"Master Ge!" Edmund and the others thought, their hearts trembling, and they quickly got out of the car, stood with their hands at their sides, and bowed uniformly toward Ge Dongxu.
The scene was spectacular, just like sothing out of a movie.
When Song Zhixuan, Gao Yusi, and others saw this, their mouths hung open wide, and their eyes bulged out.
The impact of this scene on them was many tis stronger than when they had seen Ge Dongxu effortlessly knock down over a dozen people with just two steel pipes.
This was the headquarters of the Rebel motorcycle club in Hell, and this was Australia!
Apart from the godmother of the Australian underworld, Daisy, who could make these untad bikers line up as obediently as elentary school students?
But now? A young man from Huaxia Country rely spoke, turned around, and hundreds of bikers obediently dismounted their motorcycles, lined up, and bowed in salute to him. How formidable a figure he must be!
Even the head of Hung n couldn't possibly receive such high-level treatnt!
Because no matter how influential you are as the head of the Hung n in the underworld, you only oversee Hung n, only the Chinese Gangs, you don't have control over Australia's largest native underground force.
But now, this young man, suspected by Song Zhixuan and Gao Yusi and others to be a second-generation official from Huaxia Country, had achieved it!
The mbers of the Poison Scorpion, who were still ecstatic that Ge Dongxu had the audacity to speak so disrespectfully, saw this scene and their faces turned as white as a sheet. A cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and several even lost their grip on the steel pipes in their hands, which clattered to the ground.
My God! What's going on? This can't be real, it must be an illusion, it must be an illusion! How could a Chinese make this group of wild, lawless bikers get off their bikes and bow in salute?
It seems not even the godmother Daisy has such prestige, right?
"Congratulations, Edmund, and all you gentlen and ladies! I am very pleased with your performance!" Ge Dongxu said, his gaze sweeping over Edmund and the others as he spoke indifferently.
Ge Dongxu's voice was very calm, floating in the night sky as if he were genuinely congratulating and praising them, but to Edmund and the others, that calm voice thundered in their ears, causing their hearts to tremble and their spines to chill with fear.
They were lucky! Lucky that they hadn't gotten involved in this matter, or else they and over a hundred of their people would probably have been visiting the hospital along with another group of their brothers.
Feeling relieved, Edmund and the others once again bowed uniformly and said, "Thank you for the praise, Master Ge!"
"Alright, you guys clean up this ss. As for these people, I don't want to see anyone of them able to stand and walk tonight. And about my compatriots' bikes, as well as their dical and emotional distress damages, Edmund, you should have a good talk with them," Ge Dongxu nodded before speaking lightly again.
"Yes, Master Ge!" Edmund and the others bowed uniformly again.
Ge Dongxu nodded and then turned to Song Zhixuan and the others, a faint smile appearing on his face as he said, "Well, the performance was not bad, you didn't disgrace the Chinese. However, Mr. Song, in the future, you had better not talk behind other people's friends. It's very impolite!"
After speaking, Ge Dongxu waved to Song Zhixuan and others before walking toward Betty and the others' sedan parked down the road.
In a blink of an eye, Ge Dongxu reached the car and then got in.
"Let's go!" Ge Dongxu said to a stunned Betty.
"Yes... yes," Betty stuttered in response, and then, due to her nerves, she inadvertently slamd on the gas, making the car shoot out suddenly and giving Ge Dongxu quite a scare. He teased, "Betty, I'm not in a rush."
After being teased by Ge Dongxu, Betty finally relaxed a bit and, with a wry smile, turned to Ge Dongxu and said, "Ge, when I'm with you, I never know what kind of amazing things will happen next."
Ge Dongxu just smiled at her words and said nothing more.
Seeing that Ge Dongxu didn't continue the conversation, Betty and Cindy, despite being normally cheerful, had just seen Ge Dongxu's ruthless and imperious deanor, and now they didn't dare to speak casually.
In the distance, Edmund and the rest of the motorcycle gang mbers breathed a collective sigh of relief as they saw the car carrying Ge Dongxu disappear into the night.
"Damn it! That twisted demon is finally gone!" Scorpio's leader, long-haired George, also took a deep breath, spitting fiercely on the ground as if it was the only way to calm his terrified nerves.
"Boss, what do we do now?" a henchman with multicolored hair timidly asked.
"What to do? Of course, we count ourselves unlucky! Take the brothers to the hospital!" George raised his hand and slapped the henchman on the head, cursing.
As for Song Zhixuan and the others, even with all the guts in the world, they wouldn't dare to provoke them now.
"George, have you forgotten sothing?" Edmund tapped his palm with a baseball bat, but his gaze fell on George's right leg.
"Oh, dear Edmund, he's gone now. You're not really going to break our legs, are you?" George, noticing Edmund's gaze on his right leg, shivered and his face changed color.
He had thought that with Ge Dongxu gone, considering his rapport with Edmund and the others, they would let bygones be bygones.
Besides, Ge Dongxu was Chinese, and both he and Edmund were white, true lburnians.
"Sorry, George, we wouldn't dare disobey Master Ge's words! Unless we don't want to walk on our feet tomorrow," Edmund shrugged, speaking as if he was powerless to help.
"No, no! Edmund, you can't do this to ! I'm going to protest to your boss, you can't treat us like this just for a Chinese! You're losing face for the Hell's Rebels!" George said, paling as he stepped back, reminding Edmund in a last-ditch attempt at resistance.
"Dear George, tonight I'll only break one of your legs, but if our boss finds out you've offended Master Ge, I think she'd order us to break both of your legs," Edmund said coldly, stepping forward and swinging the baseball bat at George's right leg.
With a "crack," George's right leg was broken.
George held his right leg and scread miserably on the ground.
Seeing their leader with a broken leg, everyone's faces turned pale with horror, and their eyes showed sheer despair.
They didn't think they could escape being surrounded by over a hundred motorcycles.
"It's your choice—do we do it, or do you take care of it yourselves? I think you're all smart enough to make the right decision," Edmund said, as if nothing had happened, continuing to tap his palm with the baseball bat, speaking coldly.
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