Chapter 48: The Real Black Society

  At 1 am, Beijing Road No. ** KTV Plaza, Lao Bian's entrance hall.

  The hall was silent, all the facilities inside were removed, and it looked empty. The gate was open, I sat in front of it, Chen Kun, Cao Wei, Lao Bian and Mad Dog sat beside me, while behind us stood all the subordinates of Lao Bian and Mad Dog, holding machetes over a foot long, an atmosphere of killing filled the air.

  "The mad dog's face was full of anxiety, wondering if they could come today." "I smiled slightly, they will definitely come, don't worry."

  As soon as I finished speaking, I felt a killing aura, my eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light in my eyes flashed by. The people in the hall felt the change in me, they knew that our enemy was about to arrive.

  After a while, the distant rumble of an engine grew louder and soon reached the entrance. A screeching sound of brakes was followed by the thud...thud...thud of doors closing.

  Four or five hundred people walked in from outside the door, led by a man in his fifties, tall and strong, with piercing eyes and a murderous aura. Beside him was a man of about thirty years old, probably around 1.7 meters tall, but weighing nearly 300 kilograms. He swayed as he walked, as if walking sideways. Although I had never seen who he was, at first glance, I knew he was Fei Xie.

  Seeing them all come in, I turned my head and asked: Are the cars ready?

  Lao Bian nodded and said: "Ready." Upon hearing his response, I stood up. I shouted to close the door, and the large gate creaked shut with a loud clang.

  They heard the sound of the door closing and were slightly startled, but only for a moment before they regained their composure.

  The underlings of Fei Xie were in a flurry, and the man in his fifties gave him a cold look. Fei Xie felt the murderous aura in that gaze, and he shivered with fear, a chill running down to his very bones. He hastily waved at his underlings and shouted: "What's there to be afraid of? With so many of us, are we still scared of them?" I watched the two groups' vastly different behavior, and my heart felt a pang of emotion. This was the true difference between the underworld and the mixed gangs.

  "That man in his fifties walked up to us and said, 'My name is Shang Rong. My brother was killed here. Was it you who did it?' I looked at him, my eyes narrowing slightly with mockery. 'I don't know, but a few days ago, I did kill someone, along with his two bodyguards. Not sure if he's your brother or not.'"

  Shang Rong's face twitched with rage when he heard my words. Zhao Tianyuan was indeed telling the truth, you know that I only have this one relative left. My brother and I relied on each other for survival since childhood, and now he's been killed by you.

  I heard what he said and burst out laughing. How ridiculous! If you want to make a name for yourself, you have to be prepared to face death. If you're afraid of dying, then don't bother coming out.

  "I didn't see him having a big emotional reaction, I had to look at him in a different way. Who wouldn't know that the enemy who killed their own brother is right in front of them and not take up a knife to chop? But his reaction was really too calm, calmly to the point of being scary. It seems he's really the kind of person who has been through great storms and crawled out from piles of dead people, he's already seen through life and death. His heart is now filled with hatred, but the habits formed over many years won't let you see any psychological reaction, even more so won't let a single word provoke him."