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Chapter 101: Chapter 99: Sorry, You Guys Are Taking the Blame
The sky gradually darkened, and the streets started filling with more people.
Fang Cheng sat in a beef noodle shop, slurping his rice noodle soup.
From time to time, he lifted his head, looking out at the scenery.
Through the glass door, he could clearly see three young men squatting by the street, helping patrons park their cars.
Those were the Red Tiger Gang’s low-level hoodlums, and the sauna club across the street was also one of their managed places.
According to confessions from two traitors, Fang Cheng knew that the Red Tiger Gang was ruthless in their dealings and adhered to the principle of thoroughly annihilating their enemies.
Therefore, he did not entertain any hopeful thoughts and decided to strike first.
Dealing with this kind of gang members, who scurried everywhere like rats, and wanting to completely eliminate them.
Not to mention Fang Cheng alone, even the police couldn’t do it.
However, if he could silently take out their leader or find solid criminal evidence against those leaders and hand it over to the police.
Then, the higher-ups would become suspicious and paranoid, and the low-level hoodlums would fight amongst themselves for power, disrupting their ranks.
At that time, they would be too preoccupied to cause trouble for him.
Thus, Fang Cheng set his sights on Sang Biao and Wu Shihao, the two directly related individuals.
But after an entire day.
He went to several addresses where Sang Biao frequently lived to scout, but found no trace of him.
Finally, Fang Cheng decided to try his luck at a place like this.
As Cool Bro mentioned, Sang Biao was lecherous by nature and couldn’t go a day without women.
His frequently visited entertainment venues included the sauna club in front of him and the nightclub next door.
If he still couldn’t find the target, he would have to visit another nightclub.
"Hmm."
The owner, wearing an apron, came over with a cough, wiping the tables nearby with a towel.
Seeing this, Fang Cheng quickly realized something.
He had been sitting here, ordered two bowls of beef rice noodles, and unknowingly had been eating for over an hour.
Not wanting to draw attention, he quickly finished his rice noodles, paid, and left.
Walking out of the beef noodle shop, he strolled around the vicinity once more.
As the night fell, the colorful neon signs gradually lit up.
Fang Cheng saw those three parking valets and after a moment’s thought, approached them.
"That sports car just now was pretty cool, worth at least a few million."
"What a waste with an old fart in it and such a hot chick; should we find a chance to steal it..."
A few hoodlums chatted while smoking, glancing at Fang Cheng who had approached, but didn’t pay much attention.
Their accent was foreign, and the locals of East Capital could barely understand it.
"Excuse me, is Brother Sang Biao here?"
Fang Cheng asked politely in the same accent.
"Eh, you’re from West River?"
The hoodlums seemed especially surprised to hear Fang Cheng speak.
"Yes."
Fang Cheng smiled and nodded, then said:
"I just arrived in East Capital not long ago, unfamiliar with this place. I heard Brother Sang Biao is also from West River, very influential here, generous and loyal, so I wanted to join him."
The hoodlums chuckled upon hearing this.
Fang Cheng, puzzled, asked, "What’s wrong?"
The hoodlums didn’t explain, but one "fellow West River fellow" seemed somewhat enthusiastic:
"Haven’t you heard? Brother Sang Biao’s place was raided by the police, now he’s hiding like a scared turtle, and is quite irritable!" 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓅𝓊𝓫.𝒸ℴ𝓶
"But given his temperament, he can’t bear it for many days; if not today, then definitely tomorrow, he will come here to cool off, then you..."
While they were speaking, the rumbling of an engine sounded.
A saucy pink sports car parked by the roadside, followed by several gangster-specific sea lion vans.
A middle-sized man with tattoos pushed open the car door, stepped out in pointed leather shoes.
People after people emerged from the vehicles behind, each carrying newspaper-wrapped long objects, their faces and expressions ferocious.
The three parking valets immediately rushed to greet him, repeatedly calling him "Brother Biao".
Sang Biao, looking battered with a bruised nose and face, not only looked fierce but also spoke in an unfriendly tone.
He glanced at the three parking valets and then threw the car keys over.
"Keep my car in good condition, any scratch, and I’ll break all your legs!"
"Yes, yes, Brother Biao."
The parking valets hurriedly nodded and bowed, no longer showing the disdain they had earlier.
Seeing the main target, Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed, already hiding his figure in the shadows nearby.
Because among the group of thugs that followed Sang Biao, he recognized one of them as the flower-arm guy he had encountered before.
.........
Inside the Golden Sand Sauna Club, the bathing hall was void of moving customers.
Several spa technicians dressed in skimpy uniforms hid far away, stealthily peering towards the resting area.
Two gangs were about to start a huge altercation with dozens of people gathered.
In the middle of the crowd, two tattooed men sat boldly, their faces full of horizontal scars, clearly not the benevolent type.
"T-Rex, what do you really mean?"
Sang Biao asked vehemently:
"Sending people to scout my places twice in a row, are you itching for a war? And calling the cops here, don’t you know it breaks the rules of the Jianghu?"
Although the other crew-cut man seemed a bit shifty with his eyes, his mouth didn’t back down:
"Sang Biao, don’t think that just because you’ve now sided with the Red Tiger Gang you can act all high and mighty. Don’t throw the blame on me!"
Then, his tone softened a bit, explaining a few more words:
"That was then, this is now. I’ve heard your place got raided this time, and although our gangs are rivals, it definitely has nothing to do with us."
"You still dare to play dumb? Aren’t you and Ma Donghe always claiming to be brothers? How dare you deny it now?"
"I indeed know Ma Donghe, but he isn’t part of our gang. How are his wrongdoings related to us?"
However, Sang Biao wouldn’t listen to his explanations, just kept threatening ferociously:
"T-Rex, I’m putting my words here."
