After Ye Qian hung up the phone, he did not call anyone from the Starlight Bar, nor did he call Xie Shufeng and others. Instead, he rushed directly to Sanjiang Road Bar Street alone.
This is a trap, so Ye Qian doesn't want his brother to follow him into danger. He doesn't know the specific situation of the bar street now, so he rashly lets Xie Shufeng and others go there, for fear of causing unnecessary casualties.
The most important thing is that if Ye Qian wants to gain a foothold in Chinatown, he needs to have enough achievements to consolidate himself. For example, Wang Anping broke into a small gang alone, cut off the leader's ear, and then broke into the gang. After losing his family business, even Hua Hansheng has to bow his head now.
Another example is the three hall leaders of the Chinese Gang, Han Dong, Ye Zhengrong, and Qiu Hanjiang. No matter which one of them is able to sit in such a position, they all have outstanding personal achievements. If a eldest brother does not have enough outstanding achievements, he will not be able to succeed at all. I can't convince the people below.
Hua Hansheng is a good example. He just inherited his father's business. After taking over the Chinese gang, he has been doing nothing, and even bullies the weak and fears the strong. Not many people under him will be convinced by such a big brother.
When Ye Qian came to Sanjiang Road Bar Street, although the lights were still bright, there was no such hot music as before, and there were no people coming and going on the street.
"Give."
Ye Qian shouted to the crowd of onlookers on the street, squeezing in and joining in the fun. It seemed that this was not a hobby unique to Chinese people. Ye Qian also saw the same thing here.
"Fuck, don't you have fucking eyes? Are you in a hurry to die?" A tall white man, tall and thick, looked a bit brute. When he saw Ye Qian squeezing in, he immediately cursed.
Ye Qian frowned. He kept shouting "Give me" all the way, but this tall white man thought he was superior and turned a deaf ear to Ye Qian's words. Instead, he glared at Ye Qian and cursed him a lot. You could tell at a glance that this kind of person often bullies. Weak.
Although Ye Qian looked weaker than this white man, when Ye Qian looked at the tall white man, his eyes were cold, like a hungry wolf staring at a lamb, exuding an aura that made people Heart-chilling coldness.
"What a sharp look."
The tall white man subconsciously avoided Ye Qian's eyes, because he felt that his eyes were like a sharp knife, pointing directly at his heart. It seemed that if he continued to look at him, he would die under Ye Qian's eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The tall white man felt the murderous intent and was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he immediately apologized timidly.
Ye Qian was too lazy to tangle with such people, but walked quickly through the crowd, and finally arrived at the bar street. At this time, the bar street was in a mess, and someone could be vaguely seen lying in a pool of blood.
The river breeze blows, and the smell of blood enters people's nostrils along with the breeze, seeming to remind people that this place is a dangerous and bloody place.
Ye Qian couldn't help but speed up. He felt that the battle at the end of the street was not over yet.
Along the way, he saw several Chinese people lying on the street who were seriously injured and screaming in pain. Many of them even fainted and fell to the ground in a pool of blood. Their life or death was unknown.
"Damn it, white guys, I'll give you the life to come tonight, but you have no life to come back." As a Chinese, Ye Qian watched helplessly as each Chinese fell in a pool of blood, with the tragic body and the unconscious body. The tragic situation was like steel needles piercing Ye Qian's heart.
"Spicy next door, I can't beat you to death if I tell you to be arrogant."
"Fuck, give me a hard beating, and it's mine to kill you."
"Bang."
When Ye Qian came to the end of the street, he vaguely heard noisy sounds coming from a small KTV bar.
Ye Qian stepped into the door and saw more than twenty people beating up six Chinese people. The worst of them was a bald Chinese man, with blood stains everywhere on his head. He was protecting his head with his hands. He had no power to resist, but the surrounding people Three or four white men kept kicking me with their feet and showed no mercy at all.
The remaining five people were almost one-sided. Only two were still standing. The rest were beaten until they were covered in blood and had no ability to resist.
"Spicy next door." When Ye Qian saw this scene, the anger in his heart burst out instantly, and he felt that the blood all over his body was boiling.
Ye Qian picked up a bar seat nearby and smashed the nearest white man on the head.
"Bang."
The white man didn't seem to react, and suddenly he was hit on the forehead by Ye Qian who appeared from behind, and blood burst out along his hair.
At this moment, Ye Qian was like a wolf among the sheep. The endless anger in his heart was like a volcano erupting. He kicked the white man away and smashed him into the crowd of white men.
"Fuck, there's another one here." After Ye Qian kicked the first white man away, the others reacted, and suddenly three white men with knives and sticks came towards Ye Qian.
"Kill these Chinese bastards."
"Kill him spicy next door."
Facing the three white men who rushed up, Ye Qian didn't say much. Instead of showing off his courage with words, it would be better to fight with real swords and guns.
And Ye Qian told them with his actions that the Chinese people they looked down upon were their nightmare.
"Bang."
"Bang."
"Bang."
