A Chao, who had been rushing ahead, immediately stopped. After his subordinates charged ahead of him, he turned and fled.
The four experts had been dealt with within seconds of entering. The twenty-plus men he brought were likely not enough to even fill their teeth. If he didn't leave now, his fate might be the same as Cheng Guang.
He sprinted back to the SUV at a hundred-meter dash pace. After closing the car door, he let out a sigh of relief. Turning to look in the direction of the chess and card hall, he immediately felt fortunate for his decisive choice.
Because half of the twenty-plus brothers he brought were already down. The remaining dozen or so were being chased and scattered by four young men, all similarly wielding two extendable batons.
The intelligence was flawed. The opponent wasn't just Yang Wu. Judging by the movements of these individuals, they were all professionally trained personnel. Each of them possessed combat effectiveness no less than Yang Wu's.
This shocked A Chao greatly. Yang Wu alone made Master Fo extremely wary. How could there be three more formidable figures now?
This place was no longer safe. Since Yang Wu and Master Fo were at odds, he might become cannon fodder. With these formidable individuals around, Master Fo wouldn't have an easy time either.
After a moment of hesitation, A Chao didn't wait for his brothers who were about to run over. He stepped on the accelerator, and the SUV shot onto the main road like an arrow loosed from a bowstring, heading straight for the highway entrance out of the city.
He had no intention of returning. He would find a wife and have children in his hometown, start a small business honestly, and never mix with the underworld again. It was too damn dangerous.
"A Feng, are you guys injured?"
Yang Jian, who had chased them to the roadside, turned back to the entrance of the chess and card hall. Seeing A Feng and the other two also running back, panting, he asked with concern.
A Feng patted his chest. "No, these weaklings crumbled at the first touch. They have no combat power. But they are quite fast runners."
"That's good. Let's go inside and see which divine being decided to make a move on us."
Yang Jian glanced at the dozen or so people groaning on the ground and turned to enter the chess and card hall. He felt that the four were the main characters of the night, and the people outside were just filling the numbers.
The card players had all retreated outside the door by this time, but they hadn't left. They stood a short distance away, watching the excitement. This was more thrilling than the gang fights in Hong Kong movies.
Seeing that Yang Jian and the other three had the situation under control, Fang Hai did not retreat. He led Ma Yuan and others back into the store to guard the four attackers.
As soon as Yang Jian entered, without a word, he swung his extendable baton and broke the legs of the four. These kinds of people were dangerous; he couldn't give them a chance for revenge.
The chess and card hall immediately echoed with pig-like screams. It was estimated that half of Liuqiao Village could hear them.
Fang Hai and the others standing by were dumbfounded. They knew Yang Jian was fierce in fights, but they didn't expect him to be so brutal. The opponents had no ability to resist, yet he continued to beat them mercilessly.
"Stop howling. Tell me, who sent you, or I'll cripple your hands too."
Yang Jian pressed the extendable baton to the forehead of the man with the scar.
"Son of a bitch, kill me if you dare."
The scarred man remained defiant. He still hadn't figured out how he and his companions were taken down. The intelligence provided by Master Fo and A Chao was severely flawed. Besides the target, Yang Wu, the people next to him were all experts. They had taken down all of them in one move.
Yang Jian sneered and hit the scarred man's elbow joints twice with the baton.
The scarred man screamed again, curling up on the ground and rolling incessantly, tears streaming down his face from the pain.
"You tell me, who sent you?"
Yang Jian pointed the baton at another young man.
This young man was scared. "I'll tell you, I'll tell you. We are Master Fo's people. Please spare me. I was just following orders. I was wrong, and I'll never dare again."
"Brother, please spare us. We'll never dare to come again."
The other two also clasped their hands together and pleaded incessantly. They were all terrified by Yang Jian's ferocity. A wise man knows when to yield to circumstances. Their legs were already broken, and it was unknown if they would be crippled. If their hands were also crippled, they would rather be dead than alive.
"Where is Master Fo now?"
"We don't know. Master Fo hired us from our hometown with money. We only arrived two days ago and have been staying at a hotel. We only met Master Fo once. We really don't know where he is."
"Then who led the team tonight?"
"A Chao. I only know his name is A Chao. He said he participated in two attacks on you. We don't know anything else."
Yang Jian didn't recognize anyone named A Chao, but he had some impression of the person who escaped during the first attack on him and Ma Yuan. It was likely that guy.
"A Feng, drag them out. Little Fang, contact your brother. I want to meet him. Little Ma, prepare to close up, we're leaving."
Such a commotion would surely prompt someone to call the police. This place was not meant to be lingered in. Yang Jian grabbed the scarred man by the collar and dragged him towards the door.
A Feng and the others didn't say anything. Each grabbed one person and threw them out of the chess and card hall.
Ma Yuan quickly pulled down the rolling shutter, locked it, and quickly left behind Yang Jian and the others.
At the entrance of Jiarong Residential Area, Fang Zhicheng, who had just come out of his house, met Yang Jian and the others. Both sides parked their cars and got out to meet at the entrance of the garage.
"Little Yang, what's going on? Fang Hai told me you were attacked?"
Fang Zhicheng looked Yang Jian and the others up and down. Finding that none of them were injured, he finally felt relieved.
Yang Jian asked Ma Yuan to carry the money from selling lottery tickets into the residential area, instructing him not to come out and to be ready to answer the phone.
"Brother Cheng, Master Fo sent people to get me, but we counter-attacked."
Yang Jian briefly recounted what had just happened.
"Little Yang, you're amazing. You guys came out unscathed against so many people. Master Fo has lost troops and generals again. The medical expenses alone will be a huge loss."
Fang Zhicheng had actually heard a rough account from Fang Hai on the phone, but he was still shocked. He hadn't expected the combat effectiveness of A Feng and the other two to be so strong. No wonder they could run such a large casino in their hometown.
However, Yang Jian frowned. "Brother Cheng, do you know where Master Fo lives?"
"You want to deal with Master Fo now?"
"I don't like to delay revenge. He has attacked me repeatedly, and I can't tolerate it anymore. He wants my life, and I can't let him have another chance to attack me."
"Master Fo has several residences, all in well-managed communities. It's impossible to get in at this hour."
"Then does he have any important industries? We can disrupt them and force him out."
Yang Jian knew that those high-end communities were indeed difficult to enter, with cameras everywhere. So, he didn't plan to make a move there.
Fang Zhicheng immediately replied, "Yes. Besides controlling the fruit market, Master Fo's biggest source of income comes from Fenghuang Street."
"Fenghuang Street? Does he have businesses there?"
"He not only controls the entire liquor business on Fenghuang Street but also has a nightclub there. The nightclub is said to be managed by his mistress, and he spends most of his time there. It's just unknown if he's there now."
"Is that so? Then take us to see the layout of Fenghuang Street."
Having a target made things easier. Yang Jian decided to act that night. Even if he couldn't find Master Fo, he would make him bear his wrath.