"Let your Gang Leader bring Ma Donghe and that hidden Assassin to our Brother Hao, bow and apologize immediately."
"Also, compensate for the medicinal bills, resettlement fees, and the rebuilding costs for the damaged properties, a total of eighty million Yuan."
"Of course, you can choose not to agree, but now it’s me talking to you, next time it will be our Red Tiger Gang’s knives and guns doing the talking."
T-Rex’s expression turned uglier, with fury smoldering in his eyes.
Despite being a mid-level boss of a gang, his status didn’t differ much from Wu Shihao’s. Yet, he ended up being humiliated by a small-time creep like Sang Biao.
This was unbearable, utterly unbearable.
"Sang Biao, what the fuck do you think you are, showing off in front of me with just this handful of guys? Ask yourself, are you even qualified to talk to me?"
T-Rex seemed to have realized something.
The other party had long been coveting the territory of the Three Wolves Gang, wanting to use this excuse to start a war, to step into Jiangbei and extend their influence into the old district.
Finally unable to restrain his explosive temper, he stood up abruptly, pointed at Sang Biao’s nose, and cursed loudly:
"Go back and tell Wu Shihao, I never fear threats in Jianghu. If I go all out, I’d dare to kill even his mother!"
Their henchmen behind them, seeing this, also started pointing at each other and shouting threats.
After a standoff for a moment, T-Rex, with a grim face and no room for maneuver, was the first to lead his brothers and retreat.
Watching T-Rex’s departing figure, Sang Biao lacked the courage to keep him there.
After all, the opponent had an arrogant foundation; the henchmen he brought along were strong and beefy, obviously tough fighters.
"Damn, dying without knowing it."
He muttered darkly:
"I heard T-Rex’s wife is really something. Later on, I’ll get her from Hao to have some fun, then throw her into the brothel, and his daughter too..."
Lifting his head, he saw a group of henchmen still standing around, then said:
"What are you waiting for? They’re gone, disperse, and find some girls to have fun with."
Hearing this, the henchmen left the hall.
Only a few close brothers and three sycophantic guys remained.
"Biao brother, where’s our reward?"
The Flower-armed man and Chicken-eyed boy hurriedly asked.
"Didn’t I tell you to go find some girls to have fun?"
"Are you covering the expenses or not?"
"Damn, I haven’t even redeemed myself yet. After we win this fight, I’ll treat you all to the full package."
Their faces immediately fell, and they left disgruntledly.
"Sang Biao, Sang Biao, truly a damn unluckily star. With such a boss, it’s like being jinxed for eight lifetimes..."
The Flower-armed man and Chicken-eyed boy separated, each walking down the corridor alone.
Suddenly, he bumped shoulders with a tall man wearing a mask walking towards him.
The Flower-armed man turned and glanced at the man, cursing: "Are you blind?"
Seeing the slightly familiar silhouette of the other party, he couldn’t help but turn around and look again.
The masked man also turned to look at him, his eyes shining.
"Do you recognize me?"
"You are..."
Before he could finish his exclamation, a hand swiftly covered his mouth.
.........
"Listen to me sing ’The Eighteen Touches’, reach out, and touch my little sister’s lips..."
Sang Biao lay comfortably on the foot massage sofa, humming a tune, enjoying the foot-washing service.
Occasionally he rubbed the girl technician’s face with his toes, his eyes slightly squinting, his expression fierce and lecherous.
The female technician dared not complain, only bowing her head in grievance, smiling along.
Just then, the room door was gently pushed open.
A series of faint footsteps followed.
The female technician turned in surprise.
She saw a man gesturing to her with his finger on his lips, signaling for silence.
Sang Biao also noticed the commotion.
He then opened his eyes, seeing a familiar and annoying face, burst out cursing:
"Are you fucking stupid? I told you to go find a prostitute, why the hell did you come back?"
"Biao brother, I..."
The Flower-armed man’s face was conflicted, his lips stammered.
Suddenly, a figure lurking behind him swiftly leapt forward, raising a dagger.
In a flash of cold light,
Sang Biao’s throat was effortlessly slit open.
He stared wide-eyed, bubbles gurgling from his mouth, unwillingly looking at the assassin in front of him.
His hands desperately tried to cover his throat, but couldn’t stop the gushing blood.
The female technician screamed loudly in terror.
The Flower-armed man was also trembling all over.
Having killed the target without any nonsense,
Fang Cheng handed the dagger back to the Flower-armed man, coldly ordering:
"Here, stab him a few times!"
The Flower-armed man tried to resist, but remembering something horrifying,
he clenched his teeth, hardened his heart, and forcefully stabbed the lifeless Sang Biao in the chest twice.
Fang Cheng nodded approvingly, then reiterated the instructions he had given before:
"Next, you can turn yourself in to the police, say you betrayed him and killed Sang Biao, and are willing to serve as a tainted witness."
"Of course, you can also choose to join the Three Wolves Gang; I think they would be willing to protect you..."
During this conversation, hurried footsteps sounded outside.
Obviously, having heard the screams and seen the two bodyguards lying unconscious at the door, those henchmen had realized something was amiss.
They burst in quickly, crying out in shock on seeing the scene:
"Boss!", "Boss!"
"The Three Wolves Gang assassin is here, who dares to come forth!"
Seeing this, Fang Cheng immediately declared himself.
Then, with brotherly affection, he urgently urged the Flower-armed man:
"You run fast, I’ll hold them off!"
Saying so, he charged into the crowd, executing a crisp series of Straight Punch, Sweep Kick, and Elbow Strike, knocking several thugs down effortlessly like a tiger pouncing on sheep.
Hearing more footsteps approaching through the corridor,
the Flower-armed man bit his teeth, gripping the bloodied dagger, turned, and ran in the opposite direction.
