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The members of the Black Dragon Society's Red T-Shirts finally began to take action, swarming around Xin Yi and Lu Hanmeng. Lu Hanmeng's grip on her gun was slick with sweat, but she dared not fire recklessly, knowing that a bloody battle was inevitable.
The Red-clad Uncle did not join the throng of Red T-Shirts; instead, he stood leisurely outside the circle, playing with the two Browning pistols he had just drawn. As the Red T-Shirts drew closer, Xin Yi looked up and suddenly said to Lu Hanmeng, "Get in the car! Drive in circles, and if anyone tries to stop you, just run them over! Or shoot; just hold out for two minutes!"
Lu Hanmeng was taken aback. "Why? What about you?"
"Hehe, as for me," Xin Yi replied with a slight smile, "I’ll naturally capture the leader first. Hurry up and get in!"
"Then... be careful!" Lu Hanmeng said, quickly opening the car door and jumping into the driver's seat. She started the car, causing the approaching Red T-Shirts to halt in their tracks, standing ten meters away and watching her vehicle. At that moment, they were also afraid; a person couldn't collide with a car. If that girl drove straight into the crowd, it would be like a massacre. So everyone stood still, observing the car's movements, ready to flee at any moment.
Just as the Red T-Shirts were distracted, Xin Yi suddenly elongated his form and charged towards them like a ghost. The Red T-Shirts saw a dark shadow rapidly approaching and hurriedly swung their blades at him. However, their strike was destined to miss. When Xin Yi was still two meters away from the crowd, he pushed off the ground with his toes and soared two meters high, leaping over the heads of the Red T-Shirts. With so many of them around, Xin Yi landed on their heads or shoulders without hesitation, using them as stepping stones to escape the encirclement.
The Red-clad Uncle was confidently playing with his Browning while waiting for results when he suddenly heard gasps from the crowd. He looked up and thought to himself, "Is that guy even human? How can he do that? Is he using wires? How can he fly over people's heads? This... this doesn't conform to today's historical conditions or game rules; we're not dressed in ancient costumes. What is this sudden display of lightness?"
The Red-clad Uncle wasn't new to this life; upon seeing Xin Yi leap out of the crowd, he understood that this was definitely aimed at him—the thief king present. But what did he have to fear? Even if you could fly around like that, what difference would it make? The Browning in his hand was far more powerful than Xiao Li's flying daggers. No matter how high you flew, I could still shoot you down!
Xin Yi certainly knew about the power of bullets. As he quickly closed in on the Red-clad Uncle in a straight line, he had already drawn two flying daggers and focused intently on his shoulders. The Red-clad Uncle moved his right shoulder slightly; before he could level his gun, Xin Yi had already thrown one of his daggers. With a "thud," the blade sank deep into the Red-clad Uncle's right wrist.
Since the Red-clad Uncle held a small leadership role within the Black Dragon Society, he naturally possessed some exceptional qualities—one of which was his ability to endure pain. This particular skill had been honed over decades of a life filled with blades and violence. You can't underestimate this skill; during a fight where both sides have been wounded equally but one side is writhing in pain while you can endure it, you've already won. Sometimes all it takes is a little distraction—perhaps even just a fart—to completely demoralize your opponent.
At this moment, despite having been hit by Xin Yi's dagger in his right wrist, most people would be crying out in agony; however, he merely frowned slightly before raising his Browning with his left hand and aiming it at Xin Yi.
Xin Yi was also startled into a cold sweat. According to his plan, if he shot at the hand that was about to fire first, it would cause pain and eliminate danger from the other hand simultaneously. However, he hadn't expected this Red-clad Uncle to be so resilient; even with his right wrist pierced by a dagger, he remained calm enough to shoot with his left hand without missing a beat!
Fortunately, Classmate Xin Yi's agility and reflexes were quite sharp. As soon as he saw Red-clad Uncle's left shoulder move, he quickly circled to his right. The bullet even grazed his right arm as it flew past. At this point, the distance between the two was barely five or six meters. Red-clad Uncle swiftly adjusted his shooting angle, but Xin Yi would not give him another chance. He leaped into the air and landed behind him, simultaneously pressing the flying knife against the middle-aged man's carotid artery.
"You! You almost hit me just now, do you know that? I've never seen someone like you who isn't afraid of pain!" Xin Yi angrily pinched Red-clad Uncle's chubby ear with his other hand and twisted it hard, saying fiercely, "I'll make you fear pain; I'll make you fear pain..."
Red-clad Uncle was on the verge of tears, not because of the pain—though it did hurt a lot—but because this person was acting so irrationally. According to the usual storyline, when a good person takes a bad guy's boss hostage, they typically say: "Tell your people to drop their weapons! Otherwise, I'll take your life with one knife!" That would make sense logically. But this person was different; he was pinching his ear! Damn it, is this his first time doing this kind of business? Even if he's inexperienced, he should have seen it on TV; isn't that how it's portrayed?
