Chapter 185: Quick Transmigration: Film & Television Multiverse Chapter 29 — Scar-Faced Man

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

Lin Hao brought along those ten-odd carefully selected brothers, each one a capable fighter, and after a winding journey arrived at Ao Dao. The moment he set foot on this land, he sensed an unusual tension in the atmosphere — after all, Hung Hing's Du Chang here had already been seized by the local San Chain Gang, which was tantamount to openly breaking ground on Hung Hing's head.

Lin Hao's face was cold and stern, his eyes revealing a ruthless streak that knew no fear; he had no intention of reasoning politely with the other side, because in the jianghu, sometimes strength is the hardest logic. He led his brothers straight toward the occupied Du Chang. Along the way, San Chain Gang little brothers saw them coming menacingly and tried to block them, cursing and shouting: "Where did you come from, daring to run wild here? Don't you see whose Territory this is!"

Lin Hao couldn't be bothered to pay them any heed; his stride never broke. When those men closed in, his figure moved like lightning and he struck first — one fist smashed into the face of the foremost man, sending him flying backward with a spray of nosebleed. Seeing this, the brothers behind him roared in anger and charged in, clashing with the San Chain Gang little brothers in a melee.

Lin Hao moved through the crowd like a war god descended to earth; every move was fiercely sharp. He singled out those who looked like San Chain Gang minor leaders. A keen small knife appeared in his hand at some point, and as his figure flashed, every San Chain Gang member he targeted had their hand and foot tendons severed in an instant. Amid screams, they collapsed writhing in pain, blood spreading across the ground — the scene was indescribably bloody.

In just a short while, the originally arrogant San Chain Gang crowd was beaten into disarray by Lin Hao's group; the ground was littered with men clutching wounds and howling. Lin Hao stood amid the wreckage, a few blood splatters on him only adding to his imposing air. He coldly eyed those San Chain Gang little brothers who could still barely move and said: "Stop your ghostly wailing. Hurry up and call your San Chain Gang handler — tell him Lin Hao of Hung Hing is waiting right here. Today's matter needs a proper settling of accounts with him!"

Those little brothers were badly frightened; they fumbled out their Mobile Phones and hurriedly dialed the handler, stammering out the Situation here, their voices full of terror.

Lin Hao, meanwhile, stood there with an indifferent air, as if what he had just done was a trivial matter — but in his heart he knew clearly that the San Chain Gang handler coming next would likely be the real hard battle. Still, he felt not the slightest fear; he simply waited for the other side to show up, ready to have a proper meeting with this fellow who dared break ground on Hung Hing's head.

Before long, a clamor of footsteps approached, and the San Chain Gang arrived in force. At the front was a fellow with a prominent knife scar on his face — the scar ran from the corner of his eye down to his cheek, looking exceptionally ferocious, giving him a ruthless aura. Yet from his dress and his slick, swaggering demeanor, he didn't look like someone of great ability or authority.

Still, his momentum was ample; behind him trailed fifty-odd little brothers, each clutching a weapon, swaggering as if this Territory already belonged entirely to the San Chain Gang. Moreover, they had brought Chen Haonan, Da Ge B, and several other Hung Hing brothers — clearly intending to use these hostages to pressure Lin Hao's group.

Lin Hao's gaze swept over them; seeing the wretched state of the Hung Hing brothers, a surge of anger rose in his heart. Those brothers were all battered, clothes in tatters, some clutching wounds with pained expressions. Especially Chen Haonan — his usual handsome, carefree look was nowhere to be found; his face was swollen like a pig's head, eyes beaten into slits, dried blood at the corner of his mouth — clearly he had suffered a great deal.

Looking at Da Ge B, his condition was slightly better than Chen Haonan's; after all, as Hung Hing's Talker, the other side might have had some reservations and didn't dare go too hard on him — just some abrasions, hair slightly disheveled, his expression showing fatigue and anger.

The scar-faced man looked at Lin Hao, a sneer of disdain on his face, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Yo, so you're Hung Hing's Lin Hao? Pretty bold, daring to cause trouble on our San Chain Gang's Territory and beating my brothers into this sorry state — today I'm afraid you won't be leaving!"

Lin Hao let out a cold snort, stepped forward a few paces, utterly unafraid of the other's formation, and stared icy at the scar-faced man: "Hmph, your San Chain Gang seized our Hung Hing Du Chang first, then beat my brothers like this. I didn't come to settle accounts with you, yet you play the victim first? Today, if you're sensible, hurry up and release my brothers, then obediently scram out of this place — otherwise, I won't be as polite as before."

Hearing this, the scar-faced man laughed uproariously as if he'd heard the funniest joke; his little brothers behind him joined in with raucous laughter, the sound echoing harshly around. After the laughter died down, the scar-faced man's face darkened and he said viciously: "You still haven't figured out the Situation, have you? On Ao Dao, our San Chain Gang calls the shots, and you dare threaten me? Today not a single one of you will escape — you'll all stay here!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the little brothers behind him surged toward Lin Hao's group — a more intense clash seemed imminent. Lin Hao remained calm and collected, his eyes growing even colder; in his heart he had already Schemed: today he would give the San Chain Gang a ruthless lesson.

Those San Chain Gang little brothers whose hand and foot tendons Lin Hao had severed now lay moaning in agony in pools of blood. Seeing their boss arrive with men, they looked as if they'd seen a lifesaving straw; one by one they struggled to lift their heads and screamed hoarsely: "Boss, Boss! We're too miserable! These Hung Hing people are too ruthless — they came up and without a word severed our hand and foot tendons! Boss, you must avenge us, you can't let them off so cheaply!"

Their voices were full of pain and resentment, reverberating around and making the already tense Atmosphere even tighter.

The scar-faced man heard this and his eyes bulged; veins bulged on his forehead, and the scar on his face seemed to twist even more grotesquely with rage.

He was never a good-tempered sort; usually he lorded it over Ao Dao on the strength of the San Chain Gang name — how could he bear his own little brothers being cleaned up like this? He flared up instantly, roaring: "What? You bunch of trash, actually had your hand and foot tendons severed — you've utterly disgraced the San Chain Gang!" Saying this, he turned and glared viciously at Lin Hao, gritting his teeth: "Good, you Lin Hao — daring to be this arrogant on my San Chain Gang's Territory, striking so viciously. Today if I don't carve you into a thousand pieces, I won't quell the hatred in my heart! Brothers, get them — beat them to death, I'll take responsibility!"

Hearing their boss's order, the fifty-odd little brothers behind him howled, brandishing their weapons, surging toward Lin Hao's group like a tide — a truly frightening formation. Lin Hao still didn't change expression; he merely shifted slightly and said low to his brothers behind him: "Brothers, don't be afraid. We're here today to reclaim our Venue. In a bit, stay sharp, don't hurt our own, and beat these bastards ruthlessly!"

The Hung Hing brothers responded in unison, each pair of eyes showing determination and fearlessness; they gripped their weapons tight and charged to meet the oncoming San Chain Gang crowd. In an instant, shouts of killing and screams rang out again across this place, and both sides plunged once more into an extremely fierce melee.