Fatty looked out the window behind and asked how many people there were. I gave him a rough estimate of more than forty people. Fatty exhaled, looked at the stick in his hand, and said to , "It'll be a tough battle."
I narrowed my eyes. The last ti I had the pleasure of fighting like this was at Crescent Hotel when I had to make a good escape. Fatty had been the at shield and Poker-Faces output was very accurate. That was when we were in the best condition. I rembered that there had been at least thirty people who were beaten down at the ti. But the terrain back then was complex, while the terrain here was so flat you could gallop a horse across it. We would definitely be in trouble if we were surrounded.
Fatty leaned against the window and said to , "Go out and hold them off first. I'll run to the kitchen where there are better weapons. Look, there must be sothing in their ponchos. Our flesh isnt made of iron. Ill bring the weapons and et you on the road by the gate. Well run over and start fighting."
I looked outside. We still had so ti before they found us. Uncle Two was in another room and I didnt know if I should alert his people. Fatty waved his hand, "People will die."
I thought so, too. Uncle Two's guys were all outlaws, so they might really end up killing those people if they went out to fight them. I glanced at Poker-Face, who was looking at the door with his head tilted. I didnt know what he was looking at.
I also glanced at the door, but I still hadnt figured out the situation yet. At that mont, soone kicked down the door and two or three people rushed in. They had iron hooks in their hands that were as long as their arms.
Fuck , its a diversion, I secretly cursed. The people outside had attracted our attention while the others had already reached the door. Poker-Face grabbed an iron hook with one hand, moved forward, and pushed his elbow directly into the persons chest. The man made a muffled sound and tried to retreat, but Poker-Face smacked him in the head, causing him to imdiately bump into one of the other people. Poker-Face then grabbed the hook and instantly used it to knock the third person to the ground before they even knew what was happening.
In a short period of ti, those three people fell to the ground and then five more people rushed in. But the room wasnt that big, so it was instantly packed. Poker-Face turned and threw the hook out, hitting one of them on the forehead. Two people went up and tried to grab him, but fell to the ground instantly, not knowing what happened.
It was only in that mont that Fatty and I finally reacted. We went up and grabbed the last two people's necks one by one. Fatty and I moved the heads towards each other until they collided. The two n imdiately fell to the ground and clutched their heads, crying in pain.
The people outside didn't imdiately co in. Based on how ordinary people thought, they probably believed that the three of us had been killed when the eight people started fighting us in the narrow space.
I saw the old man outside start to light a kerosene lamp. It seed he had sothing to say. He probably thought that he would gain victory and was confident that the people who ca in could stop us.
The three of us looked at each other. Fatty took a deep breath before picking up two of the n and tossing them over his shoulders. "Ah, its been a long ti since I got to be so badass," he said.
I lit a cigarette. Maybe it was the wine just now, but I also went up and slung two of them over my shoulders. Fatty turned to Poker-Face, "Little Brother, dont drop the ball. Stay in formation."
Fatty pushed the door open, and under the watchful eyes of more than forty people, the two of us walked out with four stunned people over our shoulders. I was still smoking a cigarette and suddenly felt as if Dagger Society Suite (1) was ringing in my ears.
I looked back at Poker-Face. He hadn't listened at all and followed us out. Fatty sighed and threw his two people into the pools of rainwater on the beach. I also threw my people away and then the three of us walked side by side to the stunned old man.
"Theyll definitely try to placate us later. Do you want to accept it?" Fatty quietly asked.
"Ive been in a bad mood recently. I dont want to be placated." I rubbed my waistthose two n had been a little heavyand took a hard drag of my cigarette. Those forty people were slow to react and all leaned towards the old man.
I was all too familiar with fighting. Those guys just now were the main force and were probably their best fighters. I figured that most of these forty-odd people were just here for show. I grinned and started laughing, feeling as if all the unease in my heart was finally being released.
"Take the initiative to attack," I said quietly. At that mont, it felt as if I had returned to the desert. The three of us suddenly accelerated and rushed to the front of those forty people.
We must have looked like evil spirits at that ti, because those forty people stepped back in an instant.
After drinking that wine earlier and running the thirty steps to stand in front of those forty people, Fatty and I couldn't breathe. We stopped and gasped for breath while those forty people stood there and watched us.
Poker-Face stopped and handed a bottle of water.
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TN Notes:
(1) Its a song featured in Kung Fu Hustle but was actually written in 1959 for a historical dance-drama based on the Dagger Society, an anti-Qing secret society who mounted an unsuccessful rebellion in 1855. Youtube link here.
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