Ye Qian's speed reached the extreme. Before the three of them could get close to Ye Qian, they were thrown away by the seat in Ye Qian's hand. One of them even hit the bar in the lobby, his head exploded, and he fell unconscious instantly.
Ye Qian's strength caught the attention of the other white people. Only then did they understand how terrifying Ye Qian was. They almost thought at the same time that Ye Qian was a powerful practitioner and the Chinese they met tonight. The strongest opponent in the gang.
"That is."
"Who is that person?"
There were still two members of the Chinese gang who were able to move. When they saw Ye Qian coming in, they quickly released the four white men. Suddenly, they felt very happy.
"No matter who he is, if none of us are dead after tonight, I will definitely follow this big brother."
"Yes, I'm sure."
When the two Chinese people saw this, they became excited as if they were suddenly given a shot of chicken blood. They aimed at a white man and kicked him.
In the hall, only a dozen white people were seen surrounding Ye Qian. In their view, even if Ye Qian was a wolf or a tiger, he would still be unable to defeat four people with just one fist. None of them were ordinary gangsters, and they could deal with ordinary people. There are three or five gangsters out there each.
"Bang."
"Crack."
…
Various smashing sounds could be heard in the hall, sometimes accompanied by a few sharp screams. The place seemed to have turned into a slaughterhouse for a while, and the sounds inside made people feel an inexplicable shiver.
More than 20 white people besieged Ye Qian alone, and they were still in this hall of less than 60 square meters. Just thinking about it, everyone knew how dangerous this was for Ye Qian.
But they never dreamed that Ye Qian alone was like a wolf among sheep, and the more than twenty white men's gang were like weak lambs. No matter how many lambs there were, they would never be able to harm a wolf in the slightest. What's more, Ye Qian was like a wolf among sheep. Qian is not an ordinary wolf, but a wolf king who is proud of the rest.
In less than three minutes, the originally noisy hall suddenly returned to an eerie silence.
"this……"
"Oh my God."
"Is he still alone?"
Several injured Chinese gangsters, although three of them fell to the ground and lost their ability to fight, their minds were still clear. They all witnessed this legendary battle scene by scene.
Of the six Chinese boys, one was seriously injured and unconscious, three were incapacitated, and two were still standing barely, but they were covered in blood, and blood was still dripping on the ground.
At this moment, the five conscious Chinese boys stared at Ye Qian in stunned silence, as if they were looking up to a hero, with expressions of extreme awe and caution.
"You stay to take care of the injured brother and call an ambulance." Ye Qian pointed at one of the two standing fat men and said.
Ye Qian knew at a glance that the fat man's injuries were not serious, so he left the care and calling for an ambulance to the fat man.
"Take me to the service point of the Chinese Gang on Sanjiang Road." Ye Qian pointed at another strong man and said.
Naturally, there is an office on Sanjiang Road, which is where the Chinese gang members usually gather to deal with some matters. Moreover, Ye Qian also knows that the leader of Hong Tianxiong who manages the Sanjiang Road Bar Street is called Li Hong.
Ye Qian could tell that all the people from the White People's Gang this time were elites, so a small number of people must be a great leader of the White People's Gang.
"Fuck, this is the group of gangsters from the white gang that Hong Tianxiong said." Ye Qian cursed in his heart. This was the second time Hong Tianxiong had framed him.
Ye Zhengrong once said in the teahouse that he asked Ye Qian to spare Hong Tianxiong's life and he would not interfere with the rest. Ye Qian is also a person who values friendship and loyalty. Ye Zhengrong also helped him a lot, so Ye Qian originally planned to only replace Hong Tianxiong. Forget about your status.
But now it seems that Ye Qian is about to change his mind. Although Ye Zhengrong's kindness is important, Ye Qian will never tolerate or indulge in such a person who wants to put himself to death again and again.
"Hong Tianxiong, you are responsible for all this. Don't blame me, Ye Qian, for not giving Ye Zhengrong face in the future." A hint of coldness flashed in Ye Qian's eyes.
Fortunately, Ye Qian had the foresight and did not bring Xie Shufeng and the others over, otherwise in the chaos, Ye Qian would not be able to guarantee that his newly recruited brothers would not suffer any fearless casualties.
"Brother, I will take you there right now." The strong man said, leading the way for Ye Qian.
"Who is the leader of the white gang tonight?" Ye Qian walked out of the hall and asked the muscular man casually.
"It's Laxi from the white gang, otherwise we wouldn't have lost so miserably, it was almost one-sided..." The strong man said bitterly. The Chinese gang suffered heavy losses tonight, and many of them had been with the strong man. They are good brothers who have gone through life and death, so when I mention Lacy, I naturally feel particularly resentful.
"Don't worry, the sacrifice of our brothers from the Chinese Gang will not be in vain, Laxi, I, Ye Qian, will let them all return to the West today." The anger in Ye Qian's heart is far from subsided, not to mention that Ye Qian is a member of the Chinese Gang, even if Even ordinary Chinese people would definitely be furious when they see this scene.
PS: I recommend "Personal Soldier King" by Xiao Xiaoxing'er.