Chapter 101: Chapter 99: Sorry, You Guys Are Taking the Bla
The sky gradually darkened, and the streets started filling with more people.
Fang Cheng sat in a beef noodle shop, slurping his rice noodle soup.
From ti to ti, he lifted his head, looking out at the scenery.
Through the glass door, he could clearly see three young n squatting by the street, helping patrons park their cars.
Those were the Red Tiger Gang’s low-level hoodlums, and the sauna club across the street was also one of their managed places.
According to confessions from two traitors, Fang Cheng knew that the Red Tiger Gang was ruthless in their dealings and adhered to the principle of thoroughly annihilating their enemies.
Therefore, he did not entertain any hopeful thoughts and decided to strike first.
Dealing with this kind of gang mbers, who scurried everywhere like rats, and wanting to completely eliminate them.
Not to ntion Fang Cheng alone, even the police couldn’t do it.
However, if he could silently take out their leader or find solid criminal evidence against those leaders and hand it over to the police.
Then, the higher-ups would beco suspicious and paranoid, and the low-level hoodlums would fight amongst themselves for power, disrupting their ranks.
At that ti, they would be too preoccupied to cause trouble for him.
Thus, Fang Cheng set his sights on Sang Biao and Wu Shihao, the two directly related individuals.
But after an entire day.
He went to several addresses where Sang Biao frequently lived to scout, but found no trace of him.
Finally, Fang Cheng decided to try his luck at a place like this.
As Cool Bro ntioned, Sang Biao was lecherous by nature and couldn’t go a day without won.
His frequently visited entertainnt venues included the sauna club in front of him and the nightclub next door.
If he still couldn’t find the target, he would have to visit another nightclub.
"Hmm."
The owner, wearing an apron, ca over with a cough, wiping the tables nearby with a towel.
Seeing this, Fang Cheng quickly realized sothing.
He had been sitting here, ordered two bowls of beef rice noodles, and unknowingly had been eating for over an hour.
Not wanting to draw attention, he quickly finished his rice noodles, paid, and left.
Walking out of the beef noodle shop, he strolled around the vicinity once more.
As the night fell, the colorful neon signs gradually lit up.
Fang Cheng saw those three parking valets and after a mont’s thought, approached them.
"That sports car just now was pretty cool, worth at least a few million."
"What a waste with an old fart in it and such a hot chick; should we find a chance to steal it..."
A few hoodlums chatted while smoking, glancing at Fang Cheng who had approached, but didn’t pay much attention.
Their accent was foreign, and the locals of East Capital could barely understand it.
"Excuse , is Brother Sang Biao here?"
Fang Cheng asked politely in the sa accent.
"Eh, you’re from West River?"
The hoodlums seed especially surprised to hear Fang Cheng speak.
"Yes."
Fang Cheng smiled and nodded, then said:
"I just arrived in East Capital not long ago, unfamiliar with this place. I heard Brother Sang Biao is also from West River, very influential here, generous and loyal, so I wanted to join him."
The hoodlums chuckled upon hearing this.
Fang Cheng, puzzled, asked, "What’s wrong?"
The hoodlums didn’t explain, but one "fellow West River fellow" seed sowhat enthusiastic:
"Haven’t you heard? Brother Sang Biao’s place was raided by the police, now he’s hiding like a scared turtle, and is quite irritable!"
"But given his temperant, he can’t bear it for many days; if not today, then definitely tomorrow, he will co here to cool off, then you..."
While they were speaking, the rumbling of an engine sounded.
A saucy pink sports car parked by the roadside, followed by several gangster-specific sea lion vans.
A middle-sized man with tattoos pushed open the car door, stepped out in pointed leather shoes.
People after people erged from the vehicles behind, each carrying newspaper-wrapped long objects, their faces and expressions ferocious.
The three parking valets imdiately rushed to greet him, repeatedly calling him "Brother Biao".
Sang Biao, looking battered with a bruised nose and face, not only looked fierce but also spoke in an unfriendly tone.
He glanced at the three parking valets and then threw the car keys over.
"Keep my car in good condition, any scratch, and I’ll break all your legs!"
"Yes, yes, Brother Biao."
The parking valets hurriedly nodded and bowed, no longer showing the disdain they had earlier.
Seeing the main target, Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed, already hiding his figure in the shadows nearby.
Because among the group of thugs that followed Sang Biao, he recognized one of them as the flower-arm guy he had encountered before.
.........
Inside the Golden Sand Sauna Club, the bathing hall was void of moving custors.
Several spa technicians dressed in skimpy uniforms hid far away, stealthily peering towards the resting area.
Two gangs were about to start a huge altercation with dozens of people gathered.
In the middle of the crowd, two tattooed n sat boldly, their faces full of horizontal scars, clearly not the benevolent type.
"T-Rex, what do you really an?"
Sang Biao asked vehently:
"Sending people to scout my places twice in a row, are you itching for a war? And calling the cops here, don’t you know it breaks the rules of the Jianghu?"
Although the other crew-cut man seed a bit shifty with his eyes, his mouth didn’t back down:
"Sang Biao, don’t think that just because you’ve now sided with the Red Tiger Gang you can act all high and mighty. Don’t throw the bla on !"
Then, his tone softened a bit, explaining a few more words:
"That was then, this is now. I’ve heard your place got raided this ti, and although our gangs are rivals, it definitely has nothing to do with us."
"You still dare to play dumb? Aren’t you and Ma Donghe always claiming to be brothers? How dare you deny it now?"
