Chapter 32: What are you looking at, you old fool? Come down here and fight!
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Kwai Tsing District.
Han Bin sat in the car with a dark expression and dialed the number of his right-hand man, “Savage.” His first words were:
“Clear out every customer from the hotel. Call in more men. You lead them, and I want all of you stationed there.”
At a certain hotel—
On the bed—
A rigid object was strapped around Savage’s waist. Holding the phone in one hand, he struggled to push aside the three smooth, bare thighs pinning him down with the other. He sounded somewhat bewildered.
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“Boss, business is doing pretty well. If we clear everyone out, who’s going to come here afterward?”
“You son of a—!” Han Bin practically roared. “Can’t you find another hotel? Do you have to do it at one of our own properties?”
He hung up immediately afterward.
Savage narrowed his tiny, wise-looking eyes and pondered the matter. It seemed this time they had a really big job on their hands.
He just had no idea which unlucky bastard they would be going up against this time.
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Han Bin was furious. It had been a long time since he had been this agitated.
He drove back to his villa.
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Sitting on the sofa, Han Bin stared fixedly at a number in his hand, yet he could not bring himself to dial it.
He lifted his glass and drained it in one swallow, then irritably yanked loose his tie.
Through clenched teeth, he growled, “Wait. Wait a little longer!”
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And so, utterly miserable, Han Bin drank an entire bottle of red wine by himself.
Afterward—
He walked toward the bookcase with a grim expression. When he twisted a hidden switch, the bookcase opened automatically, revealing a passage leading down to the basement.
Bright lights. A comfortable bed.
Two little girls sat upon it, staring in terror at the man advancing toward them step by step.
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Night had fallen.
The Gothic building, painted a heavy creamy white, flashed with frantic neon lights.
Under the dim lamps at the entrance, the words “Queen’s Club” glittered. Several dazed men and women wandered beneath them like wavering ghostly shadows, utterly lost.
“This is the place!”
Liu Haizhu appeared on the streets of Tuen Mun like a god descending from heaven.
He had come looking for trouble today.
Or rather, he had come to fulfill a promise.
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At the bar’s entrance, several local toughs stationed there—men covered in tattoos and dragon designs—immediately grew alert.
One of them, a young man with the God of War Zhao Zilong tattooed across his arm, shouted, “This is Brother Tyrannosaurus’s turf! What the hell are you doing here?”
Liu Haizhu glared at him. “You little punk, you’re not qualified to talk to me.”
“Cut him down!”
“Heh.”
Liu Haizhu laughed.
As he passed by, the bastard seized the man’s arm with lightning speed and snapped it with a sharp crack, then sprang up and kicked another man flying.
When no one else dared to come forward, he curled his lips into a contemptuous smile. Then he spotted a blue-and-white stone lion guarding the entrance.
He walked over.
With a loud grunt, Liu Haizhu forcibly pried it up and hoisted it onto his shoulder.
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Inside the bar—
The deafening music roared through the room.
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On the dance floor, alluring men and women writhed wildly. Liu Haizhu stood there in a daze for a moment. It was as though he had stumbled into hell itself.
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Liu Haizhu lost his patience and let out an angry roar.
“You son of a—!”
The entire dance floor fell silent. The music stopped, and everyone stared at him without making a sound.
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Several thugs came charging over, eyes blazing.
Liu Haizhu shouted, “All of you, hold your balls and stand at attention!”
The words had barely left his mouth when he suddenly exploded into motion, hurling the blue-and-white stone lion from his shoulder straight into the sound booth.
“Holy shit!”
“That’s insane!”
The gaudily dressed dancers, barely covered by scraps of cloth, went white with terror and scrambled away on hands and knees.
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In an instant, the lights blazed across the room, and everyone began trembling.
What the hell kind of maniac was this?
How could he be so fearless?
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With two punches, Liu Haizhu sent the charging thugs flying. Licking his lips, he roared:
“Anyone who doesn’t want to die can get the hell out!”
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On the second-floor balcony, Tyrannosaurus came running at the commotion. His eyes widened in disbelief.
That was a fatal injury!
How had he recovered so quickly?
Was this bastard a stray dog or something?
But then—
Brother Tyrannosaurus burst into laughter.
“Hahaha! Liu Haizhu, since you’ve delivered yourself to my door, don’t blame me for sending you to the afterlife. Get him! All of you, take him down!”
“Kill him!”
“Chop him up!”
“...!”
More than a dozen Hung Lok enforcers surged from the upper and lower floors, brandishing whatever weapons they had and charging at him with savage cries.
