Chapter 1947 - 1843: Brother Chen (Part 2)

Capítulo 1947: Chapter 1843: Brother Chen (Part 2)

Song Xiaodong sat back down in his seat and continued to stare at the ceiling.

“Let me tell you, all of Brother Chen’s men are real badasses. You think you’re tough? Brother Chen will cripple your Kung Fu! When the time comes, you’ll spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair, and this chick will be…” Before Song Xiaodong could make a move, Dragon Three “whoosh,” his clothes making a rustling sound as he blurs into motion, appearing in front of Brother Fei in a flash, grabbing his collar, and casually tossing him to the ground, then kicking him right in the mouth.

“Damn, you dare touch our Brother Fei, get him!” A group rushed forward, but Dragon Three delivered a flying kick, knocking them down like bowling pins. More charged at him, but Dragon Three didn’t let up, executing a side kick that took down another bunch, leaving the remaining ones trembling where they stood.

Dragon Three looked at the remainder with disdain, spat on the ground, and walked back to Song Xiaodong’s side.

Brother Fei’s lip was also busted, spitting out two teeth; looks like he’ll need to visit the dentist along with that other bald guy.

Soon, the sound of cars approached outside, at least four of them by the sound, bringing another group in. But these people were different from the earlier ones, at least these goons were all dressed the same, in sharp suits and ties, with a few having scars on their faces.

Chapter 1844: Performance

As soon as you saw this batch of henchmen, their level of skills was clearly not like the previous two groups.

“Woo woo woo…” Seeing the newcomers, Brother Fei scrambled to his feet, pointing at Song Xiaodong, unable to say a single word.

The suit-clad henchmen entered, each with a fierce look, squeezing Brother Fei’s people aside, making the small nightclub feel a bit cramped.

After the twenty or so people came in, another man entered, not wearing a suit but dressed in black sportswear and white sneakers. In his thirties, he maintained a good physique, with thick hair, but his eyes were extremely sharp, like a beast.

“You looking for me?” The newcomer was none other than Brother Fei’s boss, Brother Chen.

Bottom feeders are everywhere when the water’s shallow, and so are bosses.

Brother Chen didn’t rush into a rage seeing his underlings beaten, but instead calmly asked Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaodong knew that this was probably the final boss of the night, so he didn’t waste time, turning around to face Brother Chen.

“You’re the nephew of Director Wang at Beishan District Police Station?” Song Xiaodong asked directly.

Brother Chen was taken aback by the question, where’s the introduction to personal kin right off the bat?

Brother Chen was obviously quite proud of this, replying to Song Xiaodong, “You know who I am, so why aren’t you kneeling?”

Song Xiaodong was taken aback by Brother Chen’s tone, showing a disdainful expression, tilting his head to look at Sun Yiyi.

“Yo, the chick’s nice, come on, play with me…” Song Xiaodong punched Brother Chen in the chest, causing him to curl up like a mantis shrimp for a while, “Ugh——” vomiting out his dinner. Song Xiaodong quickly dodged aside and pulled Sun Yiyi over, who lifted her red skirt’s hem in disgust.

“G-give me, ugh——” Brother Chen knelt on the ground, looking up, but before he could finish speaking, he vomited again.

Brother Chen’s henchmen saw the situation and immediately surrounded them. Song Xiaodong and Dragon Three struck simultaneously, with Song Xiaodong smashing through the crowd, creating a gap, then executing two quick side kicks, knocking down another bunch. Dragon Three, on the other hand, grabbed a plastic chair, leapt up, and smashed it atop heads until it shattered, leaving a single leg in his hand.

In just a few moves, all of Brother Chen’s men were lying on the ground, with Song Xiaodong and Dragon Three standing at opposite ends, while the fallen men lay in between. Even those who hadn’t been hit lay prone, not daring to stand.

Song Xiaodong gave Dragon Three a glance, who then dragged Brother Chen over to Song Xiaodong’s side.

Brother Chen was still dry heaving, with spittle hanging from his lips, unable to speak.

“Kid, from now on, in the Beishan District Development Zone, there’s only one boss — me. Got it?” Song Xiaodong asked Brother Chen.

Brother Chen didn’t answer.

“Ah yo!” Without hearing Brother Chen’s answer, Song Xiaodong delivered a flying kick again. Dragon Three let go, and Brother Chen was kicked from the dance floor’s edge back to the center, rolling on the ground clutching his stomach.

Dragon Three dragged Brother Chen from the center of the dance floor back to before Song Xiaodong.

“Got it?” Song Xiaodong asked again.

“You dare touch me? My uncle is the station chief! He’ll have you executed!”

“Ah——” Song Xiaodong grabbed one of Brother Chen’s arms and shook it, a crisp “crack” sounding as his shoulder dislocated, prompting a heart-wrenching scream from Brother Chen.

“Got it?” Song Xiaodong grabbed the other arm of Brother Chen.

“Got it, got it! Only you’re the boss!”

“If you got it, then get lost!” Song Xiaodong shook his hand again, dislocating Brother Chen’s other shoulder.

“Ah——”

Brother Chen lay on the ground, too much in pain to move.

“Scram!” Dragon Three bellowed at the crowd, scaring them into nearly jumping up, hastily supporting Brother Chen and hauling him away.

“Ouch, ouch, careful, easy…” Brother Chen, tears, snot, and sweat all mixing, got helped away by the group.

The club was empty except for the girls hiding under the bar.

“Ah-choo——” Sun Yiyi yawned, feeling sleepy.

“Let’s go, head home.”

The three of them walked out of the club, only to find their car had been keyed.

Song Xiaodong turned back to take a look around. The night was already deep, with no one in sight, only an old lady packing up her sock stall.