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Chapter 129: This is What They Call a Gang
At the Beilan County West District Bus Station, the bustling atmosphere of the day faded into silence as night fell. The ticket hall's doors were locked, and the nearby eateries and inns still glowed with dim lights, while a few taxis lingered by the roadside, waiting for passengers.
The motorcycle team led by Zhang Qiu shattered the tranquility of the bus station, their bright headlights illuminating the central area. As Zhang Qiu and his companions dismounted, Yang Yu's crew parked their motorcycles in a row, removing their helmets and retrieving sections of iron pipes from bags strapped to the back of their bikes.
Zhang Qiu took an iron pipe and smiled, "It's those guys again; they came well-prepared."
"Of course," Yang Yu replied, looking satisfied at the iron pipes brought by his men. "After our experience in the battle at Gucheng, we know these pipes are much more effective than baseball bats and are easy to carry. They've become our standard gear now."
"Impressive, impressive, impressive," Zhang Qiu exclaimed three times in admiration, realizing that even students involved in gangs were starting to equip themselves with proper weapons.
One of Yang Yu's subordinates grabbed a bag from his motorcycle, letting it drop heavily to the ground, clearly weighing a lot. Zhang Qiu asked Yang Yu, "What's this?"
Yang Yu smiled mysteriously and said, "More iron pipes; we need one for everyone."
As soon as Yang Yu finished speaking, the subordinate unzipped the black zipper on the bag, revealing long steel pipes that glinted coldly in the moonlight, looking extremely menacing.
Zhang Qiu was astonished. "Where did you get so many?"
"From a hardware store; they cut them to size for us—half a meter each," Yang Yu said as he tossed one to Zhang Qiu. "Give it a try; it's not bad."
Zhang Qiu swung the steel pipe a few times, feeling the rush of wind it created. It felt comfortable to wield but was slightly slippery where he held it. He suggested, "Later, have the Brothers wrap some tape around the grip; that way it won't slip out of our hands."
"Got it; I'll make a note of that," Yang Yu replied with a smile.
Zhang Qiu and Yang Yu were discussing steel pipes with great interest, but Zhao Pingchuan felt increasingly uneasy. He hurried over to Zhang Qiu and said, "Brother Qiu, something feels off."
"What’s wrong?" Zhang Qiu turned to Zhao Pingchuan.
Zhao Pingchuan pointed around and said, "It's too quiet here. Look at those taxis; their lights are off, and there isn’t a single person nearby. Didn’t the Stone Dagger Gang agree to meet us here? It’s past the appointed time, where is everyone?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Qiu also sensed that something was amiss. Since the Stone Dagger Gang had arranged to meet them, and the agreed time had passed, where could they be? Zhang Qiu had been to this bus station at night before, and it had never been this quiet.
Zhang Qiu caught a whiff of danger in the air and quickly raised his voice to warn everyone, "Everyone stay alert and watch your surroundings."
As soon as Zhang Qiu finished speaking, several taxis parked nearby suddenly started up and approached from four directions, their headlights glaring down on Zhang Qiu and the others. At the same time, the sound of clapping grew louder as it came closer. Zhang Qiu raised his arm to shield his eyes from the light, blinking rapidly until he saw a group of people walking toward them.
The man at the front looked at Zhang Qiu and the others and laughed, "Wow, what a scene! I was wondering why you all are holding those broken fire sticks. It's not like we came here to fight."
Zhang Qiu did his best to block the light from the taxis but still couldn’t see clearly what was happening across from him; he could only roughly estimate that there were definitely more than a few dozen people on the other side.
The same man who spoke earlier raised his left hand, and instantly the taxis switched to low beams. Only then did Zhang Qiu clearly see the man standing directly opposite him.
This man appeared to be in his forties with a buzz cut and sunken cheeks. He had an ordinary appearance but possessed an exceptionally sharp gaze that seemed to cut through people like a knife. He wore a gray suit that fit him well; he was neither fat nor thin, though his belly was slightly protruding. He wore black leather shoes that made a clattering sound as he walked.
Next to him stood another man dressed in a light brown jacket with long curly hair that looked unkempt. He appeared somewhat disheveled, but a scar under his left eye silently told a story of untold hardships.
Behind the man in the gray suit stood dozens of men, some of whom were dressed only in black t-shirts despite the cold. Most of these men had buzz cuts that glinted with a greenish hue from afar. The scars and tattoos visible on their exposed arms added to their intimidating presence, making it hard for anyone nearby to breathe comfortably.
Zhang Qiu couldn’t help but sigh; names like Liu Xiaolong and Liu Xiaofei were nothing compared to this—this was true organized crime; they were incredibly formidable.
Zhang Qiu recovered from the shock and carefully examined the man in the gray suit, feeling puzzled. Yang Yu couldn’t be, the leader of the Stone Dagger Gang was already over eighty years old, so it definitely wasn’t him. Could it be his son? But that didn’t seem right either; his son must be around sixty, as people in that era married quite young.
Zhang Qiu quietly asked Yang Yu, who was standing beside him, “Do you know who this man in the suit is?”
Yang Yu looked at the man in the gray suit and replied softly, “I don’t know. Brother Qiu, could he be Scorpion? Just look at that fierce gaze.”
Zhang Qiu thought it might be true, but the age didn’t match. “Alright.” Zhang Qiu looked across and decided to take the initiative since the other party wasn’t speaking. He raised his voice and asked, “Hey, leader over there, what’s your name?”
Before the man in the gray suit could respond, one of his subordinates stepped forward and pointed at Zhang Qiu, saying, “What the hell are you? How dare you talk to Brother Leopard like that?”
Yang Yu shot a glare at the thug and retorted, “What the hell are you? How dare you talk to Brother Qiu like that!”
Zhang Qiu couldn’t help but laugh at Yang Yu’s sudden outburst. The people across didn’t find it funny at all; a few high school kids who hadn’t even fully grown up dared to act so cocky. Suddenly, several burly men stepped forward, cracking their knuckles as they approached Zhang Qiu and Yang Yu.
Zhang Qiu watched as they drew closer and couldn’t help but tighten his grip on the steel pipe in his hand. At that moment, he was glad he had been prepared; facing so many genuine gangsters without anything in hand would have been intimidating.
As the burly men approached, Yang Yu brought along Brothers and Gao Zhi, Zhao Pingchuan included, who all rushed forward to protect Zhang Qiu and Yang Yu tightly in the center. Each of them held a steel pipe angled toward the approaching thugs.
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