The Chen family's convoy also had more than a hundred people, and at this moment, thirty or forty of them, all young and strong men, had already disembarked.
One by one, they stood in the middle of the road, wielding hoes and shovels, their faces contorted with malice, spewing vile words.
The leader, a long-haired man with tattoos on his arms and a small scar between his right eyebrows, was the one who spoke arrogantly and domineeringly. He was also the one who ordered the Chen family to take action last year.
The long-haired man gripped a shovel and struck the ground twice, the pebbles, wet with drizzle, making a scraping sound.
The sound of friction accompanied the flying pebbles, which were mostly directed in the direction of Xiao's convoy.
It was as if a fight would break out if the Xiao family didn't back down.
Last year, a similar warning was given, but the young people of the Xiao family refused to accept it and, being young and impetuous, started a fight when provoked.
They lost.
One by one, they were bruised and battered, mocked by the Chen family as if they were grandsons, and forced to retreat several kilometers to make way.
The elders of the Xiao family were heartbroken, ashamed, and remorseful. They hated themselves for not being able to stop the impulsive young man, which not only disgraced their ancestors but also caused them all to be injured.
Therefore, this time, the elders of the Xiao family said they would never let the young people clash with the Chen family again.
"Don't be impulsive. This section of the road is different from last year. It's either a hillside slope or a scree slope. If a fight breaks out, you'll fall down and never be able to get back up. Just give way, it's not a big deal."
"Why should I give way!"
The young men of the Xiao family were full of vigor and hot-bloodedness. Even though they had been defeated once, they would never tolerate the humiliation of retreating before the battle even began.
"The road is wide open and anyone can walk on it. It doesn't belong to them, so why can they walk on it but we can't? They can move back 800 meters and there's an open grassy area where everyone can pass. We have to move back three or four kilometers to find a wide section of road where two cars can pass side by side. We won't move back!"
No refunds!
"No retreat! Fight if you want!"
Even when stopped by the old man, the young people of the Xiao family were not weak in spirit, and their shouts of challenge resounded in all directions.
The Xiao family members who had returned from Longcheng earnestly advised, "Don't be impulsive. The few thugs from the Chen family who are at the forefront have joined a gang in Longcheng, and they have considerable influence. A couple of days ago, they smashed up a newly opened internet cafe, and the internet cafe owner didn't dare to do anything to them."
“That scarred guy over there overturned a fruit stand on Yong'an Street in Longcheng yesterday. The fruit stand owner had to smile and pay protection money, otherwise he wouldn’t have a place to set up his stall. We can’t fight them, so we should back down if we can. If we anger them, we might get a sack over our heads and be beaten to a pulp without even knowing why we’re in the street.”
Moreover, what the Xiao family in Longcheng didn't say was that they only did small businesses to make a living in Longcheng.
If we anger those local thugs here, there will probably be trouble when we get back.
The older generation had naturally considered this as well, and now they were even less likely to let the young people act rashly.
Unexpectedly, Chen Baiqiang, the gang leader from the Chen family's side, saw that the Xiao family was backing down, and shouted even more arrogantly: "Come on if you're not afraid of being crippled!"
"Come and hit me!"
"You Xiao family won't learn your lesson until you're faced with death. We didn't cripple you last year, and you still dare to come to pay respects to our ancestors this year. It seems we need to teach you a profound lesson before you realize whose territory this road is!"
Chen Baiqiang's two henchmen, carrying shovels, mocked the Xiao family, vowing to show them who was in charge of this territory.
"Whose territory?"
A deep, cold sound cleaved through the air.
Xiao Dazhuang and several young members of the Xiao family led the way. The tall and imposing figure of the person who spoke was surrounded by the young members of the Xiao family. He walked leisurely from behind to the front of the group.
The young man from the Xiao family, who had been stopped by the elderly, stopped struggling when he saw the newcomer and simply dragged the old man aside.
"Young people have their own ways of solving problems, so the grandpas and grandmas should just stay on the sidelines and watch."
The enemy and our side are ten meters apart.
The man stopped, his cold gaze sweeping across the area. He casually raised his right hand and twirled it, then clenched his fist, the cracking sound of his knuckles sending chills down one's spine. His thin, razor-sharp lips let out a cold laugh.
"Want to fight?"
The chilling voice, sharp as a knife or a sword, abruptly cleaved through the tense atmosphere, instantly reversing the situation.
The initiative has shifted.
The entire hall was completely silent, deathly still.
Chen Baiqiang looked at the man in front of him, who was wearing a black overcoat and had a casual buzz cut but still exuded an imposing aura, and felt inexplicably frightened. He had just returned from out of town last week and had only recently joined the Longcheng Gang. He didn't know who the man in front of him was at all.
When he came to his senses and wanted to ask his younger brother what was going on, he looked to the side and saw no one there.
The two henchmen were gone.
Look back.
The thirty or forty members of the Chen family all retreated a considerable distance, at least twenty meters away from him.
They put the hoes and shovels they were holding behind their backs, or walked to the roadside to hoe and weed, their movements extremely diligent and serious, and no one had time to look in their direction.
The fighting spirit they had just displayed has completely vanished.
Both of his younger brothers ran to the roadside to dig up tree roots.
Danny Chan wasn't stupid. Realizing that the person in front of him might be someone important, he cleared his throat.
He raised his voice and asked, "Who are you?"
The man parted his thin lips slightly: "Xiao Cheng."
The moment the cold sound fell, the drizzle seemed to be covered with a layer of sharp hail, making Danny Chan feel cold all over.
But... he had never actually heard of Xiao Cheng.
Just as he was about to speak again, the underlings digging up tree roots by the roadside risked their lives to run over, lean close to his ear, and whispered in a trembling voice, "The Xiao family tyrant, the Xinzhen tyrant, and the Pingcheng tyrant are all him—Xiao Cheng!"
Danny Chan was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a moment.
The younger brother thought he still wanted to die, so he quickly continued to reveal more: "The money that the boss lost at He Yongli Casino last year was collected by Xiao Cheng."
"I don't know the specifics. I only saw that last month, Xiao Cheng led a group of people into the gang's main hall. A gunshot rang out. I passed by the window and saw the boss carrying a sack, filling it with money everywhere. He ransacked everything, from tables and chairs to drawers, pillars, beams, and even the corners of the ground."
"In the end, he knelt down to give Xiao Cheng money. The man next to him took the money. Before leaving, the man kicked the boss and knocked out his front tooth."
After hearing his younger brother's words, Danny Chan's face changed from red to green, then from green to white, like a palette of colors shifting back and forth.
He had never heard of the name Xiao Cheng.
But the name "bully" was being talked about all the time in the gang, so he couldn't help but know about it.
"Is Xiao Cheng on the other side a bully?" Chen Baiqiang swallowed hard, unwilling to believe that he had walked into a trap.
I don't want to believe it either, but the fact is right in front of me, the bully is right in front of me: "He is Xiao Cheng, with a buzz cut, a cold-faced killing god."
"Backed by a big boss in Nanshi."
Upon hearing this, Danny Chan's face turned deathly pale, whiter than ashes, and his legs went weak.
The younger brother quickly helped him up and dropped another bombshell: "Brother Qiang, Xiao Cheng is a member of the Xiao clan on the other side."
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