Chapter 39: The Battle Ends

The battle ahead was going poorly, and their home base had been raided from behind.

Shen Deng panicked at this.

He did want to leave the underworld, but that was after making enough money and emigrating—not being driven out.

With his turf gone, how was he supposed to make money?

Before Shen Deng could pull men back to reinforce, Da Fei led people charging out from the alley and immediately started attacking Hongle's men.

The already precarious situation instantly collapsed.

"Retreat, retreat now!"

Before Shen Deng could speak, Fei Hong beside him gave the retreat order first.

He had only brought a hundred men here, and even when the battle was at a stalemate, he had already wanted to pull back.

When Shen Deng's underling came to report just now, he had heard it just as clearly.

He already realized they wouldn't be able to take Sneaker Street tonight.

Since that was the case, why not leave quickly?

Every underling killed or wounded cost money.

Leave a bit earlier, one fewer person injured, a bit less money spent.

Fei Hong's underlings heard their boss's voice and immediately turned and ran.

This triggered a chain reaction, and Shen Deng's men also scattered in flight.

Shen Deng watched his men collapse and saw a large group of Chen Mo's underlings charging over; knowing there was no way to turn the tide, he could only turn and flee.

"Keep chasing, plant our flag on Sai Yee Street!"

Gao Jin shouted loudly, leading his underlings to continue chasing toward Sai Yee Street.

On the other side, Nüren Jie.

As soon as the two sides started fighting, Chen Mo charged to the very front wielding a tang sword, directly hacking down over a dozen underlings blocking his path, and slashed toward Shijiu and Kuangren Hui.

Although Shijiu was a Red Pole of Chang Yi, he was tough on the outside but soft on the inside; seeing Chen Mo charging over, he unconsciously slowed his forward pace.

Beside him, Kuangren Hui was a completely brainless idiot; seeing Chen Mo coming, he charged even faster.

So what if he's the Fist Demon—I want to test just how good he is at fighting.

Then, Kuangren Hui rushed in front of Chen Mo and raised his blade to strike.

And then, with one slash from Chen Mo, Kuangren Hui was cleaved in two along with his blade.

Blood sprayed all over Chen Mo.

His originally white suit was dyed red.

Seeing this scene, Shijiu was completely dumbfounded.

He was at about the same level as Kuangren Hui; if Kuangren Hui was finished with one slash, he wouldn't survive a second either.

"Charge, all of you charge, hack Chen Mo to death!"

Shijiu shouted for his underlings to charge forward while backing away.

Chen Mo didn't continue pursuing either.

He scanned the surroundings and found that quite a few underlings were already severely wounded.

The huge disparity in numbers put enormous pressure on Chen Mo's underlings.

Those underlings charging at the very front were each fighting three or four opponents.

Chen Mo charged toward the junction where the two sides met, his tang dao slashing continuously, relieving the pressure on his underlings.

After hacking for a while, Chen Mo felt the efficiency was still a bit slow.

He simply plunged the tang dao into the ground and reached out to grab two Chang Yi underlings.

Chen Mo gripped each one by the ankle, wielding them as human weapons, swinging them constantly.

With Chen Mo's current strength, swinging a person of over a hundred jin with one hand didn't feel heavy at all; instead, it better channeled Chen Mo's power.

Anyone touched by the human weapons in Chen Mo's hands suffered torn tendons and broken bones, falling severely wounded.

At this moment, Chen Mo was simply a human beast.

Chen Mo alone held a defensive line of over three meters, greatly relieving the pressure on his underlings.

But one person's strength was ultimately limited, and the situation remained highly unfavorable.

The gap of several hundred men was like a massive chasm, not so easily erased.

Chen Mo's underlings were constantly being hacked down by multiple attackers ganging up on them.

"Hurry up! Support Mo Ge!"

Figures appeared one after another at the end of Nüren Jie.

Feizai Hui, one of Thirteen Sister's underlings, arrived with over a hundred men.

