Chapter 131: Driving Back the Blond A Ji

Deng Fei, the retired overlord of Wo Lian Sheng, still commanded considerable authority.

Seeing Deng Fei angry and having secured some benefits for the other halls, Long Gen and the others could only helplessly make phone calls to the halls under them.

On Mi Dun Dao, Chen Mo had been keeping people stationed there all along, and had also arranged underlings to monitor the movements of the Tian Yang brothers and A Long and A Hu at all times.

Tian Yang Sheng and Tian Yang Yi each led several brothers and two hundred underlings, swiftly seizing control of two streets.

They encountered Dongxing's Golden-Haired Tiger.

However, Golden-Haired Tiger had only brought two to three hundred men, and was easily repelled by Tian Yang Sheng and the others.

Right now, Dongxing was still in a phase where the Gangdao government was deliberately suppressing them, and they simply did not dare to expand their power outside the New Territories. Coming to Jianshazui was just to try their luck.

At two in the morning, the entire Mi Dun Dao was empty. The commercial buildings on both sides had long since gone dark, with only dim streetlamps still glowing.

An underling hurried over to Chen Mo. "Mo Ge, a lot of people are coming up ahead!"

Chen Mo opened his eyes and asked, "Which Triad Society, and who's leading them?"

"It's Wang Bao's faction from the Numbers Gang. The one leading them is a blond guy."

Chen Mo thought to himself — they had come, as expected.

The stretch of Mi Dun Dao running through You Ma Di was now Wang Bao's territory. If he were Wang Bao, he would also push south along Mi Dun Dao.

"Then let's go see what Wang Bao is capable of."

Chen Mo picked up the Tang blade beside him, stood up, and strode forward.

At the intersection of Mi Dun Dao and Austin Road, the two sides were locked in a standoff.

Chen Mo pushed through his underlings and stood at the very front.

On the opposite side, a young blond man who bore some resemblance to Tian Yang Sheng was toying with a short blade — it was A Ji, Wang Bao's capable lieutenant.

Seeing Chen Mo approach, A Ji stopped fiddling with his blade, gripped it tightly, and fixed his eyes on Chen Mo.

"You're Chen Mo?"

Chen Mo's tone was relaxed. "That's me. If I'm not mistaken, you're A Ji, Wang Bao's man, right? Any interest in coming over to work for me?"

"Work for you? You're not worthy." A Ji's voice was full of disdain, but his bearing showed not the slightest relaxation.

As a killer, he could sense a dangerous aura emanating from Chen Mo.

"If you don't want to, then forget it." Chen Mo shrugged. "It's just a pity — tonight, you might not be able to keep your life."

"With just your hundred-plus men?" A Ji gave a cold laugh.

He had brought over five hundred men behind him.

"Don't believe me? You can try!" Chen Mo slowly drew the long blade from his hand, its edge pointing straight at A Ji.

The underlings behind Chen Mo were equally eager, ready for battle.

Tonight, Chen Mo's side had mobilized over seven hundred men. Chen Mo personally led the smallest group, but these underlings were all elite fighters who had undergone military training — a cut above the men A Long, A Hu, and the Tian Yang brothers had brought in terms of quality.

After training by retired soldiers, when this group of underlings stood together and formed ranks, they exuded a faint aura of martial severity.

Compared to the slouching gangsters behind A Ji on the opposite side, they were simply not in the same class.

Chen Mo pointed his blade tip at the opposite side and gave a final warning: "Leave now, while you still can!"

A Ji narrowed his eyes and shouted: "Kill—"

Then he charged straight at Chen Mo.

Seeing A Ji charging over, Chen Mo likewise shouted: "Kill!" and then took the lead, raising his blade and rushing at A Ji.

The underlings on both sides likewise clashed together.

A Ji wielded his short blade with extreme proficiency. After closing in on Chen Mo, he immediately chose close-quarters infighting, every thrust aimed at Chen Mo's vital points.

Chen Mo's Eight Blade-Breaking Techniques were wide and sweeping, ill-suited for this kind of close-quarters grappling, and he was forced into repeated danger by A Ji.

If not for Chen Mo's high attribute points, quick reflexes, and agile body, A Ji might have already slashed his throat.

