Chapter 310: East Master!
Brother Tou glared at Zhao Dong, murderous intent blazing undisguised in his eyes.
Zhao Dong said calmly, "Hong Wu is dead. You now have two choices: submission or... death!"
"What? Lord Hong is dead?"
Brother Tou's mind buzzed. He hastily pulled out his phone to call Hong Wu, but Song Zixuan's voice came through the receiver instead.
"Who are you? How did you get Lord Hong's phone?" Brother Tou demanded angrily.
Song Zixuan replied indifferently, "Hong Wu is dead. I am Song Zixuan of the Dragon-Binding Division. If you have a problem with that, come find me!"
The line went dead.
Brother Tou was completely stunned. Hong Wu was really dead!
"Zhao Dong! You bastard, you dared to kill Lord Hong? You deserve to die!" Brother Tou roared, signaling his underlings to gather more men.
A moment later, the ground shook with the sound of thunderous footsteps approaching from inside the nightclub. A tide of men in black suits poured from the main entrance, swarming to surround Zhao Dong. These men wielded knives and clubs, their gazes fierce. At a glance, there were at least a thousand of them.
The crowd parted to form a path, and a short man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked out. This man was Jin Li, the Right Protector under Hong Wu's command. Unlike the impulsive Brother Tou, Jin Li appeared with a grim expression and remained silent. His gaze on Zhao Dong held a hint of apprehension.
"Zhao Dong! You dared to kill Lord Hong! Today, I will avenge him and tear you to pieces!" Brother Tou bellowed. With a flick of his right hand, a sharp blade appeared in his grasp.
"Are you sure you want to make a move on me?" Zhao Dong squinted slightly, as if looking at a clown.
"Brother Tou, don't be reckless!" Jin Li hurriedly tried to stop him. "Zhao Dong is the man who killed Kou Hongmin! We are no match for him!"
Then he turned to Zhao Dong. "Zhao Dong, Lord Hong is already dead. The feud between you should be considered settled. Why must you continue to make things difficult for us?"
Zhao Dong laughed. "You are Hong Wu's remnants. If I let you go, wouldn't I be digging my own grave?"
"Submit or die. Choose one."
"Damn it! Fucking poser!" True to his brutish nature, Brother Tou exploded with rage again. "I was trying to be nice, wasn't I? You think you're so tough? Then let's see how you handle a shotgun!"
As he finished speaking, Brother Tou pulled a sawed-off shotgun from his coat and fired it directly at Zhao Dong.
BOOM!
A deafening blast erupted as a great cloud of smoke billowed out. Everyone stared anxiously into it. As the smoke cleared, the scene that met their eyes nearly made them piss their pants in fear.
Somehow, Zhao Dong had appeared right in front of Brother Tou. In a stunning reversal, the shotgun was now in Zhao Dong's hands, its dark muzzle stuffed into Brother Tou's mouth.
No... how did he do that? He's not afraid of bullets?
Dodging bullets is one thing, but to snatch Brother Tou's gun in an instant? You have to understand, Brother Tou is a third-level Great Grandmaster! Not even Kou Hongmin could do that so quickly!
"No... I was wrong, I was wrong..." Completely terrified, Brother Tou begged pitifully for his life.
BANG!
Blood and brain matter splattered onto the onlookers. This was the perfect moment to make an example of someone, so how could Zhao Dong possibly show mercy?
Brother Tou had been arrogant his entire life, taking the most pride in his scarred, bald head. In the end, however, he was left without one.
Such a bloody scene turned everyone deathly pale, none daring to so much as breathe.
Zhao Dong's tiger-like eyes swept over the crowd. Wherever his gaze fell, the men lowered their heads in fear.
Who could have imagined it? A thousand strong men, cowed into submission by a single person, not daring to move an inch.
"Does anyone else object!?"
His voice thundered, powerful and clear.
THUD!
Startled by the booming shout, Jin Li dropped to his knees, his legs trembling uncontrollably. He spun around and yelled at the men behind him, "What the hell are you all standing there for? Hurry up and pay your respects to Brother Dong!"
Jolted by Jin Li's roar, the crowd quickly shouted in deference, "Brother Dong!"
"Brother Dong! Brother Dong! Brother Dong!"
The shouts of a thousand men, like rolling thunder, exploded at the entrance of the nightclub.
Inside and outside the nightclub, countless onlookers were stunned by the scene before them. They couldn't see past the crowd, but they burned with curiosity: who was this Brother Dong, that he could command such respect from Hong Wu's own henchmen?
Jin Li's attitude said it all.
Zhao Dong nodded slightly and walked over to Jin Li.
Jin Li eagerly began to fawn over him. "Brother Dong, from now on, you are our new boss. If you tell us to go east, we will never go west. If you order us to kill, we won't go lighting fires instead!"
"Not bad, but it's still lacking something," Zhao Dong said with a grim smile, grabbing Jin Li by the collar.
His fist slammed into Jin Li's stomach, forcing him to gasp and open his mouth. Seizing the opportunity, Zhao Dong tossed a poison pill inside.
"If you don't take the antidote within seven days, you will die in agony. I am the only one in the world who can cure this poison. If you dare to have second thoughts, I can take your life at any moment."
"Understand!?"
Hearing this, Jin Li was not afraid; on the contrary, he was overjoyed. A shiver of lingering fear went down his spine as he glanced at the headless Brother Tou. Although he had been poisoned, his life now in Zhao Dong's hands, he had at least been allowed to live.
Jin Li knocked his head heavily on the ground. "Rest assured, Brother Dong! I swear to follow you to the death without any second thoughts!"