Chen Mo had sharp ears; hearing Feizai Hui's voice behind him, he immediately shouted, "Brothers, our reinforcements are here—hack this bunch of punks to death!".

Hearing Chen Mo's voice, the underlings who had been on the verge of despair were filled with fighting spirit once more, and the cleavers in their hands became powerful again.

It was already late at night, and Shijiu couldn't see clearly how many people had arrived behind him; it just looked like a dark mass.

Thinking that Great Prosperity had brought a lot of people, he panicked and immediately shouted at his underlings.

"Retreat, retreat now!"

After shouting, Shijiu didn't care what happened to the brothers behind him and took off running toward Dianqi Jie.

The underlings of Chang Yi and Chang Le had already been thoroughly frightened by Chen Mo, and they had never been able to break through Chen Mo's other underlings; they had long since lost the will to fight.

Hearing that Great Prosperity's reinforcements had arrived and their boss was calling for retreat, they no longer cared about fighting and turned to flee.

Chen Mo flung the two men in his hands forward, pulled the tang dao from the ground, and shouted, "Chase them—beat this bunch of punks out of Nüren Jie!"

Feizai Hui, who had rushed over, quickly merged his men with Chen Mo's underlings and gave chase ahead.

Chang Yi and Chang Le's little brothers panicked even more this time, each running as fast as they could, afraid of being caught up.

However, less than half a minute later, everyone caught up to Dianqi Jie.

Chen Mo stood before the crowd, knife in hand, blocking the little brothers behind him, and did not continue the pursuit.

Feizai Hui came up to Chen Mo and asked, "Brother Mo, why not keep fighting? Now the little brothers are so fierce, we could even take Mi Dun Dao!".

Chen Mo shook his head: "Forget it, the little brothers have suffered too great a loss; there will be plenty of opportunities later."

"Go back and clean up; the wounded go to the hospital."

Upon hearing Chen Mo's order, the little brothers under him each turned back unwillingly.

Those who rescue, rescue; those who clean up, clean up.

Feizai Hui then led people to guard Nüren Jie, lest they be counterattacked.

After all, the hundred little brothers Chen Mo led have already suffered considerable losses.

However, not long after, Gao Jin returned with over a hundred little brothers.

Sneaker Street and Laundry Street are guarded by the people brought by Da Fei and the remaining little brothers, so there will be no problems.

Chen Mo did not go forward to plant a flag, not because he didn't want to.

He merely considered that the three-person team of Thirteen Sister and the others already had enough strength.

After tonight, he will have three streets in Wang Jiao.

Such strength is already considered relatively strong in Wang Jiao.

If Chen Mo were to also take Dianqi Jie and Mi Dun Dao, it would surely provoke Jiang Tiansheng's wariness.

If that caused Jiang Tiansheng to abandon Jingkun and turn to deal with them, they would surely suffer.

Dianqi Jie and the nearby Mi Dun Dao are not exactly prime commercial streets.

Although Dianqi Jie has many shops and can collect considerable protection fees, it is not suitable for developing the entertainment business.

Bars and nightclubs combined are few in number.

Such two streets are not worth Chen Mo taking the risk now.

Moreover, he does not want to push Hongle and their little alliance into a dead end all at once.

If they were driven to desperation and fought back desperately, Chen Mo would also suffer greatly.

The next day, in Chen Mo's office, Chen Mo summoned Gao Jin and others for a meeting.

"A Jin, how were the brothers' casualties last night?"

"Over twenty dead, dozens more incapacitated, and over a hundred lightly injured."

Gao Jin said in a deep voice.

Chen Mo let out a long sigh.

Last night, the main reason was that he brought too few people, resulting in relatively heavy casualties.

"For the dead and injured brothers, first distribute the settlement funds today; you personally oversee it to ensure it's delivered properly."

"In a few days, once our business is up and running, do your best to arrange a livelihood for their families."

"All right, Mo Ge, I understand." Gao Jin nodded.