Chapter 146 A Person Leaves A Hand Behind (1/2)
“Hmph, did you take a good measure of yourself before thinking of fighting the Qing Gang?” Situ Liren said disdainfully. “You should think carefully whether or not you’ll be able to leave this place tonight.”
After he said this, Situ Liren turned to the other guests in the bar and said, “There are some private matters we have to settle, please leave. Tonight, Situ Liren will foot the bill.”
When those guests heard Situ Liren’s words, they immediately vanished like smoke. There was n.o.body in Shanghai that didn’t know the name Qing Gang. These people had no wish to tread on muddy water, it was not worth getting involved. There were some nosey people who stayed behind earlier to watch all the excitement, but after Situ Liren spoke they didn’t dare stay either.
In a short period of time, all the guests of the bar had left. The bar’s staff also retreated to the back of the bar.
Ye Qian slowly stood up, looked at Wan Chun Hua and said, “You rest first.” Then his gaze swept over Situ Liren and his people that numbered over 20 and smiled coldly, his expression emitting a cold killing intent.
“To death?” Mo Long stood up and asked calmly.
“No need, just make each person lose an arm.” Ye Qian replied casually.
“Okay!” Mo Long replied.
These two were conversing like this, completely not attaching any importance to Situ Liren and his people.
“Give me their death!” Situ Liren took a few steps back then gave the order.
The more than twenty subordinates replied that they understood, then they pulled out a variety of weapons concealed in their bodies. With a unified roar they pounced towards Ye Qian and the others.
Ye Qian took the initiative and made the first move. Both legs took powerful steps and his whole body sailed into the air. Three successive magnificent kicks made the first three people in front flyaway. Mo Long followed closely behind and ruthlessly smashed a fist onto a guy’s nose, then immediately grabbed that guy by the wrist and twisted it with strength, the sound of bone breaking could immediately be heard. That person screamed and then collapsed to the floor, wailing piteously.
Zhao Tie Zhu laughed and patted Wan Chun Hua on the shoulder and said, “Go find a place to lie down, don’t let your head get split open again.” After he said this, Zhao Tie Zhu charged ahead, roaring, his voice like a great bell, his whole body like an arrow that sprung from a bow, both fists smas.h.i.+ng with a loud rumble. Literature has Taiji, the martial world had Baji, one could see that the Eight Extremes Fist (Baji Quan) possessed formidable power. The Open-gate Eight Extremes Fist had the shocking power of the mountain, movement like a taut bow, strikes like a thunderclap.
Wan Chun Hua gave Zhao Tie Zhu an angry look and grabbed a machete that had fallen to the ground and joined the fray. Although he didn’t have skill like Ye Qian, Mo Long or Zhao Tie Zhu, he still had the spirit of a brave man that would risk his life. Moreover, whether intentionally or otherwise, whenever Wan Chun Hua got in any danger, Zhao Tie Zhu would dispatch that enemy for him. So Wan Chun Hua was able to look like a budding talent, wherever he went, n.o.body could stop him.
Mo Long followed Ye Qian’s instructions very stringently. Anybody who came across him would have their left arm twisted broken. Ye Qian was also the same, everywhere he went was left with wailing cries and the successive sounds of breaking bone.
Seeing his more than twenty little brothers being defeated one by one, Situ Liren started to feel afraid. He couldn’t help a shudder that went through his body, and he unconsciously retreated back.