Brother Xu’s full name is Ding Xu. He had always operated in Southeast Asia and was hired with a hefty sum to specifically handle affairs here.
Arriving in such a dilapidated small county town, Ding Xu felt extremely dejected.
He, a man of standing in Southeast Asia, had to come to such a remote place. If not for the money, Ding Xu would have turned around and left the moment he arrived.
In his opinion, what formidable figures were there in this forsaken place to warrant Han Shifei spending a million yuan to bring his team over?
However, out of professional ethics, and most importantly, for the money, Ding Xu and his team stayed, beginning to gather all information pertaining to Qin Chuan.
After a period of investigation, Ding Xu gradually obtained some intelligence and then began to lay his trap.
He did not rashly lead his men to storm Qin Chuan’s stronghold. This was a cautious habit cultivated from years of operating in dangerous places like Southeast Asia. Had he not been cautious there, he would have died countless times over.
Using Crow as bait, Ding Xu simply set a trap, luring Qin Chuan’s people to come to him.
The effect was very noticeable. The people here were truly too foolish; they fell for it with ease.
Without much effort, Ding Xu easily apprehended two of Qin Chuan’s key figures mentioned in the information. Then, using these two as leverage, he issued another invitation, drawing the more significant Zheng Chengdao into his snare.
He intended to dismantle Qin Chuan’s forces step by step, rendering him a solitary figure. Only by doing so could he demonstrate his methods and capabilities.
At that point, he wouldn’t even need to take further action; Han Shifei would excitedly and frenziedly handle everything.
“Our guests have arrived. Brothers, clear the way and invite our esteemed guests in!”
Ding Xu sneered and shouted.
The men surrounding the area immediately opened a path.
When a group of people alighted from their vehicles and strode in, they saw a pathway lined with a dense crowd of burly men.
These men, each with an undisguised excitement and eagerness on their faces, were like starved wolves spotting a litter of lambs, licking their lips and salivating.
Leading the group from the cars were Qin Yang and Zheng Chengdao. Qin Chuan remained in the car, observing everything from afar with cold eyes.
Facing the pack of men surrounding them like wolves, Qin Yang and Zheng Chengdao’s expressions were as calm as still water. Behind them, a throng of brothers followed closely.
As the two walked into the passageway, the brothers behind them were immediately stopped.
“What are you doing?”
“You looking for a fight?”
“Come on! Come on! I can take on three of you!”
“I’ll fight ten of you alone, you trash!”
Being blocked, the brothers following behind immediately became displeased, roaring loudly. Some had already gripped their weapons, ready for combat at any moment.
Qin Yang and Zheng Chengdao halted, glanced back, and said coldly, “What is the meaning of this? You want to split us up and defeat us one by one?”
“Haha!”
As soon as Zheng Chengdao’s voice fell, a burst of laughter erupted.
A man emerged from the crowd. He was around forty years old, with a face as fair as jade and a slender build, exuding an air of sophistication. He was clearly someone of wealth and influence.
“Han Shihong!”
Qin Yang and Zheng Chengdao recognized the man. He was Han Shifei’s younger brother, Han Shihong, a formidable figure throughout Yongnan County.
“Zheng Chengdao, Qin Yang, you actually have the guts to come here. I thought you’d be so scared your pants would be soaked and you wouldn’t dare show up?”
Han Shihong taunted.
“Do you think mere nobodies like you can scare us? Ridiculous!”
Zheng Chengdao’s face was like iron, and he delivered a sharp retort.
“Where are my brothers?”
Just as Han Shihong was about to speak, the crowd suddenly stirred, parting to create a wide path.
From there, two men in black emerged, each carrying a bloodied figure with one hand and striding forward.
Qin Yang and Zheng Chengdao, who had maintained calm expressions, finally changed when they saw the faces of the bloodied figures.
“Dao… Brother Dao!”
“Yang… Brother!”
With their hands bound and completely incapacitated, Bai Xiaoguang and Yao Dong let out weak sounds.
They had actually heard Zheng Chengdao and Qin Yang arrive long ago but had been controlled and unable to meet.
Seeing the two now, they, who had not yielded despite severe punishment, suddenly had red eyes, looking like bullied children who had found their parents.
“You bastards are asking for death!!!”
Zheng Chengdao, who always maintained composure and calmness, was rarely enraged.
At the same time, Qin Yang clenched his fists, and a hint of ferocity surged across his honest, simple face.
The surrounding people only saw blurs flash past their eyes, accompanied by sharp gusts of wind, followed by a warning cry.
“Watch out!!”
The black-clad man holding Yao Dong was the first to change color. Zheng Chengdao, who had been several meters away, had suddenly appeared before him, emitting a potent killing aura, his eyes bloodshot.
This killing aura was not unfamiliar to him; it only belonged to those who had truly killed, and more than once.
Just as the black-clad man was about to react, he felt an arm being firmly grasped, the strength so immense he felt his bones might crack.
Instinctively, he released his grip on Yao Dong. If he didn’t let go and counterattack, his arm would break.
As the black-clad man loosened his grip and prepared to retaliate, another gust of wind arose, and a powerful punch slammed towards his forehead.
The black-clad man reacted swiftly. After all, he had operated in Southeast Asia, living a life on the edge, and possessed considerable skill.
In a moment of crisis, he raised his arm to block.
*Bang!!!*
The sound of flesh and bone colliding echoed from the scene. The black-clad man grimaced, staggering backward, his face contorted in pain.
He felt as though he had been hit not by a fist, but by a hammer.
Seeing the black-clad man retreat, Zheng Chengdao did not press his attack further. Instead, he quickly crouched down to help the fallen Yao Dong.
During this time, Qin Yang had also charged towards the other black-clad man, and the two engaged in a fierce fight.
Qin Yang’s imposing physique, nearly one meter ninety tall, was like a small mountain, and his strength was astonishing.
After only a few exchanges, his opponent was forced to retreat repeatedly, finally being knocked back several meters by a punch from Qin Yang, his face filled with panic.
Like Zheng Chengdao, Qin Yang, seeing that he had forced the black-clad man back, did not continue his assault. He then crouched down to check on Bai Xiaoguang.
“Brother Yang, watch out!!”
But at that moment, Bai Xiaoguang, lying on the ground, suddenly changed expression, his pupils constricting.
A tall figure suddenly charged out from the crowd behind them, his face a mask of boundless ferocity, delivering a heavy whip kick to Qin Yang’s back!