Chapter 452: City

"Gang Ge's real name is Song Gang, he is thirty-six or thirty-seven, from childhood a little hooligan who bullied and dominated the market; in his early twenties, after following some big boss, he gradually made a name for himself, with three bars, two sand fields under him, and forty or fifty little brothers, people gave him the nickname Iron Hand Gang!"

"Iron Hand" means ruthless and vicious; these years, if he wanted to deal with someone, that person basically ended up crippled!

At 5:30 p. m., the Starry Sky Bar opened for business; almost as soon as the doors opened, a large crowd of men and women poured in, first ordering a round of cheap drinks, then, to the DJ's music, they hit the dance floor, warming up with energetic dancing……

The crowd grew larger and larger, and the bar quickly filled with a haze of smoke and miasma!

Just before six, the DJ who was twisting and spinning the records suddenly called out: 'Welcome our……big boss……Gang Ge and Gang's wife~'

People in the dance floor and at the scattered tables all around turned their gazes toward the entrance.

Only see a dozen or so tall, burly youths escorting a young man with a peach-shaped head and a scarred face, and a woman wearing fur and heavy eye makeup, entering.

Gang Ge! Gang's wife!

The crowd cheered.

Song Gang glanced at the crowd, his face dark as water, seeming to be in a bad mood today; he muttered a few curses and headed toward a specific private room.

The woman in fur beside him also had an ugly expression, coldly saying to him: 'Let me find that little fox spirit; I'll beat her to death myself, and afterwards you won't even dare think my father will meddle with you!'

'No, wife, I have nothing to do with that Xiazi guy; I'm only getting close to him to mess with his brother!' Song Gang forced a smile on his face and carefully accompanied his wife into the private room.

Just as the private room door closed, a person sat at a scattered table in the corner, waved to summon a server, no alcohol, just dishes: sour cabbage fish, pulled-sugar banana, braised pork ribs, to be served within three minutes.

The waiter, who had been hanging around the bar for years and had grown arrogant and overbearing, put down the slip and snorted: 'You came to a bar to eat?'

Heng Xian looked at him expressionlessly: 'Yes!'

The waiter laughed angrily: 'No!'

Heng Xian said: 'Give you five minutes then!'

The waiter stretched his neck: 'Even a whole day wouldn't work; I think you're here to cause trouble, right?'

A smile that was not really a smile appeared on Heng Xian's face: 'Exactly!'

The waiter turned and shouted: 'Le Ge, someone's here to cause trouble!'

Not far away, three men sitting together chatting heard this and came over; the leader was a bald man with tattoos covering his neck and arms, his eyes flashing with menace, he sized up Heng Xian: 'What the hell are you looking for?'

His voice was loud.

The surrounding customers and the spirited little brothers and sisters in the dance floor all looked over, many faces showing schadenfreude.

Le Ge is Gang Ge's most capable enforcer, never holding back when beating someone up; this guy is about to have bad luck!

Heng Xian looked up at Le Ge: 'Actually, I'm not really here to cause trouble either!'

Le Ge picked up a beer bottle, ready to smash it over someone's head at the slightest disagreement: 'Then what are you here for?'

'Listen clearly!' Heng Xian said, word by word: 'I came……to fuck your mother!'

Le Ge's pupils contracted, and he swung the beer bottle down.

However, just as he moved, a pair of knives and forks had already stabbed deep into his eyes, straight into the back of his head.

Blood, red and white together, flowed out.

Pop!

The beer bottle fell to the ground, Le Ge followed, collapsing and letting out a miserable scream.

The two men behind him and the waiter, having never seen such a scene, were momentarily stunned, then rushed at Heng Xian.

Just as they moved, three dinner knives pierced their shoulder blades, pinning the three straight to the ground; they screamed incessantly, yet couldn't move a muscle!

Meanwhile, Heng Xian remained seated, his body utterly still, as if it weren't him who had just attacked!

The four on the ground struggled wildly, blood soon flooding the floor.

This bloody scene stimulated about half the people in the bar; for a moment, excited shouts and terrified cries rang out nonstop.

Plop……

Seeing the situation, twenty-something youths and servers quickly came from all directions.

The private room door also opened, and Song Gang and his wife stormed out angrily: 'How come just a moment……'

He hadn't finished speaking when he saw the scene beside Heng Xian, and froze instantly.