"I indeed know Ma Donghe, but he isn’t part of our gang. How are his wrongdoings related to us?"
However, Sang Biao wouldn’t listen to his explanations, just kept threatening ferociously:
"T-Rex, I’m putting my words here."
"Let your Gang Leader bring Ma Donghe and that hidden Assassin to our Brother Hao, bow and apologize imdiately."
"Also, compensate for the dicinal bills, resettlent fees, and the rebuilding costs for the damaged properties, a total of eighty million Yuan."
"Of course, you can choose not to agree, but now it’s
talking to you, next ti it will be our Red Tiger Gang’s knives and guns doing the talking."
T-Rex’s expression turned uglier, with fury smoldering in his eyes.
Despite being a mid-level boss of a gang, his status didn’t differ much from Wu Shihao’s. Yet, he ended up being humiliated by a small-ti creep like Sang Biao.
This was unbearable, utterly unbearable.
"Sang Biao, what the fuck do you think you are, showing off in front of
with just this handful of guys? Ask yourself, are you even qualified to talk to ?"
T-Rex seed to have realized sothing.
The other party had long been coveting the territory of the Three Wolves Gang, wanting to use this excuse to start a war, to step into Jiangbei and extend their influence into the old district.
Finally unable to restrain his explosive temper, he stood up abruptly, pointed at Sang Biao’s nose, and cursed loudly:
"Go back and tell Wu Shihao, I never fear threats in Jianghu. If I go all out, I’d dare to kill even his mother!"
Their henchn behind them, seeing this, also started pointing at each other and shouting threats.
After a standoff for a mont, T-Rex, with a grim face and no room for maneuver, was the first to lead his brothers and retreat.
Watching T-Rex’s departing figure, Sang Biao lacked the courage to keep him there.
After all, the opponent had an arrogant foundation; the henchn he brought along were strong and beefy, obviously tough fighters.
"Damn, dying without knowing it."
He muttered darkly:
"I heard T-Rex’s wife is really sothing. Later on, I’ll get her from Hao to have so fun, then throw her into the brothel, and his daughter too..."
Lifting his head, he saw a group of henchn still standing around, then said:
"What are you waiting for? They’re gone, disperse, and find so girls to have fun with."
Hearing this, the henchn left the hall.
Only a few close brothers and three sycophantic guys remained.
"Biao brother, where’s our reward?"
The Flower-ard man and Chicken-eyed boy hurriedly asked.
"Didn’t I tell you to go find so girls to have fun?"
"Are you covering the expenses or not?"
"Damn, I haven’t even redeed myself yet. After we win this fight, I’ll treat you all to the full package."
Their faces imdiately fell, and they left disgruntledly.
"Sang Biao, Sang Biao, truly a damn unluckily star. With such a boss, it’s like being jinxed for eight lifetis..."
The Flower-ard man and Chicken-eyed boy separated, each walking down the corridor alone.
Suddenly, he bumped shoulders with a tall man wearing a mask walking towards him.
The Flower-ard man turned and glanced at the man, cursing: "Are you blind?"
Seeing the slightly familiar silhouette of the other party, he couldn’t help but turn around and look again.
The masked man also turned to look at him, his eyes shining.
"Do you recognize ?"
"You are..."
Before he could finish his exclamation, a hand swiftly covered his mouth.
.........
"Listen to
sing ’The Eighteen Touches’, reach out, and touch my little sister’s lips..."
Sang Biao lay comfortably on the foot massage sofa, humming a tune, enjoying the foot-washing service.
Occasionally he rubbed the girl technician’s face with his toes, his eyes slightly squinting, his expression fierce and lecherous.
The female technician dared not complain, only bowing her head in grievance, smiling along.
Just then, the room door was gently pushed open.
A series of faint footsteps followed.
The female technician turned in surprise.
She saw a man gesturing to her with his finger on his lips, signaling for silence.
Sang Biao also noticed the commotion.
He then opened his eyes, seeing a familiar and annoying face, burst out cursing:
"Are you fucking stupid? I told you to go find a prostitute, why the hell did you co back?"
"Biao brother, I..."
The Flower-ard man’s face was conflicted, his lips stamred.
Suddenly, a figure lurking behind him swiftly leapt forward, raising a dagger.
In a flash of cold light,
Sang Biao’s throat was effortlessly slit open.
He stared wide-eyed, bubbles gurgling from his mouth, unwillingly looking at the assassin in front of him.
His hands desperately tried to cover his throat, but couldn’t stop the gushing blood.
The female technician scread loudly in terror.
The Flower-ard man was also trembling all over.
Having killed the target without any nonsense,
Fang Cheng handed the dagger back to the Flower-ard man, coldly ordering:
"Here, stab him a few tis!"
The Flower-ard man tried to resist, but rembering sothing horrifying,
he clenched his teeth, hardened his heart, and forcefully stabbed the lifeless Sang Biao in the chest twice.
Fang Cheng nodded approvingly, then reiterated the instructions he had given before:
"Next, you can turn yourself in to the police, say you betrayed him and killed Sang Biao, and are willing to serve as a tainted witness."
"Of course, you can also choose to join the Three Wolves Gang; I think they would be willing to protect you..."
During this conversation, hurried footsteps sounded outside.
Obviously, having heard the screams and seen the two bodyguards lying unconscious at the door, those henchn had realized sothing was amiss.
They burst in quickly, crying out in shock on seeing the scene:
"Boss!
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