Chapter 664 - 643:
Facing the increasingly chaotic domestic forces, the voices of the people seemed to be getting louder. In Tongzhou City, the morale of the Mad Dragon Gang was soaring, and many people, especially the vendors, were extremely dissatisfied with the existence of the Mad Dragon Gang. Although the Heavenly Reversal Gang used to collect protection money, they never did it so ruthlessly. According to the old standard of the Heavenly Reversal Gang, stores were charged five hundred yuan per month, and ordinary street stalls one hundred yuan. But now that the Mad Dragon Gang had taken over, in a brazen money-grab, they shamelessly tripled the rates.
"You’re charging 1,500 a month, why the hell don’t you just rob us!" a store owner angrily glared at the door where the Mad Dragon Gang’s little brothers, armed with knives and clubs, stood.
"Shit, 1,500 is the rule, what’s the problem? If you don’t pay, shut your shop, or better yet, don’t bother opening it again!" the Mad Dragon Gang little brother, under the leadership of the tattooed man, besieged the rice shop intending to make an example of the defiant business.
The tattooed man wielding Guan Gong’s big knife stood at the forefront, while several little brothers armed with pipes and steel rods were exceedingly arrogant. They shouted, "Motherfucker, pay up quickly, or prepare to close your shop tomorrow!"
"I tell you, even if I die, I won’t pay this money!" The shop owner turned around, pulled out a kitchen knife from the kitchen, and stood valiantly at the doorway, roaring, "Today, I’m risking my life, and you bastards aren’t going to step foot inside!"
"Shit, brothers, take him down!" The leader with the big saber immediately charged with Guan Gong’s Saber, not realizing that the shop owner was actually a practitioner. He dodged the tattooed man’s attack and then struck a vicious blow to the man’s arm with a horizontal slash, and spoke coldly, "Kid, your granddad ain’t so easy to deal with!"
Hisss...
The tattooed man sucked in a breath of cold air. The blade had cut through his flesh, but fortunately, the shop owner wielded a kitchen knife that wasn’t very sharp, and the blade was damaged, so the wound wasn’t particularly severe. The tattooed man felt the wound, then stuck it in his mouth, seething with anger, "Bastard, you dare to strike me, today I will kill you!"
Having said that, more than a dozen people rushed up at once.
"Shit, you dare to touch my boss!" One of the youngsters flew up with a kick, the Rice Shop Owner dodged, and laid the knife on the kid’s shoulder with a stab. The boy could not stand, wailed in agony, and the Rice Shop Owner’s performance was impressive, earning applause and cheers from the surrounding shop owners, who shouted, "Old Dong, go for it, take down those bastard kids, god damn it, let them know we business folk aren’t to be messed with!"
"Right, take them down!"
"Show them the spirit of our Three Miles and Eighteen Bends!"