The vehicle traveled for eleven minutes before stopping at the corner park.
When Hou Wenjie got out of the car, several vans were already parked next to him, and dozens of his henchmen, except for those who were seriously injured and hospitalized, had all arrived, each holding an iron rod in their hand.
Some of these people had their heads wrapped up like mummies, some had gaping teeth, and some had bandages on their hands. At first glance, they looked like a group of defeated soldiers.
Everyone fell silent after Hou Wenjie got out of the car.
With one arm still in a sling, Kitagawa Kokenji had the knife firmly bound to the hand with the severed finger using strips of cloth. It was clear that he was indeed a ruthless person.
"President!" Kitagawa Kokenji stepped forward and bowed.
"Hmm!" Hou Wenjie nodded, looked around, then looked into Kitagawa Kokenji's eyes and said:
“Takemoto Atsushi’s men haven’t arrived yet, but according to the information you sent me, they outnumber us and are in better health. Are you confident you can defeat them?”
Kitagawa Kokenji stared directly at Hou Wenjie:
"I have confidence! This time, I, Kitagawa Koken, will fight to the death! As for victory or defeat, only heaven knows!"
As he spoke, he raised the knife that was tied to his body! With his movement, all the henchmen also raised their hands, their hands that were gripping the iron bars were also tightly bound with strips of cloth!
"Fight to the death, never retreat!" "Fight to the death, never retreat!"
The roars were like a tidal wave.
Clearly, compared to Takemoto Atsuki, whom they knew very well, the new president, who brought them all painful setbacks, instilled in them an even stronger belief born of fear and awe!
With him overseeing the battle, there is absolutely no possibility of the Magic Bean Society failing.
Just then, a line of headlights approached from afar, and several vans and a Honda car drove up.
The car was traveling at high speed when it came to an abrupt stop not far from Hou Wenjie and his group. The sound of the tires screeching was particularly jarring in the darkness, highlighting the arrogance of the group.
A large group of people got out of those cars, and by appearances, there were indeed more people than Hou Wenjie's group.
They were dressed in brightly colored clothes, had various tattoos, and colorful hair. Some wore earrings, and some wore nose rings.
Their weapons were different too; some carried baseball bats, some carried chains, some carried machetes—in short, all sorts of things, making them look like a mob.
"Sizzle!" "Sizzle!"
This is a chain belonging to a member of the Takemoto Society; the sound of the iron rod being dragged on the ground is the friction sound.
Atsushi Takemoto, dressed in all white—a white shirt and white trousers—walked at the front of the group, arm in arm with a sexy woman in a red halter top. He had a cigar in his mouth and casually glanced at Hou Wenjie, his face displaying undisguised arrogance.
Takemoto Atsushi stopped about ten meters away from Hou Wenjie.
The charming woman beside him obediently took the cigar out of his mouth.
Takemoto Atsushi chuckled, patted the woman's shoulder, kissed her cheek, and then looked across at Kitagawa Kenji, his gaze fixed on him.
"Kitagawa Kokenji, your Kitagawa Society used to honestly collect your protection fees and maintain a non-aggression-free relationship with our Takemoto Society."
But you're clueless, getting involved in online lending? Don't you know this is our Takemoto-sha's business?
Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Now that you've joined the Takemoto Society and become my subordinate, I'll take over the territory of your Kitagawa Society. I can pretend that what happened before never happened!
Otherwise, with this rabble under your command, you'll suffer a terrible death!
Kitagawa Kenji stared at him coldly, as if he were looking at a dead man:
"After tonight, there will be no more Takemoto-sha!"
Upon hearing Kitagawa Kenji's words, Takemoto Atsushi's expression instantly turned cold. He shoved the woman in his arms away and gritted his teeth, saying:
"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish! Today I'll show you the might of the Takemoto Society!"
As he spoke, he took a machete from his henchman and charged straight at Kitagawa Koken.
Kitagawa Kokenji remained unfazed and charged towards Takemoto Atsuki.
"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"
The two sides clashed instantly.
Blood splattered, clubs were swung wildly, and the sounds of collisions and screams filled the air.
Although the Takemoto Club has more members, the members of the Magic Bean Club are even more fearless!
The two sides clashed, and surprisingly, they were evenly matched, with no clear victor for the time being.
Hou Wenjie knew it was time for him to take the stage.
He walked into the fighting crowd and punched the Takemoto Shaman member in front of him hard in the armpit, causing the man to drop his wooden stick due to the intense pain.
Hou Wenjie picked up a stick and moved with impunity, swinging it left and right, striking the heads, arms, and waists of the members of the Bamboo Society.
After a series of cracking sounds from the sticks, there were cries of agony.
Previously at the Magic Bean Bar, he could easily beat dozens of people with his bare fists. Now, wielding a wooden stick, he is even more formidable.
Wherever the wooden stick passed, groups of members of the Takemoto Society lay sprawled and swaying.
Seeing the president's powerful and domineering fighting style, the members of the Magic Bean Club fought even more bravely!
Before long, the members of Takemoto Society could no longer be seen standing in the open space of the corner park.
A member of the Magic Bean Club, witnessing all this, exclaimed with genuine awe, "The club president is truly an Asian tiger!"
Several members nearby wholeheartedly agreed, and they couldn't help but read it aloud.
"Asian Tiger!" "Asian Tiger!"
The noise started as soft as the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies, and eventually grew as loud as thunder.
Hou Wenjie walked to Kitagawa Kokenji's side. In front of him lay Takemoto Atsushi lying on the ground, his face covered in blood.
Bloodstains still remained on Kitagawa Kokenji's sword. He had used this sword to slash Takemoto Atsushi's arm and cut off half of his right ear.
Takemoto Atsuki looked at Kitagawa Kokenji with fear, and then saw the ruthless man who had just defeated a group of his underlings walking over. Suddenly, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Kitagawa Kenji looked at Hou Wenjie, "President, please make the decision!"
Hou Wenjie looked at him and smiled, "It's a small matter, you can handle it yourself."
Kitagawa Kenji paused for a moment, then nodded. He looked at Takemoto Atsushi, whose face was filled with terror:
"This is Mr. Hou Wenjie, the president of our Magic Bean Society."
Upon hearing this, Takemoto Atsuki's mind raced with countless thoughts. Soon, all those thoughts pieced together a single fact: he finally understood where he had gone wrong.
It turns out that the Beichuan Society had already changed its name to the Magic Bean Society! And the incredibly powerful person in front of them was none other than the president of the Magic Bean Society, Hou Wenjie!
Kitagawa Kokenji's voice was cold as he slowly spoke:
"Now, I'll give you two choices. The first choice is to join the Magic Bean Society, where you'll have a good position and good benefits."
My second option is not to join the Magic Bean Society! I will cut off your other ear, break all four of your limbs, and make you spend the rest of your life lying in bed.
I wonder what Takemoto-kun will choose?
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