he remembered that Pottery House was Black Wind Hall's territory, and Qi Ming was still here to keep order. There were probably only a handful of people in the entire Zhou City who would dare to cause trouble here.
"Gentlemen, will this affect you?"
Surrounded by burly men, the middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an imposing aura. He glanced around, smiled faintly, and said, "We'll take someone and leave."
There were still quite a few guests and people on the second floor, and upon hearing this, they all shuddered.
Soon, another loud roar came from above, then the wooden plank broke, and a figure fell down!
It was Qi Ming!
Qi Ming collapsed to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth, his eyes filled with resentment as he looked upwards.
A young man, not yet thirty years old, with long hair, was walking down from the third floor. He exuded a bloody aura, and his cold face suggested he was a seasoned veteran with many lives on his hands.
It was clearly him who had knocked Qi Ming down the stairs.
After falling to the ground, Qi Ming suddenly realized something was wrong. He looked around and his gaze quickly locked onto the middle-aged man at the stairwell. His expression immediately turned extremely ugly.
"Wen Tao!"
Qi Ming gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with deep shock!
"That's right." Wen Tao smiled faintly and said, "It's me."
"What do you want?" Qi Ming roared, "This is Black Wind Hall territory. You brought your men here, do you want to start a war?"
"Brother Ming, that's a bit of an overreaction." Wen Tao Wen Tao calmly, then looked up and said, "Viper, come down."
The young man narrowed his phoenix eyes, a murderous intent lurking within them, his gaze as sharp as a venomous snake. He nodded, then stepped down and stood beside Wen Tao.
"Is he one of yours?"
Seeing the man so obedient, Qi Ming's pupils shrank in disbelief.
"You're right." Wen Tao smiled faintly and said, "Unfortunately, it's too late."
"You tricked me!" Qi Ming finally realized what was happening and roared at Wen Tao and the young man.
The young man maintained a cold expression and said, "Blame yourself for being too naive and easily believing me."
"I'll kill you!" Qi Ming roared in fury, scrambling to his feet and charging at the young man. The latter sneered and kicked Qi Ming, sending him sprawling to the ground.
Although Qi Ming was strong and powerful, he was just a brute and his strength was probably not that great. The young man used a clever trick and kicked him in the knee joint. Qi Ming was in so much pain that he knelt on the ground, sweating profusely.
"Brother Ming, come with us."
Wen Tao chuckled and said, "It wasn't easy to invite you."
As he spoke, he clapped his hands, and two henchmen stepped out from behind him and took Qi Ming hostage.
Qi Ming gritted his teeth and stood up, then roared and punched one of his underlings in the face. Immediately afterwards, his forehead slammed into the bridge of another man's nose. With two thuds, the two Fierce Tiger Society underlings fell to the ground one after the other.
"Brother Ming, you're asking for trouble!"
Seeing this, Wen Tao's face darkened, and he said, "Your men are all taken down by me now. No one can help you at Pottery House. You'd better cooperate obediently, and I might still give you some face. Don't make me cripple you and take you away, or you'll lose all face."
As he spoke, Wen Tao glanced around the second floor.
His cold gaze was filled with murderous intent. Anyone who was looked at by him would unconsciously look away or lower their head, not daring to meet his eyes.
There were some wealthy people or muscular men among them, but none of them dared to utter a sound.
The reason is simple: Wen Tao is a member of the Wen Family!
And it's quite clear that this is a conflict between two gangs!
Given the obvious disparity in numbers, sticking up for Qi Ming would only lead to trouble.
"See?" Wen Tao shrugged and said, "The people you've been training are completely useless."
"Pah!" Qi Ming spat in Wen Tao's direction and said, "Stop talking nonsense! I'd rather die here than let you threaten Boss Zhao!"
"He's a real man!"
Wen Tao shook his head slightly and sighed, "But unfortunately, he followed the wrong person. -- Don't kill him."
After saying that, he turned around and prepared to go downstairs.
Upon hearing this, the thugs all stepped forward, ready to beat Qi Ming.
"Wait!"
But just then, a voice rang out.
Everyone was taken aback, then turned around and saw a boy standing in front of them.
Even Wen Tao paused, turning his head to look over.
Wen Tao wasn't a direct descendant of the Wen Family, so he didn't attend the Zhou Family's birthday banquet and didn't recognize Gu Chen. Therefore, seeing Gu Chen so unfamiliar, he assumed he was some young master from a wealthy family and said indifferently, "Kid, mind your own business."
Qi Ming is my friend.
Gu Chen said calmly, "I do not agree to you taking him away."
Wen Tao looked surprised, then paused for a few seconds before a smile bloomed on his face. "What did you say?" he asked.
"I said I disagree," Gu Chen said calmly. "If you leave now, I can pretend nothing happened and won't hold your actions against you."
At this moment, not only the members of the Fierce Tiger Society, but also everyone around them, thought that Gu Chen had gone mad!
Standing beside him, Zhang Yun felt even more desperate, especially when she noticed the murderous gazes cast at her by the group of burly men; her legs almost went weak.
Is this hothead an idiot?!
Didn't you expect the enemy to outnumber us? Didn't you see that even the people from Pottery House didn't dare to step forward rashly? What kind of hero are you trying to be now?!
Gu Chen's words caused Wen Tao's smile to slowly fade, finally replaced by a stern expression. He said, "Kid, it seems you still don't understand the situation. I've seen plenty of impetuous young people, but I've never seen anyone as stupid as this!"
Without Wen Tao even needing to give an order, a burly man walked towards Gu Chen.
Although Gu Chen wasn't short, the burly man was nearly 1.9 meters tall. Standing before Gu Chen, he was like a giant tower, his tiger-like eyes filled with mockery and cruelty as he snarled, "Kid, do you know how pigs die?"
These street thugs, who usually acted arrogantly and domineeringly, had long since mastered the art of changing their attitude faster than turning the pages of a book. The moment he uttered those words, their palms shot up without warning.
However, before his hand could even strike Gu Chen's face, his wrist was grabbed.
"You!" The burly man's eyes widened. He tried to use force, but found that Gu Chen's hand was as firm as a vise, gripping him tightly and making him unable to move.
At this moment, Gu Chen's voice rang out calmly, "I know, they died of stupidity!"
Bang!
The next second, the burly man's body flew backward!
He fell heavily to the ground!