The show was on, and seeing the large group of people, the crowd of onlookers instantly erupted.
"Wow, this is Baoguo, he really has some presence."
"So arrogant, bringing so many people at once. If a fight breaks out, who can stop them?"
"They arrived too quickly, it's clearly premeditated, they intend to shut this place down. This casino probably won't be able to operate anymore."
"Exactly, one mountain cannot hold two tigers. Luogang is only this big. If Hongxing wants to open a place, how can they tolerate others stealing their business? This boss is in trouble."
"Hmph, you guys underestimate the boss here too much. Do you know Yang Jian? He's the awesome guy who defeated Liu Ming and Pan Wenbin. Even Old Gui has to give him some respect. Baoguo is far from those three big shots. Would Yang Jian be afraid of him?"
"I've heard Yang Jian is very powerful, but no matter how good he is at fighting, he can't handle so many people, right?"
"Just wait and see. Yang Jian isn't a softie who backs down easily. Even if he can't win today, unless Baoguo cripples or kills him, he'll face endless pursuit. Liu Ming is a living example. In terms of combat power, five Baoguos couldn't beat Yang Jian. He can't always be alone, can he?"
"That makes sense. Yang Jian is too terrifying. I heard he traveled a thousand miles with just two people to rescue his cousin from local dark forces, and they came back unscathed. If this kind of terrifying combat power launches a lone wolf style attack, neither Baoguo nor Hongxing can stop them."
Baoguo naturally couldn't hear the discussions in the crowd. He was too surprised today. His capable subordinate, Er Ping, with five men and a firearm, had failed to subdue Song Jianhao and was instead detained by him.
He and Hongxing had originally planned to open their casino on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year because they had to visit big bosses of both the underworld and the legitimate world in the South China Sea. However, before they even returned home, they heard that Song Jianhao was putting on a show and opening a casino, attracting all the kiln bosses returning from the South China Sea.
So, he remotely instructed Er Ping to open the casino on the sixth day and simultaneously sabotage Song Jianhao's operation. They then rushed back. They only arrived home an hour ago and hadn't had much time to understand the actual situation on Song Jianhao's side.
In his impression, Song Jianhao was a smooth operator who was also a bit timid, someone who would back down with a little pressure. He would either disband his operation, open a small place, or hand it over to them in exchange for some benefits.
Er Ping's detention was something he never expected.
What he also didn't expect was that their convoy was stopped.
Inside the ancestral hall gate, four young men stood in a line, blocking the entrance. Two of them held firearms on either side, while a burly young man in the middle held a cleaver, glaring menacingly.
The most conspicuous was the tall young man in the middle. He held a steel telescopic baton in his right hand and rested his left hand on Er Ping's head, his eyes radiating a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.
Er Ping was in a miserable state at this moment, kneeling at the entrance of the ancestral hall, sweating profusely. His pants had been soaked twice. He now knew that the big guy standing behind him was Yang Jian. He deeply regretted not sending people to scout the area beforehand. If he had known Yang Jian was guarding the place, he wouldn't have dared to come looking for trouble even if beaten to death.
The reason they had fled to the South China Sea in the first place was their fear of retaliation from Yang Jian. Unexpectedly, they had fallen into his hands again.
"Bang."
Before Baoguo could take two steps, Biao Biao fired his five-shot shotgun towards them. However, the muzzle was pointed slightly upwards, and this type of steel ball gun had little lethality beyond ten meters, so no one was injured.
But that shot terrified everyone. The crowd instantly panicked and started to retreat.
Even the men Baoguo brought were stunned. Half of them dropped their cleavers and fled. It was a joke; the other side had firearms and actually dared to shoot. Who wasn't afraid of death? They had only come with Baoguo to make up the numbers and play along. They hadn't intended to fight at all.
Baoguo was slightly calmer but didn't dare to step forward. His companions also had firearms, but no one dared to actually fire them; they were meant for intimidation.
"Who the hell are you? Release my brother immediately, or none of you will leave this ancestral hall."
Baoguo had never seen Yang Jian, and he didn't recognize any of the four people opposite him.
Biao Biao blew on the muzzle of his gun. "Take another step forward if you dare, and see if I'm afraid to kill you. You want the guy? Bring a hundred thousand yuan. This kid lost a hundred thousand and tried to renege, even threatening us with a gun. Do you really think we're made of mud?"
These words were incredibly arrogant and put Baoguo in a difficult position. As the most powerful boss in Chengguan, being threatened in front of so many people was a huge loss of face. But he really didn't dare to step forward, unsure of their capabilities. What if they were lunatics, and he ended up dead here?
"Kid, don't be arrogant. Do you know who I am? Even if I give you a hundred thousand today, would you dare to accept it? I can guarantee that even if you leave this ancestral hall today, you'll have no place to stand in the entire Xinhe District from now on."
Before Baoguo could finish speaking, Yang Jian struck Er Ping's left arm with his baton.
Er Ping let out a scream and collapsed on the ground, writhing in pain.
"Brother Bao, save me! Hurry and have my brother send the money! They're a bunch of lunatics. If they don't get the money soon, they'll cripple me."
Seeing Er Ping's miserable state, Baoguo was stunned. The other side didn't take his threats seriously at all, and their methods were ruthless, acting without any hesitation.
He had encountered a tough opponent. This situation was difficult to handle. Backing down in front of thousands of people would be a huge embarrassment for him, Baoguo, but he didn't dare to step forward and snatch his man.
"Damn, Yang Jian is too awesome. Just four people have controlled the scene. He's truly a ruthless character."
"This is too exciting, the most interesting show this year."
"As expected of the one who crippled Liu Ming, Yang Jian's moves are too vicious. This kid named Er Ping is probably going to be crippled too."
"Alas, this is the martial world. The most formidable people will always encounter someone even more formidable. Baoguo has really kicked a steel plate today. Let's see how he resolves this."
The crowd was overwhelmingly in favor of Yang Jian. The scene was too shocking; four people had forced forty men to not dare to take a single step forward.
"Who exactly are you? Where is Song Jianhao? Tell him to come out and talk."
Baoguo had no choice but to threaten Song Jianhao. He was a soft persimmon, easily manipulated.
"Brother Bao, stop talking! Hurry and have my brother send the money! He is Yang Jian! We can't beat him."
Er Ping once again felt Yang Jian's intense killing intent and hurriedly warned Baoguo, lest his right hand be broken.
"Yang Jian?"
Baoguo's head buzzed. His mind went blank. How could he run into this jinx? No wonder he was so ruthless. He was too careless. Why didn't that idiot Er Ping scout the place beforehand? If he had known Yang Jian was guarding it, he would never have interfered with this casino.