Chapter 162: Kill Me, and You Won't Get a Penny

Hiss—!

Chen Jie pulled open the backpack he always carried with him.

Immediately after,

he took out two handguns from inside and handed one to the fat man.

At the same time,

Chen Jie took out a dagger from inside the backpack and tied it to his calf.

"There are crossbows outside, and probably guns too!"

"If you don't want to die, hide in a corner of the parking lot."

Chen Jie said in a low voice to the fat man.

Next,

he came out from behind the car, pushed off with his foot, and rushed toward one of the exits of the parking lot.

Whoosh... whoosh...

Just as Chen Jie charged out,

two crossbow bolts whistled toward him.

Hmph—!

Chen Jie fired a shot behind him.

Then he pushed off hard with his foot and leaped onto the roof of a car in two steps.

Raising his head to look around, Chen Jie's gaze suddenly narrowed.

"Damn it... they've gathered this many people all at once?"

Only to see several entrances of the underground parking lot suddenly flooded with over a hundred people.

They all held large cleavers in their hands, looking like trained 'Knife Hands'.

Some had a strip of white cloth tied around their heads, with a red circle on it.

I don't know if they are Nichi Island People or 'Er Gouzi' in disguise.

But judging by their fierce and evil appearance, they are definitely not ordinary people.

Of course,

what surprised Chen Jie the most was that, besides the group at the front holding large cleavers,

half of them were actually holding 'Samurai Swords' in their hands!

If I'm not mistaken, those holding large cleavers are all 'Er Gouzi' hired by the Nichi Island People with money!

And those holding 'Samurai Swords' are the real Nichi Island People.

Chen Jie stood on the car roof, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down.

It seems,

tonight leaving the 'Da Fuhuo Quan Chang' won't be so easy.

A battle is unavoidable.

After exhaling, Chen Jie radiated a battle intent all over his body.

Last time in the alley, after being surrounded and attacked by the 'Big Knife Team', Chen Jie hadn't properly wielded a blade for a long time.

Taking advantage of this opportunity now, he could test it out and see how his blade technique really is.

Fortunately, during this period,

Chen Jie had never stopped training his blade technique.

Whenever he had time, he would train his blade technique.

There was no way around it,

ever since he was blocked in the alley last time, Chen Jie had always lacked a sense of security.

Additionally,

among his martial arts realms, his blade technique realm was the highest, even surpassing his fist technique.

This is also why, inside the backpack he carried with him, besides spare clothing, there was only a dagger and two handguns.

One minute later...

Inside the entire underground parking lot, it was very quiet.

Crack... crack...

I don't know if it was because of worrying about the parking lot's cameras, or for some other reason.

Suddenly,

the originally dim lights inside the parking lot suddenly went out for the most part.

Only a few entrances and exits still had lights; everywhere else fell into darkness.

All at once,

the surroundings fell into deathly silence, so quiet you could hear a needle drop.

The fat man Wang Hou hurriedly hid in a corner of the parking lot, not daring to make a sound.

Soon,

footsteps came from the surroundings.

The fat man shrank his whole body inside the corner, not daring to poke his head out.

He knew these people were all coming for the 'Dragon Head'.

However,

the fat man had now joined the 'Qinglong Society'!

He cannot burden the "Dragon Head".

Swish...!

Chen Jie's figure, like a ghost, quickly vanished into the darkness.

At this moment,

His speed reached the limit, gone in a flash.

"Damn it... where's the person?"

Only a roar of anger was heard coming from the darkness.

This is not the voice of a Japan person.

Very obvious,

The Japan people spent a high price, hiring a batch of "Er Gouzi" to charge into battle.

At this time,

The batch of people walking at the very front, gripping large cleavers, ferociously raised their heads and took one glance at the corner where the fatty was hiding.

Swish...!

Immediately after,

Only to see a leading black-clothed burly man, gripping a cleaver in his hand, reveal his presence from the darkness.

His eyes emitted a fierce light, he turned his head and signaled.

The next moment,

Twenty-odd black-clothed burly men wielding cleavers in the surroundings blocked off the surroundings of the corner.

The fatty hid inside the corner, not daring to breathe a single breath.

Several burly men approached toward the inside of the corner.

Their walking formation was not chaotic in the slightest, very obviously trained elites.

Have to say,

This bunch of "Er Gouzi" take money to handle matters, but their professional quality is high, combat strength not bad!

Of course,

Just looking at these "Er Gouzi"s' formation, for Chen Jie, it is completely not enough to look at.

These "Er Gouzi" compared to the "Big Knife Team" originally encountered in the alley are inferior by quite a lot.

If Chen Jie were to go on a killing spree, believe these "Er Gouzi" would definitely be scared pissless.

What truly makes Chen Jie wary, are the several dozen Japan people following behind the "Er Gouzi".

They grip "Samurai Swords" in their hands, brimming with killing intent.

Very obvious,

This bunch of guys are the true experts, having undergone extremely strict training.

