Chapter 92: Kill Them All
Half an hour later, Gao Fei’s dance hall gathered more than sixty people, most of whom were Gao Fei’s men, and more than twenty were Li Zhijun’s men.
“When the fight starts, don’t shrink back.” Gao Fei said in a low voice to Li Zhijun.
“Don’t worry, I’ve long disliked him too.” Li Zhijun smiled in response.
Gao Fei’s courage bolstered, and he said to the henchmen behind him: “Grab your weapons, let’s go!”
The group immediately charged aggressively straight to the dance hall on Chen Wujun’s turf.
The henchman at the door saw this scene and was immediately startled, hurriedly shouting inside: “Tell Brother Jun, Li Dong is here to make trouble.”
While having someone call to notify, he also closed the door.
However, Gao Fei kicked the door open with one foot, and the wooden door flew straight into the room.
“What does your Li Dong want to do? Want to start a war? Sister Sha Jiu and Brother Jun won’t let you off!” The henchman in charge mustered his courage and stepped forward.
“Poaching my people, does your He Tu have any rules? Tell Chen Wujun to come out and talk!” Gao Fei stepped forward and kicked the henchman back with one foot, his gaze sweeping into the venue, where he saw a dancer on the stage looking panicked and fearful—it was the one poached from his own dance hall.
“Drag them over to me! Do they really think they can come and go from my place as they please?”
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“The forms of energy are divided into kinetic energy, potential energy, thermal energy, chemical energy, light energy, a total of six kinds…” Ah Qi opened the science teaching material and read to Chen Wujun.
“What kind of energy is a magnetic field? What kind of energy is bioelectricity?” Chen Wujun immediately asked back.
“A magnetic field is not a kind of energy, but a carrier. Bioelectricity counts as a kind of chemical energy…” Ah Qi immediately explained.
Although Chen Wujun had a weak academic foundation, he asked a lot of questions, so Ah Qi had to prepare a lot of lessons each time; recently, she had reviewed all of junior high school courses.
Chen Wujun was about to ask more when the mobile phone on the side suddenly rang.
“Brother Jun, trouble—Gao Fei brought people and attacked.” The other end of the phone was a noisy environment, with Ah Fei’s urgent voice.
Hearing this news, Chen Wujun’s eyes immediately flashed with murderous light.
“Gao Fei, Fire Dragon’s man? I haven’t gone to provoke him yet, but he comes to provoke me first—who gave him the courage?”
These days, Ah Qi felt that Chen Wujun was actually a decent person, very eager to learn, and sometimes thought he had just taken a wrong turn into the gang.
However, at this moment, the murderous light in Chen Wujun’s eyes made Ah Qi feel a ferocious aura rushing at her, her whole body hair standing on end, throat dry, not daring to make a sound.
“Have people prepare the weapons.” Chen Wujun hung up the phone, stood up, and said as he walked out: “We’ll read tomorrow.”
With that, he went out the door.
Ah Qi’s father heard the sound, opened the room door and came out: “Why is he leaving so early today?”
“Seems like he’s going to chop someone.” Ah Qi wiped the sweat from her forehead; she had always thought talk of people’s aura was exaggerated.
But just now, she really felt a ferocious might rushing at her.
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‘These days I’ve been preparing to deal with Harris and Ji Xiang, didn’t intend to stir up trouble.’ Chen Wujun went downstairs with a grim face.
‘But I don’t stir up trouble, yet someone wants to stir me up.’
‘Have I been too low-key lately, making them underestimate me?’
‘Just as well, I’ve always thought half a street is too little—today I’ll go kill Gao Fei and take the whole street.’
‘He’s the one who came to me making trouble; even if I kill him, Fire Dragon can’t say anything. Senior Sister always says to be justified—this is justified.’
‘Fire Dragon… don’t know how strong Fire Dragon is, but definitely not as strong as Harris…’
Chen Wujun walked along with these thoughts in mind, arriving near the gambling den.
“Brother Jun! Everyone’s ready. Should we notify Sister Sha Jiu?” Ah Fei brought people over, with nearly 20 people behind him.
Curry, Li Wei, and Fa Zai were all there.
All holding clubs and cleavers.
