Chapter 827 - 803:
Puchi...
With one slash, Bartel’s throat was cut open by Ye Chen. Bartel felt a chill in his throat, and hurriedly reached up to touch it, immediately feeling a gush of scalding blood spurting out. Bartel was shocked and tried to scream, but found he couldn’t make a sound. Quickly, his consciousness blurred, and he found it difficult to breathe.
Bang...
Bartel fell to the ground, raising dust. His body continued to spasm on the ground. Clutching his throat, blood kept gushing from his mouth, his eyes wide like lanterns, staring blankly at Ye Chen, who approached with a smile and said, "Go like this, I’ll take care of the rest!"
Ye Chen reached out and closed Bartel’s eyes, ending his last breath of life.
"Bartel is dead!" Ye Chen exclaimed, raising his arm.
"Roar, roar, Bartel is dead!" Feng Zhixiao immediately shouted with his men. Upon learning of Bartel’s demise, the mafia members, already losing confidence, instantly had their will to fight collapse. The person in charge from Japan was a coward who climbed to the position of team leader through flattery, only to be sent to Shanghai to assist the mafia before even raking in any money. With Bartel dead, he panicked immediately.
"Let’s go! Run quickly!"
"Bartel’s dead, what are we staying for!"
The Japanese were the first to panic; the Yakuza members were no longer what they used to be. When Xiong Tai was around, they were formidable, but now that the Yakuza had split in two, their morale was scattered, and no one wanted to continue fighting.
As soon as the Japanese fled, it led to a disheartened retreat throughout the larger force. The mafia, after struggling for more than ten minutes, scattered abruptly, each person frantically running towards the rear. They all knew that there were defensive fortifications in Golden Bridge Town, and some soldiers were likely ambushed there, so they ran towards it.
"Brothers, don’t let them escape, chase them!" Feng Zhixiao waved his arm. Everyone rushed out.