Even so, a few seconds later, A Ji still managed to slash a gash across Chen Mo's body — though it only tore his clothing, without injuring flesh or skin.

After taking that slash, Chen Mo decided not to hold back anymore.

Through the few exchanges just now, he had roughly gauged A Ji's level.

His speed and strength were about the same as Tian Yang Sheng's, but his blade technique followed a crafty and dangerous path. In a fight to the death, A Ji had a slight edge.

Immediately, Chen Mo's blade technique shifted, becoming more nimble, and he began to handle A Ji's short blade with ease.

Just as Gao Jin's Bagua Palm included a set of Bagua Blade techniques, Chen Mo's Xingyi Fist also contained Xingyi blade techniques.

The Xingyi blade technique likewise emphasized close-quarters combat, using footwork to drive the blade.

Although Chen Mo's Xingyi Fist was only at the initial level of Hidden Power, his blade technique was in no way inferior to A Ji's.

However, Chen Mo's strength was far greater than A Ji's.

With a cannon-strike blade from Chen Mo, the blade body slammed heavily against A Ji's short blade, and the tremendous force contained in the strike forced A Ji to stumble two steps backward.

Chen Mo stepped forward and delivered a downward chop straight at A Ji's head.

If that strike landed, it could cleave him in two.

Facing a blow that descended like Mount Tai pressing down on his head, A Ji's expression filled with terror. He held his short blade horizontally and desperately blocked.

Unfortunately, his strength was far less than Chen Mo's — not just by a little — and he could not withstand Chen Mo's full-power strike at all.

Fortunately, A Ji's block was not entirely useless; it made Chen Mo's blade pause for the briefest instant.

In that instant, A Ji retreated half a step, dodging the lethal edge.

The blade tip slid down past the tip of A Ji's nose. Cold sweat poured down A Ji's forehead, his eyes filled with terror, and he no longer dared to fight Chen Mo — he turned and fled.

Seeing A Ji flee, Chen Mo did not give chase, but instead began cutting down Wang Bao's underlings around him.

With Chen Mo's strength, cutting down these ordinary punks was effortlessly easy.

One slash, one little kid.

Chen Mo's victory greatly boosted his men's morale, and they hacked away with even greater fervor.

These underlings at the training ground weren't just doing simple physical conditioning and learning fighting moves.

To justify the high wages Chen Mo paid them, Shen Guodong and the others had also taught them some simple tactical coordination from the battlefield.

In groups of three, coordinating and covering each other, they could face seven or eight people at once without being at any disadvantage.

Now with a monster like Chen Mo added to the mix, the battle quickly began to turn one-sided.

"Retreat—" A Ji's voice rang out from behind the crowd.

Hearing A Ji's order, the underlings all breathed a sigh of relief, turned and ran, terrified of being caught up to by Chen Mo's men.

But Chen Mo didn't have anyone give chase either.

"Send the injured brothers to the hospital for treatment. The rest of you—half clean up the scene, half keep watch on the perimeter. Tonight's bonus is doubled. Once we take the territory, the bonus doubles again!"

On the rooftop of a building not far away, Wang Bao was holding binoculars, watching Chen Mo's men cheer and celebrate.

A Ji walked behind Wang Bao. "Big Brother, I'm sorry. I was incompetent."

Wang Bao turned and patted A Ji's shoulder. "It's fine. I watched your fight just now. Chen Mo is very strong—I might not be a match for him either."

"Rest up first. There's plenty of territory in Jianshazui—it doesn't have to be these few streets."

They had already seized several streets from the Ni Family in You Ma Di tonight; otherwise, A Ji wouldn't have brought only five hundred men.

As for the territory in Jianshazui, taking it would be best, but it didn't matter if they couldn't—they had already made their profit.

Wang Bao didn't pay much attention to Chen Mo.

So what if his combat power was off the charts? This was the era of guns.

If the police station hadn't notified them tonight that guns were forbidden, he would have sent someone to deal with Chen Mo long ago.

After tonight passed, he'd have plenty of ways to deal with Chen Mo.

Chen Mo returned to his car and quickly changed clothes. His original clothes were covered in blood—wearing them felt sticky and uncomfortably unpleasant.