Liu Haizhu looked at them with disdain. He casually seized the iron table beside him and slammed it into the crowd with a thunderous boom.
“Fuck your mothers!”
Even while fighting, Liu Haizhu’s mouth never stopped. His fists tore through the air.
“You’re all so young. Is there nothing else you can do with your lives?”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
“...Why pretend to be gangsters?”
Crack! Crash!
“You’re still coming? Fine! I’ll teach you a lesson in place of your parents!”
Boom! Boom! Crash!
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Amid the chaotic battle, Liu Haizhu knitted his brows and stamped his foot.
His entire body shot into the air, crashing into the thickest part of the crowd like a grenade.
His fists and feet moved with sweeping, brutal force. Blades and clubs struck his body, yet he did not even grunt.
“Fuck your mothers! You think you can fight, huh?!”
Surrounded on all sides, he unleashed a vicious whip kick that sent two men tumbling at once.
“You! Get over here! I’ll beat you to death!”
Liu Haizhu sprang up again and used the “Giant Horn” technique he had only recently learned, blasting three men beside him into the air.
He had conned that move out of Ah Gang.
Immediately afterward, he extended his left hand and viciously yanked over the burliest and most ferocious fighter. He punched the man square in the forehead and shouted:
“Fight back, you little punk!”
Crack!
He grabbed another man, lifted him above his head, and hurled him straight toward the second-floor balcony with both arms.
Then he raised his head and roared:
“What are you staring at up there? Get down here and fight your father!”
Whoosh!
Tyrannosaurus’s face darkened. He swung his arm and slapped one of his own men away.
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...Remember, he slapped the man away—like swatting a fly.
Bang!
The man Tyrannosaurus had sent flying was driven straight onto a protruding iron rod at the top of the bar.
The iron rod, as thick as a man’s thigh, pierced through his chest. The sight was beyond gruesome.
Blood trickled down his trouser leg, dripping steadily onto the floor below.
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The scene was so nauseating that many of the men froze on the spot.
They were not idiots.
One by one, gritting their teeth and staring at their boss with bloodshot eyes, they began unconsciously backing away.
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History was repeating itself in a remarkable way.
It had to be said that movies and television dramas often exaggerated these things.
They frequently portrayed gang wars as battles involving hundreds or even thousands of men hacking at one another, like ancient armies clashing on a battlefield—enough to make anyone’s blood surge.
Reality was nothing like that.
As these men who lived on the edge put it, one foot was already in the coffin, while the other was in prison.
So someone might ask: Did they lack courage?
The answer was obviously no.
Anyone who chose this life had to be willing to risk death.
But even so, loyalty mattered.
You weren’t an emperor, after all, enthroned above everyone else.
At the very least, there had to be some give-and-take between you and your men.
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But just look at what that bastard Tyrannosaurus had done.
He had taken a winning hand and mangled it beyond recognition.
This demon had followed his elder brother into the underworld from a young age. Simply put, he was a spoiled child who had been indulged rotten.
A great many people in the underworld said the same thing:
Tyrannosaurus, the boss of Tuen Mun, was a brutal tyrant. He was merciless toward outsiders, and just as merciless toward his own men.
In his own territory, he would open private disciplinary sessions at the slightest provocation. Any brother who failed to obey him completely was in for a miserable time.
Under his heavy fists, the lucky ones were merely left unable to care for themselves. After two months of recuperation, they might eventually recover.
Most others were crippled on the spot.
Some simply disappeared.
Whatever happened, his elder brother, Han Bin, was always there to cover for him.
That was how Tyrannosaurus had developed his attitude of believing himself supreme, looking down on everyone as though they were beneath contempt.
Heh.
If not for the reputation of the Bentley Tiger backing him up, a bastard with his temperament would have been hacked to death hundreds of times already.
Of course, there was never any shortage of fools in this world.
Even under these circumstances, five of his men were still downstairs, surrounding Liu Haizhu and fighting for their lives.
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Liu Haizhu was covered in blood.
Some of it was his.
Most of it belonged to other people.
The more he fought, the fiercer he became.
He smashed one man unconscious with a headbutt, though the impact left his own vision sparkling for a moment.
His back pressed against a rusted fire hydrant. The metallic taste of blood filled his throat as five men armed with knives and clubs formed a semicircle around him.
The scar-faced leader was panting heavily. Drops of blood from the blow he had just landed on Liu Haizhu’s shoulder still dripped from his metal baseball bat.
Then, amid the sound of rushing air—
Whoosh!
The scar-faced man swung the bat again, bringing it straight down toward Liu Haizhu.