If not for Chen Jie personally encountering them, absolutely hard to imagine, on East China's territory, there are actually hidden so many Japan people.

Looking at their neat formation, absolutely not something a civilian organization can possess in combat strength.

This batch of Japan "Knife Hands", not simple at all, all professionally trained.

A moment later...

This bunch of "Er Gouzi" blocked off the corner where the fatty was hiding.

"Come out! Don't force us to kill!"

The leading burly man, with a face full of arrogance, shouted.

The fatty has always been a person who judges the situation, fundamentally would not make any desperate resistance move.

Joking aside,

He is not some martial arts practitioner, nor has he ever had any heart unafraid of life and death.

Moreover, he knows what should be said, what should not be said.

Since he cannot hide, continuing to resist, isn't that courting death?

So,

Hearing the roars outside, the fatty raised both hands, honestly and obediently came out from inside the corner.

He did not make any move to provoke the other party, but nodded and bowed.

"Dead fatty! I know you're together with 'Qinglong', that kid... where is he?"

"Tonight someone paid a high price to buy his life!"

"If you're sensible, tonight we'll let you off, if you cross us tonight, we'll finish you off!"

The leading black-clothed burly man, using the cleaver in his hand, lightly patted the fatty's face, speaking ferociously.

Next,

He signaled the people beside him, they checked the corner position for a moment, did not discover Chen Jie's tracks.

At once,

The leading burly man was somewhat disappointed, his eyes revealing a thread of ferocity.

Bang!

When seeing the fatty nod and bow, making no sound.

The leading burly man stepped forward two steps, kicked one leg forward.

A sweeping leg heavy strike, viciously kicked the fatty's body side.

A cracking explosive sound transmitted, the fatty was actually kicked over two meters away by one leg.

Thump-thump-thump……

The fatty's originally raised hands instinctively moved down to block.

He hadn't trained in martial arts at all, so how could he possibly block a sweep kick from the black-clad burly man?

Thud……

The fatty was seen being kicked and falling to the ground with one leg.

"Speak! Where did 'Qinglong' run off to? Where is he hiding……?"

The leading black-clad burly man let out a cold snort with a blank expression.

"Ah……"

The power of this sweep kick was very fierce.

The fatty lay on the ground letting out miserable howls from being kicked.

Too painful……!

He felt his arm had been bone-fractured from being kicked by one leg.

You should know,

The fatty, in Southeast Asia, no matter how you put it, also counts as a number one figure who calls wind and rain.

When has he ever suffered such a loss?

"You son of a bitch……!"

This one move ignited the fatty's blood nature.

Originally he was still thinking, if he acted cowardly, was obedient, he wouldn't have to suffer.

But,

This leading black-clad burly man, without asking right or wrong, rushed up and gave one kick, instantly kicking out the fatty's rage.

Actually,

Just now Chen Jie gave the fatty a gun.

But with so many opponents, the fatty hid in the corner and had long since hidden the gun away.

Joking aside,

With so many people surrounding him, once he fired, he'd probably really be doomed beyond redemption.

Bang!

Another black-clad burly man standing at the side stepped forward, facing the fatty lying on the ground, and viciously kicked another foot over.

This kick targeted the fatty's abdomen.

The fatty hadn't trained in martial arts; besides this body of fat, he had no damage resistance.

The black-clad burly man's heavy leg had obviously been trained; this heavy leg, how could the fatty possibly withstand it?

"Cough cough…… cough cough……"

Kicked one foot, the fatty coughed violently.

Fortunately the fat on his body was not little, able to form force-dissipation.

Otherwise these bastards' heavy legs kicking his body would probably make him vomit blood.

Bang, bang, bang……

Next,

The other few black-clad burly men at the side all rushed up and unleashed a barrage on the fatty.

They didn't use sabers to hack, but used feet to kick, specifically picking fleshy thick places to kick.

The fatty's body curled up, both arms protecting his head.

Have to say,

The fatty had self-awareness, didn't follow beside Chen Jie.

Otherwise,

He couldn't run fast, couldn't fight, standard deadweight.

If he followed beside Chen Jie, he'd likely drag down both people.

And now, although he was discovered by the other side, at least when Chen Jie hadn't appeared, the fatty was very safe.

"Come on! Beat me to death! You son of a bitch, if you have the guts today beat me to death, don't let me catch my breath!"

"If I catch my breath, if I don't kill you all, from now on I won't have the surname Wang……!"

The fatty faced the leading black-clad burly man, roared with a face full of bluster.

His nosebleed was beaten out, yet he was no longer afraid of death, blood nature beaten out.

"Yo heh! Dead fatty still grew skills? Beat you to death…… you're dreaming, you're very valuable!"

The leading black-clad burly man squatted down, faced the fatty and hehe laughed:

"We dare to make a move on you in the 'Da Fuhuo Quan Chang' Underground Parking Lot, definitely already planned everything long ago."