“No need! Let’s go.”
Chen Wujun was confident that even if he wasn’t a match for Fire Dragon, he could retreat unscathed from under his hand, so no need to notify Sister Sha Jiu now.
Besides, Fire Dragon might not even show up.
The group followed Chen Wujun aggressively to Long Gang Road; Gao Fei immediately got the news and came out from inside the dance hall with Li Zhijun and their men. Gao Fei was dragging a disheveled dancer whose face was covered in blood, begging bitterly: “Brother Fei, spare me, I was wrong, I’ll go back tomorrow…”
Gao Fei looked at Chen Wujun approaching with his men and said coldly: “Chen Wujun, your people crossed the line, poaching from my place, taking away all my top dancers—should I do business or not? Do you have any rules?”
“Your people left because you manage poorly and can’t keep them. You come to my turf making trouble, then you’re asking for death myself—today I’ll kill you.” Chen Wujun kept walking, his ferocious aura growing stronger.
“So fierce, trying to scare me? You think I’m scared?” Gao Fei sneered, turning his head to the side:
“Li Zhijun, what do you say?”
“This matter is indeed your He Tu crossing the line first, no rules. You think only you can poach, others can’t? Then no one can do business anymore.” Li Zhijun stepped out from the side, looking at Chen Wujun with amusement.
With him and Gao Fei, two of them, he wanted to see what Chen Wujun could do today.
Moreover, he already had people watching A Hao and Cun Bao’s turf—if they moved, he’d get the news immediately.
“Li Zhijun? Just a roadside nobody.” Chen Wujun recognized this subordinate of Wen Long.
Seeing the two opposite him, he immediately understood their plan.
“If you didn’t come, fine—but since you’re here, now I’ll kill you both!” Chen Wujun grinned ferociously, stomped his foot, and pounced out like a tiger descending the mountain, startling the two.
The two didn’t expect Chen Wujun to be so aggressive, facing both of them without a word, just attacking right away.
‘You dare make a move, then I’ll use this chance to kill you.’ Cold intent flashed in Li Zhijun’s eyes.
Chen Wujun lunged forward to the two, his arm like a great spear, sleeve snapping loudly as it struck toward Gao Fei.
Gao Fei hurriedly retreated a step, lifting his leg like a cannonball blasting out.
Though he was a bit cowardly before, when fighting, he wasn’t sloppy.
His strength wasn’t as good as Yu Wei’s, but not weaker than Cun Bao or A Hao.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Li Zhijun swung both arms like two great hammers toward Chen Wujun’s head and chest.
Chen Wujun suddenly withdrew a step, inhaled sharply, his whole body seeming to expand a circle, growing larger, one hand blocking Li Zhijun’s punch to his head, ignoring the punch to his chest, instead advancing with progressive pierce palm, trading injury for injury with Li Zhijun.
With Tiger Roar Golden Bell Shield on his body, he had no intention of entangling with both, but to focus all power to kill one first.
Li Zhijun was startled inside, thinking Chen Wujun’s target was Gao Fei, but instead turned to him immediately, not blocking or dodging, trading injury for injury.
At this point, it was too late to withdraw; a surge of ferocity rose in his heart.
“Two of us, one of you—you want to trade injuries, let’s see who dies!”
He put all his strength into this punch, smashing straight into Chen Wujun’s chest.
Thud!
Li Zhijun felt something wrong the moment his punch landed on Chen Wujun’s chest, but before he could think, while Chen Wujun took the punch solidly, his fingers pierced into Li Zhijun’s chest like a knife, then hooked his breastbone to yank outward.
Li Zhijun immediately howled in agony, panic overwhelming him.
Gao Fei beside him was also startled, knowing he couldn’t retreat now, stepped forward with a whip kick sweeping horizontally toward Chen Wujun.
But Chen Wujun grabbed Li Zhijun’s arm with one hand, pulled his other hand from the chest wound, swept his foot, twisted his hand, using Li Zhijun as a shield in front of him, then five fingers like knives stabbed into Li Zhijun’s lower back.
Even Yu Wei couldn’t withstand Chen Wujun’s palm, let alone Li Zhijun.