At this point, over twenty people had already rushed up to Heng Xian's vicinity.

Meanwhile, Heng Xian was playing with a small fruit knife in his hand, but his gaze was on Song Gang's side.

Song Gang's wife frowned: 'This kid looks familiar; he seems to be……Xiazi's brother?'

Song Gang let out a breath, smirking: 'It's time we made a fortune; this idiot is someone Young Master Shi specifically requested!'

His wife's eyes lit up: 'The person the Young Master of the Kang Shuai Consortium wants? If we get on this line, I'll listen to you from now on!'

Song Gang gave a dark chuckle and waved his hand fiercely: 'Leave him half a breath!'

Understood!

The twenty-plus people charging at Heng Xian got ready to strike.

Just then, Heng Xian moved, his figure blurring violently,

then immediately,

the twenty-plus people rushing him instantly 'exploded outward', flying in all directions; still in midair, broken arms and hands scattered messily across the ground.

Blood 'hissed' across the dance floor, drenching a group of handsome men and beautiful women from head to toe.

More than twenty fierce youths were now like……rotten lotus root, sliced tomatoes!

Exactly! That's the feeling.

And Heng Xian had already traced an afterimage, lunging at Song Gang and his wife!

The whole bar was stunned!

This is simply inconceivable!

Such terrifying, direct, brutal methods—no one has ever seen!

Not only is it terrifying, but it also carries an indescribable stunning brilliance!

Song Gang also got shocked: "See... a ghost!"

The two words 'a ghost' were spoken by him as he abruptly turned his head.

Because just as he uttered the first word, beside him there was a sudden flash and another person appeared!

Heng Xian, already at his side, left hand pinching his wife's neck, right hand holding a bloody knife aimed at her left pupil.

Pa-da-nie...

More than twenty youths far behind, who had lost arms and legs, only then fell to the ground, their wails unceasing.

The bar's music stopped.

The air was filled with a rich smell of blood.

Except for a group of youths lying on the ground wailing, everyone in the dance floor, scattered seating, and private rooms looked over.

Song Gang's breathing became rapid.

His wife let Heng Xian choke her neck, staring at the knife tip almost touching her pupil, her face deathly pale, trembling: "Big brother, don't..."

The knife in Heng Xian's hand was extremely steady, without a tremor, pressed tightly against Song Gang's wife's left pupil; he turned his head to look at Song Gang: "Guess whether I'll stab it in?"

Song Gang swallowed saliva: "I guess you won't, after all..."

"Then you guessed wrong!"

"Pfft!"

The knife stabbed into his wife's eye socket, almost hilt-deep.

"Ah!" His wife screamed loudly, blood streaming across her face.

However, as soon as the shout arose, Heng Xian grabbed her hair and threw her like a rag to the corner on the other side of the bar with a "pa" sound, unconscious or dead.

Song Gang's eyes followed where his wife flew, then quickly retracted, his body shaking violently: "Xianzi, I... never even dreamed you could fight like this!"

Heng Xian glanced at the ceiling: "Actually I can fight even better; inside the bar with over a thousand people, I could leave no survivors in three seconds, but that wouldn't be exciting, fearing you wouldn't understand!"

Song Gang slowly stepped back, neither crying nor laughing, saying: "Past events, you can't blame me, right?"

"Hmm, I don't blame you, where's my sister?" Heng Xian asked lightly.

Song Gang let out a breath: "Yesterday, last night we were together; my wife checked the post and sent her off, apparently picked up by Brother Yong!"

"Got it!"

Heng Xian lit a cigarette, took a puff, and passed it to Song Gang: "Smoke!"

Song Gang obediently took it and inhaled; upon that puff, his body stiffened, his face dazed, he slowly asked: "This is... what?"

Heng Xian drawled: "Five Elements Earth-core Fire, first burning the five viscera and six bowels, then the body surface, like burning charcoal; finally... splattering everywhere, quite fun! Well, that's it."

He turned and left.

Almost at the moment he left, Song Gang knelt on the ground, a heart-rending wail, scratching his ears and cheeks, tearing at his clothes, soon strands of blue-green flames sprouted along his skin...

The bar erupted into chaos!

(End of chapter)