Chapter 165: Ji Ge Blocks the Bullet

"Bang!"

Tossing the Dongxing punk in his hand to the side, Dumu said with a gloomy face, "I was wondering who was opening a Bar here; turns out it's you, Wuya?

Do you know whose territory this is, do you know who Lockhart Road belongs to!"

Xiaomianhu laughed, "Dumu, is your name carved into Lockhart Road? The doors are open to the sky; is there a rule that we Dongxing can't do business here?"

Ji Ge hurriedly stepped forward to play the peacemaker, arriving in the middle of the scene and saying, "Everyone, let's sit down and talk about this."

Seeing Ji Ge step forward to speak for Dongxing, Dumu immediately reacted, "Ji Ge, you're in on this too?"

Ji Ge laughed dryly, "Just a little bit."

"Ji Ge, let me speak." Xiaomianhu walked forward, determined and stubborn, "I am the major shareholder of the Bar. So what if we Dongxing have come here to plant our flag?"

Dumu looked at Xiaomianhu, "If you've got guts, say that again."

Xiashanhu Wuya pushed the crowd aside and said, "Dumu! Do you think you're the biggest thing here? I, Wuya, just don't put you in my eyes!"

Dumu patted Wuya's chest while stepping forward, "Fine, Wuya! Today I'll teach you a lesson. Either get out of Lockhart Road right now, or I'll help you close your doors!"

"If you don't want to close your doors, that's fine too!"

"I, Dumu, am giving Dongxing face. Every gang making money on our Hongxing territory must give Hongxing a fifty percent cut!"

"After the Bar is renovated, we will send people over every month to audit the accounts!"

"Can you do that or not?"

"If you can't, get out of here right now!"

After Dumu finished speaking, he took a puff of his Cigar, his arrogant aura bursting forth.

Facing the aggressive Dumu, Ji Ge felt a bit unhappy, "Dumu, it's just business, no need to be so excessive, right?"

"Ji Ge, why are you still being so foolish?" Dumu pointed at the sign above, "This Bar is called Dongman—the 'Dong' from Dongxing! You've been played, and you still don't understand? They, Dongxing, have crossed the line!"

"Dumu, do you still have me, Baji, in your eyes! If you want to give face, then stop making a scene!"

Dumu scolded Ji Ge, "Ji Ge, I only held back today for your sake, damn you!"

After being scolded by Dumu, Ji Ge stopped talking; after all, when it came to power in Hongxing, he was far inferior to Dumu.

Seeing Ji Ge fall silent, Dumu rolled up his sleeves and walked in front of Wuya, "Wuya! Well? Have you thought it through!"

"We in Hongxing don't have much, but we rely on three things: being ruthless, loyalty, and having many brothers!"

"Screw your mother, others might be afraid, but I, Xiashanhu, am not! If you've got the ability, let's have a one-on-one!"

As Dongxing's rising star, Wuya did not fear Dumu.

Clearly, as a black-market boxing champion, Wuya had absolute confidence in his own strength.

In his view, although Dumu occupied an absolute advantage in strength, his endurance was far inferior to his own.

As long as he relied on his agile footwork to seize a flaw, a single sliding strike would settle it.

"Good!"

"You short-arse!"

"As long as you beat me, Hongxing will allow you to open a Bar here!"

Since Wuya was determined to get beaten, Dumu pulled off his suit jacket and threw it to his fighter; the young demon slaves and the fighter and others cooperated quite well, scattering and forming a semicircle.

The Dongxing punks on the opposite side did the same, as everyone cleared a space for their respective Big Brothers to have their one-on-one.

Ji Ge knew Dumu's strength; Dumu's ferocity was something one couldn't imagine unless they saw it with their own eyes.

"Whoosh!"

Wuya took off his gray T-shirt, revealing his upper body tattooed with a mountain-descending tiger, his arms covered in terrifying scars.

Dongxing's Xiashanhu, the big favorite beside the Big Boss Luotuo, was naturally no simple character.

Tossing his T-shirt to his Majai, Wuya squeezed his fists, making a cracking sound as he walked forward, "If I, Wuya, lose, this Bar will be handed over to you."

