After a while, feeling uneasy, he called Song Xiaodong again.
"Mr. Song, I've already seen Chen Yong and his people. They seem to have brought in a lot more people from sowhere, all carrying machetes. It looks like they're really going to chop
down! Mr. Song, please save !"
"Have so backbone, I'll be right there."
12 o'clock at night.
Chen Yong led a group of seventy to eighty people to Chen Zixu's nightclub.
Chen Zixu was afraid of causing a big scene, so the nightclub wasn't open for business at all.
Chen Yong was nearing forty, strong and robust, with a long scar on his face, looking fierce and aggressive.
"Oh my, Brother Chen, you brought so many people to my little place, there's not enough room for everyone!" Chen Zixu's face turned pale, and sweat dripped from his forehead.
"Cut the crap; these two venues are ours from now on, get lost, or we'll leave your limbs here."
"Brother Chen, I've just invested in these venues and haven't recouped my costs yet. Please let
manage them a little longer, or else, how will my n survive?"
"You need to be alive to survive." Chen Yong raised the machete and checked his reflection.
"Mr. Chen, if you want to do business with my friend, we can sit down and talk it over slowly. Bringing so many people, what's the intention?" From the other side of the nightclub walked a plain-looking man in casual attire, looking relaxed.
"Boy, you're pretty daring, thinking you can find help..." As Song Xiaodong approached, Chen Yong finally recognized him.
"Song... Mr. Song!" Chen Yong's face showed a mixed expression of dread and disbelief, lowering his head, and the machete clanged as it fell to the floor, causing Chen Zixu to jump back.
"Compared to my numbers, huh?" Song Xiaodong snapped his fingers.
"Rumbling..." The floor of the nightclub began to shake slightly, and soon, dozens of people ca down from the upstairs of the nightclub — they were the Su Family's guards, each agile and stern-faced, their skills visibly higher compared to those brought by Chen Yong.
"Boss, people have co outside; we've been surrounded..." One of Chen Yong's little brothers said nervously.
Chen Yong turned his head and found the outside of the nightclub crowded with people.
"Mr. Song!" Chen Yong fell to his knees with a loud thud.
"Mr. Song, it wasn't
who wanted to provoke your friend; my big brother sent . I had no choice. Spare us a way out, please!" Chen Yong imdiately surrendered, and fear flashed across the faces of those he brought.
"Go back and tell your big brother that the world has changed. Now this street, no, this city, bears the Song na."
"Yes, yes!"
"Scram!" Song Xiaodong shouted loudly.
Chen Yong was so frightened that he didn't dare pick up the machete and turned to run. The dense crowd outside made way for him.
The entire street was thoroughly blocked.
In no ti, both groups dispersed completely.
Song Xiaodong sat on the couch eating grapes, while Chen Zixu with a smile accompanied him.
"Mr. Song, you were truly imposing just now!" Chen Zixu flattered.
"Cut the crap, I'm not here for you today, but for the deputy director. Oh, have you heard anything about Zhou Kang?"
"Sir, I've been asking around everywhere. Zhou Kang typically runs a restaurant and rarely shows himself; he's quite mysterious usually."
"Does he have any connection with Chen Yong?"
"No, back in the day, Chen Yong was just a small fry, following behind the crowd, watching the show. Now that he's moved up, Zhou Kang doesn't take him seriously. But Zhou Tiannan needs a place to stay, and Chen Yong got intimidated by Zhou Tianran." Chen Zixu said.
"You should talk about having backbone?" Song Xiaodong gave Chen Zixu a glare.
"Uh, heh heh..." Chen Zixu wiped his cold sweat again.
"Mr. Song, what should we do now?"
"Wait."
"Wait for whom?" Chen Zixu asked.
"Zhou Tiannan, if he still wants to be the big brother, he will definitely co."
"He's coming too..." Chen Zixu thought of this big brother, feeling uneasy.
"It's just a murderer. What's there to be scared of?"
"Mr. Song, your Divine Skills are powerful, naturally fearless, but I live just a street away from Chen Yong. In the future, I still have to do business. This murderer, I can't afford to offend him—it's better to fear being targeted than being stolen from!"
"Then just hide yourself."
"No, no, no, Mr. Song is here; if I hide away, how embarrassing!"
"Humph."
Soon, a hearty laugh was heard from outside the nightclub door, causing Song Xiaodong to frown — the newcor is a Kung Fu expert, skilled in inner strength.
"I heard that this street, this city, now bears the Song na?" A person walked in through the door, it was Zhou Tiannan.
Zhou Tiannan was over fifty, bald, short and stout, with a big waist. In September, he wore just a vest and single pants, and his arms were covered in tattoos.
"The Yangtze River pushes the waves forward!" Zhou Tiannan approached and sat on the sofa opposite Song Xiaodong.
"This, is Zhou Tiannan, Mr. Zhou?" Song Xiaodong gave a polite smile.
"Hahaha, soone still recognizes ?" Zhou Tiannan laughed heartily, causing Chen Zixu's eardrums to ache.
"Mr. Zhou just got out three days ago and has done a major thing; of course, I recognize you."
"Hahaha, I just got out three days ago. Mr. Song should know what I've been doing these three days; not many big things accomplished, but plenty of won."
"Mr. Zhou is out; what plans do you have for the future?" Song asked.
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