"Stop! Damn it! ...Could you please stop?" Red-clad Uncle finally couldn't hold back anymore. He could endure the pain, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. His ears were attached to his own body; how could he not feel pain?
The Red T-Shirts who were about to surround them heard their boss say this and immediately halted their movements, thinking that Red-clad Uncle was telling them to stop.
"Wait a minute!" Xin Yi replied shamelessly, "I'll pinch for a bit longer! You almost shot me; what's wrong with me pinching your ear for a while? Once I calm down from this anger, I'll naturally let go."
Red-clad Uncle wanted to cry. Didn't I miss hitting you? Besides, it seems like you're doing more than just pinching my ear! What about the flying knife stuck in my wrist? And there's one pressed against my neck too. This person is too unreasonable; can't you at least show some professional ethics while being a rogue? This isn't right.
At that moment, the sound of car engines came from around the bend of the small road. Three medium-sized Iveco vans sped around the corner. Before the vehicles even came to a stop, dozens of men dressed in black clothes and masks jumped out one after another, each wielding a large brick knife. Without saying a word, they pounced like wolves onto the group of Red T-Shirts holding blades.
After Qin Dali, Big Bull, and Topology got out of the car, they quickly ran over to Xin Yi's side. Qin Dali asked, "Brother Xin, what's going on?" Big Bull skillfully took Red-clad Uncle from Xin Yi's hands, snatched the Browning from him without hesitation and tucked it into his waistband. Then he lifted Red-clad Uncle upside down by his collar and suspended him in mid-air. This was Big Bull's signature move—leaving him dangling without any chance to think up any schemes; he could only enjoy swinging back and forth in humiliation. Finally having some time to rub his reddened ear that Xin Yi had pinched so hard, Red-clad Uncle felt utterly humiliated! Being treated like this as a rogue left him wanting to cry without tears!
Xin Yi took out his phone to check the time and replied to Qin Dali, "You have ten minutes. After having your fun, retreat immediately; the Criminal Police Team should be arriving soon."
"Got it!" Qin Dali replied happily and then turned to shout at the Brothers of Beng Hu Camp: "Brothers! We only have ten minutes! Time is tight and our mission is heavy; let's get to work! If you haven't had enough fun later, don't come crying to me. Now, let's go!"
The Red T-Shirts of Black Dragon Society were already terrified by this group of black-clad men. Damn! This momentum looks like real gangsters—dressed all in black from head to toe. Aren't gangsters supposed to be dark? Now our big Red T-Shirts look somewhat out of place—not like gangsters but more like a circus troupe. This realization drained all confidence from Black Dragon Society's Red T-Shirts; they felt like Li Gui encountering Li Kui—losing on momentum alone. How could they possibly fight now? They might as well hurry home and wash up for bed.
Military Morale has been activated, and their defeat is inevitable. At this moment, they happened to see the black-clad individuals smiling as they watched them, their gazes akin to hungry tigers eyeing lambs or lecherous men staring at naked women. The Red T-Shirt group felt a wave of panic; some with weaker mental fortitude didn't dare to fight back and turned to flee. This sense of retreat quickly spread among the Red T-Shirt members. Who couldn't run? If it came to escaping, no one could do it better than him; he often did this kind of work and had experience in fleeing. If you can run, why can't I? Suddenly, the Red T-Shirt camp was thrown into chaos as everyone scrambled to escape. However, they overlooked one fact: the terrain had already determined that there was no way out for them. The only exit was the direction they had come from, but that path was currently guarded by the ravenous black-clad individuals.
The Beng Hu Camp's Brothers received permission and immediately erupted in cheers. In this day and age, fighting had become a rare luxury that few could indulge in; probably only Beng Hu Camp could reach such a level. Watching the excited expressions of those who had finally achieved their long-desired wish, Xin Yi thought: It seems I need to find more Gangster types for the Brothers to spar with from time to time; otherwise, they might just get pent up and sick.
The Black Dragon Society's Red T-Shirt members finally understood what it meant to be tormented. Being tormented meant getting knocked down by someone in just a few moves, only for them to squat down and ask with concern, "Brother, can you still hold on? If you can, get up; this time I'll go easy on you... What? Can't do it anymore? Damn! I said with skills like yours, what are you even doing trying to be a Gangster? Now I'm stuck here not knowing what to do! Forget it; I'm going to find someone else to play with!" Then after taking a few steps away, he turned back and said, "I mean it; if you recover later, don’t go hitting anyone else. Save it for me; I'll be back soon! To keep hitting you!"
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