"Damn! We in Hongxing don't even look at such a small Bar, you bastard!"

Dumu said this while twisting his thick neck, standing in place with a calm and steady demeanor.

"Don't shout so happily; you'll be kneeling and begging for mercy in a moment."

Wuya tilted his head, looking at Dumu with calm eyes.

Pedestrians on Lockhart Road saw there was a show to watch and gathered around, blocking the entire Lockhart Road until it was impassable.

"Ready?" Dumu said indifferently.

"Come!"

After Wuya spoke, his feet nimbly tapped the ground, and in an instant, he opened up distance from Dumu. His feet were one in front and one behind, shifting positions from time to time as he jumped, but he always faced Dumu, his hands set in a stance.

"Damn!"

Dumu moved with the stride of a dragon and a tiger, slowly closing the distance to Wuya, while Wuya kept a two-meter distance from Dumu, shifting and moving around him as the center.

Seeing this, Dumu had already understood Wuya's routine.

"Is this all the amateur kung fu you have?"

"Let's end this!"

Dumu revealed a contemptuous smile and suddenly accelerated.

"What kind of speed is this!"

Wuya's heart shook violently; he felt a tremor under his feet, the ground heaving as if an earthquake had suddenly occurred!

By the time he regained his focus, Dumu was already within arm's reach, throwing a punch at Wuya—just one punch!

This punch was like a dragon and snake striking together, like a tiger roaring and a dragon singing, the wind exploding like thunder!

"Damn!"

Wuya widened his eyes, hurriedly pulling back his right hand to block!

One force overcomes ten techniques!

Dumu pierced directly through his defensive line!

"Snap!"

A crisp sound rang out.

Wuya was struck by this punch and retreated repeatedly, crashing into Xiaomianhu; his arm hung at a strange angle, clearly broken.

The remaining force had not even dissipated!

It carried Xiaomianhu along, causing him to stumble back several steps before he could steady himself!

"You lost."

Dumu retracted his fist and stood straight.

Everyone wore expressions of disbelief as they looked at Wuya.

"Who else among you Eastern Star, is not convinced?"

Dumu looked calmly and composedly at the group of Eastern Star thugs, his tone chilling: "With just this bit of amateur skill, you dare to come to Lockhart Road to stir up trouble! I think you all had better go home and find your mothers to drink milk."

Clearly, having been summoned to Hong Kong Island for so long, Dumu's ability to roast people had already inherited thirty percent of Dalao Jun's true essence!

"Whew, whew, whew!"

Just at this moment, a whistle suddenly sounded from the side of the street; Senior Inspector Ma Jun of the Wanchai Anti-Triad Unit arrived with a large group of Police Constables, and he squeezed into the crowd shouting: "Show of force and street fighting, huh!"

"Don't you know how to pick a time!"

"What time is it now! You're obstructing traffic!"

"Dumu, what is going on!"

Ji Ge hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Officer, do we look like we're having a show of force or street fighting? It's just a few misunderstandings, it's nothing. Disperse, disperse, everyone don't obstruct traffic!"

Ma Jun's stern gaze swept over the crowd, and seeing that they indeed did not look like they had just been fighting, he shouted sharply: "Then get lost!"

"Brothers, disperse!" As soon as Ji Ge's voice fell.

At this moment, a dark and thin Yuenanzai in the crowd stared at Dumu and strode forward, his hand placed inside the lining of his suit.

The next moment!

He pulled out a pitch-black Five-Four Big Black Star and pulled the Trigger directly.

A cluster of flames kicked out fiercely from the muzzle, and the brass-colored bullet tore through the barrel!

"Bang!"

"Dumu! Dodge!"

Ji Ge's hair stood on end; he threw himself at Dumu to push him, while he himself quickly fell to the other side.

"Pfft!"

That bronze-colored bullet pierced through Ji Ge's arm, spraying a stream of blood that splattered onto the asphalt road.

"Ji Ge!"

Dumu frowned; he had not expected Ji Ge to actually save him, though in truth, even if the bullet had hit him, it would not have been able to hurt him.

Several alert young demon slaves immediately threw themselves onto Ji Ge's body.

(End of this chapter)