"Could it be you haven't discovered, not a single person in the surroundings?"

"The entire Underground Parking Lot, during tonight's first match of the boxing match, when 'Qinglong' killed Akutagawa Ryuichi, was already cleared, waiting for you all to come out."

"Are you all waiting for 'Da Fuhuo Quan Chang' people to come out?"

"Hehe…… then you'll be disappointed, even if gunshots erupt here and turn the sky upside down, no one will pay attention here."

"'Da Fuhuo Quan Chang' has already abandoned you all! Understand?"

"You all are merely a saber of 'Da Fuhuo Quan Chang', once used, the saber will definitely be discarded!"

"Nichi Island Person wants to retaliate against you all, this relates to benefits exceeding ten billion, you think 'Da Fuhuo Quan Chang' people would come out to save you all?"

Finished speaking,

The leading black-clad burly man laughed wildly, one foot planted on the fatty's face.

"'Qinglong' isn't so tough, is he? Get the hell out here and exchange a few moves with me!"

"I want to see if he can beat the saber in my hand!"

"Take people's money, eliminate disasters for them! 'Qinglong' is dead set on opposing the Nichi Island people, so I can only send him to meet King Yama."

"Dead fatty, speak! Where exactly did 'Qinglong' run off to!?"

Swish...!

After speaking, the leading burly man pointed the large cleaver in his hand at the fatty's neck, his eyes emitting a fierce, sharp light.

"Stop! You're merely people the Nichi Island people hired to do a job, it's all for money!"

The fatty took a deep breath, calmed down, and shouted loudly:

"Kill me, and you won't get a single cent!"

"As for the 'Qinglong' you're looking for, how would I know where he went? You ask me, who the hell do I ask?"

"Can you take me to the east entrance of the parking lot? I'll make a call, and I'll definitely be able to find out his location."

"The surrounding signals have been jammed...!"

Bang...!

Before the words were finished, the leading burly man kicked the fatty just below the ear.

"You damn fatty, so much nonsense...!"

Pfft...!

The fatty was kicked unconscious.

The leading black-clad burly man, in the end, did not deal a killing blow to the fatty.

It wasn't that they were soft-hearted; rather, their mission target did not include the fatty at all.

Additionally,

according to their intelligence, this fatty was the Person in Charge of betting on the Underground Boxing.

If they really killed the fatty, how would they get the counter-bet funds back?

So, if they wanted to get the money, they definitely could not kill the fatty.

"Everyone spread out, damn it... why did 'Da Symbol' build such a huge parking lot?"

"Finding a person is like finding a needle in the ocean."

"But that kid 'Qinglong', he can't escape!"

"If I catch him, I'll have to chop off his hands and feet; isn't he supposed to be good at fighting?"

"Today I'll see if he can beat the large cleaver in my hand!"

"What 'First Expert of Domestic Underground Gambling Fist', pfft... I'll chop off his hands and see what he uses to box."

"But this kid is indeed worth money; as long as we injure him, thirty million comes in, and the deposit alone was ten million."

"Everyone focus your spirits...!"

The leading black-clad burly man instructed those beside him.

Clatter...!

Next, this group of 'Er Gouzi' scattered, beginning to search for Chen Jie in the surroundings.

However,

behind these 'Er Gouzi' stood the Nichi Island people.

They did not split up, but instead looked at the surroundings with heavy gazes.

Immediately after,

these Nichi Island people were seen, five to a group, forming nearly ten small squads, spaced less than ten meters apart, drawing an arc.

Inside the Underground Parking Lot, they continuously advanced, searching.

Judging by their movements, they were absolutely specially trained Top Experts.

They were more like Elite Warriors, with very strong combat capability.

Although they held no guns, all using Samurai Swords instead.

Yet from their encirclement, search, assault...

They displayed extreme calm, were well-trained, possessing very high combat literacy.

The Nichi Island 'Knife Hands' and the 'Er Gouzi' formed an extremely stark contrast.

At this moment...!

In a corner near the east entrance of the Underground Parking Lot.

Here, the distance from the Nichi Island people and the 'Er Gouzi' was about one hundred fifty meters.

A fellow wearing black clothing, a black mask and an infrared observation device on his head, of slight build.

He stood atop an Off-road Vehicle, a Crossbow gripped in his hand,

At this moment,

his face full of shock, eyes wide, seemingly unable to accept all this.

Only to see his throat had been sliced by a saber, his entire head and neck connected by only a layer of skin.

Blood spurted out, instantly dyeing the entire Off-road Vehicle roof red.

He wanted to make a sound, wanted to shout loudly, wanted to alert the others searching everywhere, wanted to...

But,

no need to think further, he couldn't do it!

He only felt his surroundings plunge into darkness, unable to hear any sound.

Jin Jie followed, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his life ceaselessly flowing away…

His blood kept gushing out, instantly taking his life.

One saber strike, death!

(Chapter End)