Chapter 1948 - 1843: Brother Chen_3

Capítulo 1948: Chapter 1843: Brother Chen_3

“Let’s go; we’ll come back tomorrow night,” Song Xiaodong turned around and gave the dilapidated, low buildings on the street a cold glance.

In the car.

“Xiaodong, what are you doing? Why are you causing trouble here?”

“If we don’t cause trouble, how will we find out how many bosses there are? Once we take care of these bosses, the security here will naturally improve.”

“What kind of logic is that? You’re saying the security’s bad because someone else is the boss, but it’ll be good if you’re the boss?” Sun Yiyi mocked Song Xiaodong.

“Of course, if I were the boss, this place would already be a central business district, even livelier than downtown.”

“Alright, I know you’re impressive.” Sun Yiyi impatiently took out her phone to play.

“But you did great today, your troublemaking skills are top-notch.” Song Xiaodong praised Sun Yiyi.

“It’s all your fault for corrupting me.” Sun Yiyi tilted her head towards Song Xiaodong.

“Oh, come on, corrupting you? Did I teach you how to pole dance?” Song Xiaodong squinted at Sun Yiyi.

“Well… I figured that out on my own.”

“Is that so?” Song Xiaodong raised his eyebrows and slid his hand into the slit of Sun Yiyi’s skirt.

“Hey…” Sun Yiyi quickly looked at Dragon Three, who was focused on driving and didn’t react.

“You’re such a lady, yet you pole dance, truly…”

“Alright, don’t say it. I won’t dance anymore, I learned it from watching TV.”

“Quitting is not an option! You’ve danced in front of so many people; you owe me a private dance at least!” Song Xiaodong insisted.

“Not gonna happen, let’s see how you behave.”

“Alright, I’ll show you when we get back!”

The next night, Song Xiaodong and Sun Yiyi arrived at the nightclub in a different car.

“Hey, hey, hey, aren’t you from yesterday?”

“It’s him, it’s him, go call Brother Wu, we need him to beat this guy up.”

“Brother Qiang, quick, the guy from yesterday is here again, go find Brother Wu!” The Shamate who were still hanging around the internet café spotted a luxury car arriving, and saw Song Xiaodong, Sun Yiyi, and Dragon Three get out.

Song Xiaodong and Sun Yiyi walked inside and sat in the same seats as yesterday.

“Why are you here again? Brother Fei, Brother Chen, and Brother Qiang are all waiting for you!” The barmaid was surprised to see them return.

“It’s no problem, however many come, they’re all here to be beaten.” Song Xiaodong held Sun Yiyi close as they sat by the bar.

“It’s different this time! I heard Brother Chen’s called in some really tough guys; be careful.”

Chapter 1845: Play along with you

“No problem.”

As Song Xiaodong entered, several people in the dance floor quickly recognized him and instinctively moved aside, leaving the dance floor and bar area clear. Only a few in the center of the dance floor kept nodding their heads, unaware.

Song Xiaodong and Sun Yiyi were simply drinking water as Dragon Three watchfully scanned around.

After a while, yesterday’s bald guy, with bandages wrapped around his head, led a group of bandaged individuals down.

“You dare come back? Brother Chen’s got people looking to deal with you, and you still dared to walk in!” The bald guy recalled Song Xiaodong’s tactics from yesterday, fearing him and speaking without much confidence.

From outside, a yelling echoed.

“Brother Wu, that kid is right here!” Song Xiaodong turned to see Brother Qiang, who first provoked Sun Yiyi the day before, enter with a group, driving the dancers aside and telling the DJ to stop the music.

“Is it you who beat my brothers yesterday?” Brother Wu asked, sporting a buzz cut and covered in colorful tattoos, standing next to Brother Qiang.

“Start fighting,” Song Xiaodong instructed Dragon Three.

Dragon Three didn’t say a word, immediately delivering a flying kick, his thick-soled shoe connecting with Brother Wu’s face, sending saliva flying afar as Wu tilted and fell, sliding away on the ground.

After felling Brother Wu, Dragon Three performed a difficult aerial spin, striking another person with his other foot, sending three or four people flying. He then leaped, slamming full force into the chest of the one greeting him, knocking down several others. As he moved backwards in the air, he whipped out a retractable baton from his sleeve, slashing across someone’s face, leaving a red mark.

Using the recoil from the attack, Dragon Three turned stylishly, resuming his combat stance.

The crowd had started wielding various bludgeons, mostly sticks. After all, it was a brawl, no one intended to kill.

“What are you waiting for? Get on with it!” Brother Wu commanded the remaining people while clutching his swollen cheek.

The crowd, wielding their sticks, rushed forward, but Dragon Three nimbly evaded like a snake, dodging each strike amidst the downpour of blows.

After avoiding the initial barrage, Dragon Three counterattacked, grabbing someone’s cudgel, aimed a kick at their knee, eliciting a pained scream—the kick warranted a 100-day hospital stay. Dragon Three then swung his baton fiercely, accurately hitting someone’s head, and soon, over twenty people lay writhing, clutching their heads.

Dragon Three seized Brother Wu by the collar, dragging him before Song Xiaodong.

“Do you have a boss?” Song Xiaodong asked Brother Wu.

Blood still dripped from Brother Wu’s mouth, his cheek swollen from Dragon Three’s kick.