Li Zhijun’s lower back throbbed with intense pain, nearly deflating him; he gritted his teeth to struggle, but suddenly a tiger roar sounded in his ear. Already gravely injured and mind in chaos, this roar shook most of his vital energy, making even his struggles feeble.
Chen Wujun’s palm went in half an inch more, feeling something, fingers squeezing hard, crushing it directly.
Li Zhijun’s body immediately tensed up.
Chen Wujun knew Li Zhijun was just one breath from death, withdrew his hand and retreated a step, then kicked Li Zhijun’s spine.
Bang! Crack!
Li Zhijun flew toward Gao Fei like a cannonball.
Gao Fei saw Li Zhijun flying over like a broken bag and didn’t dare catch him, jumping aside.
With Li Zhijun’s help before, he had some courage, but who thought Li Zhijun couldn’t even take one move and was crippled.
Seeing Chen Wujun so fierce and brutal, his mind buzzed, completely thrown into panic.
Chen Wujun suddenly roared with tiger roar, expelling that breath, along with the bloody qi from his throat.
It looked like he easily took Li Zhijun’s punch relying on Golden Bell Shield, but Li Zhijun’s punch had over a thousand pounds of punching power.
Chen Wujun’s blood and flesh, bones, and organs had all been tempered before; he also channeled vital energy to his chest, proactively meeting it, not letting the opponent’s force fully exert, thus only sustaining minor injuries.
Hearing this tiger roar, Gao Fei, already panicked, completely lost his courage, feet retreating nonstop, only one thought in his mind:
“Run, must run!”
Then he turned and fled.
But the street wasn’t wide, and his henchmen behind blocked his way.
Chen Wujun wouldn’t give him a chance to escape; back muscles drove his legs, two bounds and he caught up to Gao Fei.
Body arched and sprang, launching progressive pierce palm.
Gao Fei could only twist his body, crossing arms to block, while raising knee to top the abdomen, trying to force Chen Wujun back.
At the same time, two loyal henchmen nearby instinctively swung iron rods with whistling wind toward Chen Wujun.
Chen Wujun’s skin was flushed all over, ignoring the iron rods from both sides, foot turning to circle behind Gao Fei, flipping one henchman flying out.
Simultaneously, body twisting, backhand spitting palm strike toward Gao Fei’s waist.
At that moment, an iron rod smashed onto Chen Wujun’s shoulder, but he ignored it completely, while that henchman was shaken numb in the tiger mouth.
Gao Fei knew it was bad when Chen Wujun circled behind him, body lunging forward to dodge the backhand spitting palm, but lost his chance to escape.
One side was Chen Wujun’s henchmen, Ah Fei and others holding cleavers and iron rods, eyeing him menacingly, the other side Chen Wujun.
His own subordinates were all blocked outside.
“Chop him to death for me!” Gao Fei trembled inside and shouted loudly.
But Chen Wujun turned and kicked one person, that henchman’s chest shattering completely, pushing those behind back several steps.
Chen Wujun used that force to pounce straight at Gao Fei.
Both hands like two whips swung down one after another.
Li Wei behind had his pupils shrink—this was clearly his Tong Bei Quan’s chain strikes and throws.
But Chen Wujun didn’t use reclining ox strength, lacking a downward force.
Tong Bei Quan has hands like iron, wrists like cotton, arms like leather whips, drawing out a crisp explosive power.
While Chen Wujun used spine bounce and spring and waist twist power, similarly achieving force through four extremities.
He already had great strength, mobilizing vital energy made arms hard as iron, using Tong Bei Quan’s chain throws and strikes, the power majestic and brutal, clearly two steel whips.
Striking with whistling wind, giving the feeling that whoever blocks dies.
Seeing this might, how could Gao Fei dare block?
He jumped aside with his foot, but Chen Wujun continued turning to sweep horizontally, two arms flying up and down, leaving Gao Fei nowhere to dodge, only gritting teeth to block with both arms.
Just on contact, Gao Fei felt his arms whipped by steel whips, painful as if broken; after blocking two, he couldn’t lift them.
And Chen Wujun’s third strike whipped onto his head.
Snap!
Gao Fei’s skull was shattered by this whip.
