Chapter 239: Chapter 236: The Tragedy of Zhang Fei
"I’m lacking discipline? You want
dead?"
Zhang Fei reacted as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, laughing in his fury.
He glared at Chu Biyao, who was walking over with ease, surrounded by Han Bihong and her ten won. His anger flared to the brim, and a murderous intent surged. "You ignorant little girls, I don’t care what background you have, but if you provoke , there will undoubtedly be no good end for you."
"Do you know who I am? When I, your father, cough, the entire Dongfang City trembles thrice. Damn it, daring to be arrogant in front of , you must be tired of living."
"I am Zhang Fei, the Third Gang Leader of the Fierce Tiger Gang. Once upon a ti, no one dared to breathe heavily in front of . Today, I seem to have t so ignorant fools." Zhang Fei cursed angrily, thinking of the historical figure sharing his na, spat in disdain, "Damn, in the Three Kingdoms era, soone dared to have the sa na as . If it were now, I’d crush him in seconds."
This last sentence was his catchphrase, often saying it in various situations.
"When there’s no tiger in the mountains, the monkey reigns as king. Do you know what this ans?" Chu Biyao laughed mockingly. "If I hadn’t co around, the Fierce Tiger Gang might still stand. Now that I’m here, whatever crap the Fierce Tiger Gang is, I’ll wipe it out."
Chu Biyao had plenty of patience, flaunting her swagger as a ’big sister’ extravagantly.
"Third Gang Leader, please give the order. Those who dare disrespect the Fierce Tiger Gang, we’ll eat their flesh and drink their blood." The little brothers, including the strongman, roared, their eyes red, as if Chu Biyao and her people were bitter enemies who had killed their fathers.
"Kill, kill for , hack them up, chop them into pieces."
Ye Fan and Chu ngyao sat together, watching the chaotic and fierce scene from afar.
"Ye Fan, will there be trouble?" Chu ngyao’s heart was pounding in fear, encountering such a scene for the first ti.
Especially since the Fierce Tiger Gang’s followers attacked bravely without fear of death, making people involuntarily shiver.
"Don’t worry. Those little brothers may not fear death, but under the hands of Han Bihong’s ten won, they are too weak. Facing a huge disparity in strength, rely having a nurical advantage doesn’t yield much effect." Ye Fan explained lightly.
"President, this is the drink I prepared for you." Lu Xuehong handed over a glass of wine.
"Thank you." Chu ngyao took the wine, glanced at the composed Lu Xuehong, and began calming herself down. She knew Lu Xuehong was accustod to such scenes and was psychologically immune, while she was encountering it for the first ti, hence the inevitable shock.
Quickly, Chu ngyao cald down, her adaptability strong, holding the glass in one hand and resting the other on the side, watching the thrilling and dangerous brawl scene with interest.
Chu ngyao’s change left Lu Xuehong amazed, a look of admiration flashing in her eyes.
Soon, among the nurous followers attacking Han Bihong’s ten won, only thirty or forty remained. Throughout, those who were heavily hit would stand back up, as long as they could fight, joining the assault on the ten won fearlessly.
It wasn’t until they could no longer stand, lacking in combat ability, that they lay on the ground enduring the pain without crying out. They were from the Fierce Tiger Gang, accustod to life and death, so they naturally didn’t mind such minor injuries.
These little brothers were fierce, but encountering ten won even fiercer destined them for tragedy.
A minute later, all the little brothers lay groaning on the ground, with none able to rise, not even the leading strongman by Zhang Fei’s side, who also lay defeated.
Zhang Fei’s gaze was vicious. He glanced at the miserable state of his subordinates, his mind replaying the scenes of them being struck down, and his look grew increasingly solemn.
It wasn’t that his people weren’t strong; it was that the opponents were too powerful.
Qiu Wen looked at the ten won with a gaze filled with gratitude and envy. In terms of combat ability, she was on the sa level as them, but the way the ten won fought was more professional, embodying speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness to the extre, sothing she couldn’t match.
Chu Biyao patted her wildly beating heart, muttering with lingering fear, "That was close, really close. My little heart was almost scared dead."
She genuinely felt fear. The thrill aside, the fear was intense.
Especially when thinking of blades and such flying everywhere, with one body after another spurting blood, it’s hard to stay calm, despite Han Bihong’s ten won protecting her thoroughly. Yet, the chill was inevitable.
"Finally, it’s quiet. I’m incredibly thrilled right now." Chu Biyao struggled to describe her inner delight.
"What path are you on?" Zhang Fei suppressed the anger in his heart, coldly eyeing Chu Biyao, "Are you brave enough to reveal your na? I want to see just how capable you are."
"You bastard Zhang, you think this is a turf war? That we’d give you a chance to recover? I’m telling you, no such thing. You’re dead today." Before Chu Biyao could answer, Qiu Wen already launched a flying kick, the machete in her hand flashing with murderous intent, heading straight for Zhang Fei.
"Kill ? Do you really dare kill ? Do you know what kind of catastrophe killing
would bring you? Anyone with any connection to you will die under the Fierce Tiger Gang’s revenge." Zhang Fei sneered, not believing anyone dared kill him.
Joke, in Dongfang City, no one dared kill him.
If you want to live, you must grovel before him. Killing him is the biggest joke ever.
And indeed, as Zhang Fei said, no one dared kill him. Chu Biyao looked at Ye Fan, seeking his opinion.
Ye Fan made a throat-slitting gesture, and Chu Biyao imdiately understood what to do.
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