Chapter 3: Chapter 3: Zhao Laohu, Get the Hell Out Here
Chen Xuan raced all the way toward the Tiger Gang’s headquarters. As he neared the main gate, his eyes darted about, and he suddenly spotted a pair of stone lions standing outside the entrance of a large residence.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he rushed forward and hoisted up one of the stone lions. The veins all over his body bulged and his face flushed red as he continued his mad dash toward the Tiger Gang.
While still a good distance away, he let out a great roar and hurled the stone lion with all his might at the Tiger Gang’s main gate.
"Zhao Laohu, get the hell out here!"
The massive stone lion hurtled toward the gate. Its terrifying momentum horrified the few grunts on guard duty; their faces filled with terror and their bodies trembling, they scrambled to get out of the way.
But they were too slow.
BOOM! The lion smashed into them and the gate alike.
They all let out wretched screams as they were crushed to death.
The fine, red-lacquered gate, made of old locust wood, was smashed to smithereens.
Chen Xuan charged inside, straight into the Black Tiger Gang’s compound.
All the gang members cried out in alarm and rushed to see what was happening outside.
"Who are you? You got a death wish, barging into our Black Tiger Gang?"
Steward Liu shouted in anger and was the first to rush out.
He was tall and thin, with a wispy, rat-like mustache and a medicinal plaster on his forehead. He held a white paper fan, wore a short vest, and stared at Chen Xuan with a face full of shock and anger.
Chen Xuan immediately identified him as one of the leaders.
His clothes and general appearance were clearly different from the grunts around him.
"You son of a bitch!"
Chen Xuan lunged forward, pouncing on Steward Liu.
Steward Liu’s face paled in alarm. He scrambled backward, shouting in panic, "Quick, stop him!"
A large group of gang members swarmed forward, trying to block Chen Xuan’s path.
But it was utterly useless. Chen Xuan’s charge sent them flying.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Aaargh!
Bodies were sent flying like scarecrows. Anyone he crashed into had their bones broken and tendons snapped, sent flying backward while spitting blood. It was as if they had run into a rampaging elephant.
"Oh god!"
Terrified out of his wits, Steward Liu turned and fled.
But Chen Xuan was on him in an instant. His hand shot out like an eagle’s talon and seized him by the neck, nearly crushing the life out of the steward on the spot.
"Where is Zhao Laohu?"
Chen Xuan roared.
"The... the Gang Leader is in the back, listening to an opera! Spare me! This has nothing to do with me! I’m just a steward..."
Steward Liu shrieked in terror.
"Fuck that!"
Chen Xuan lifted Steward Liu and slammed him violently onto the ground.
There was a sickening thud, like an egg being smashed.
When had this bunch of thugs ever witnessed such a bloodbath? They were terrified, scrambling over each other to flee toward the Tiger Gang’s rear courtyard. Some even clambered over the walls to escape.
"Oh god, we’re done for!"
"Gang Leader, help us!"
"Someone’s attacking the gang!"
"Gang Leader, hurry!"
...
Chen Xuan glanced back, snatched a machete from the ground, and charged after them.
Towards the rear courtyard, Zhao Laohu charged out with a grim expression, dragging a two-meter-long saber behind him. The blade scraped along the ground with a loud, grating CLANG.
"Fuck! Which son of a bitch dares to attack my Tiger Gang?"
He didn’t bother asking questions. As he charged, he swung the enormous saber. It whistled through the air like a heavy door panel, aimed straight for Chen Xuan’s head.
"Die!"
Zhao Laohu roared, every vein and muscle on his body bulging with effort.
He looked like an unstoppable guardian deity.
’And here I was thinking it was someone with a powerful backer.’
’Turns out it’s just some wretch in tattered clothes with a face pale from hunger.’
’This bastard dares to barge into my Black Tiger Gang?’
’I don’t care what martial arts school he’s from. Today, I’ll break all four of his limbs and hang him from the gate as a warning to everyone else!’
However!
CLANG!
Chen Xuan swung his machete to meet the blow. The two weapons collided in mid-air, sending a shower of sparks flying. The very air seemed to ripple from the impact.
The force of the blow knocked both of them back a step.
Chen Xuan was inwardly startled and took another look at Zhao Laohu.
’Impressive, Zhao Laohu!’
’He’s worthy of his reputation as a martial artist.’
’The Martial Arts of this world have some strange tricks up their sleeve. How can they block my Innate Divine Strength?’
Little did Chen Xuan know, Zhao Laohu was even more horrified. His arms were trembling, and the webbing of his hands ached so intensely that he’d almost lost his grip on the saber.
At that moment, all ten of his fingers were completely numb.
’Who the hell is this guy?’
’Such terrifying strength!’
"Young brother, which martial arts school are you from? We can talk this out. There must be a misunderstanding. Why don’t you let me explain? Whether it’s money or compensation, just name your price. I promise I’ll make you satisfied..."
Zhao Laohu said hurriedly.
"Talk? My ass!"
Chen Xuan roared and charged again, immediately bringing his blade down on Zhao Laohu with all his might.
Zhao Laohu was horrified, but with no room to retreat, he had no choice but to swing his two-meter saber and charge wildly at Chen Xuan once more.
CLANG!
It was another solid collision. Sparks flew, and the shock was so great that Zhao Laohu’s hands started to bleed, the bones in his palms threatening to shatter.
But Chen Xuan, as if he felt no pain, just kept swinging his machete, unleashing a torrential storm of blows upon Zhao Laohu’s body.
Zhao Laohu was terrified, the hairs on his skin standing on end, and could only fight back with all his might.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG...
After seven or eight consecutive clashes.
CLATTER!
Finally, Zhao Laohu could no longer hold his saber; Chen Xuan’s blow sent it flying from his grasp.
The powerful recoil sent Zhao Laohu stumbling backward, his hands completely covered in blood.
His face a mask of terror, he turned and fled.
"Young brother, you can’t kill me! I’m under the protection of the Cyan Dragon Gang! If you kill me, the Cyan Dragon Gang will never let you go! We can talk about this..."
"Die!"
Chen Xuan roared. Throwing all caution to the wind, he began hacking wildly at Zhao Laohu. With a sickening SLICE, he severed one of Zhao Laohu’s arms on the spot.
"AAARGH!"
The pampered Gang Leader let out a series of shrill, wretched screams, his voice ear-piercing and filled with terror.
"Spare me..."
He shrieked in terror.
"You bastard! You burned my family to death and drove my sister to suicide, and you want me to spare you?"
Chen Xuan showed no mercy, relentlessly hacking at Zhao Laohu’s body with his machete.
SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! SLICE!
"AAARGH!"
Zhao Laohu’s shrill, terrified screams went on and on.
Even as he died, he couldn’t believe it. ’Was this man really the person he was supposed to have dealt with last night?’
’How the hell is this possible?’
「In the rear courtyard.」
Terrified screams rang out.
Three or four women, presumably wives, fled from the rear courtyard with several children in tow. They were laden with bundles of belongings, frantically trying to escape.
Chen Xuan’s pupils contracted as a cold glint appeared in his eyes.
’If you don’t pull out the roots when you cut the weeds...’
’...they’ll just grow back in the spring!’
’Fine, fine! Zhao Laohu, you’re a gangster, too. You should have known that men in our line of work can’t afford to have families.’
’After what you did to my sister... don’t blame me for what comes next.’
BOOM!
Chen Xuan shot forward with ferocious momentum. He instantly knocked one person down, then, like a veritable God of Slaughter, began to wreak havoc upon the people in the rear courtyard...
[Killed a gang member. +5 retribution points]
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