361: Chapter 355: Cannot Withstand a Single Blow 361: Chapter 355: Cannot Withstand a Single Blow A pair of eyes gleamed with ferocity as Ye Shihuan stared intently at the direction the taxi had departed.
Only after the taxi had completely vanished from his sight, did he turn around.
“Brother Hao, you let that taxi driver go just like that.
Aren’t you worried he might cause trouble for us?” he said with slight dissatisfaction, curling his lips as he looked at Zhang Zihao.
“Is it so abnormal for a taxi driver to have gang connections?”
“He himself is not clean, what kind of trouble could he bring us?”
“Besides, Xiangjiang is a society governed by the rule of law.
Everything is about evidence.
The law doesn’t stipulate that we can’t come to this place at night!”
“As for the objects you guys are holding, who can prove they are weapons, not toy guns?” Zhang Zihao explained with a smile, patting Ye Shihuan’s shoulder.
“Alright, whatever you say goes!”
“Although we’re from two groups, here in this team, Brother Hao, you are the helmsman!” Ye Shihuan responded with a noncommittal shrug.
He was always quite measured.
Even if he sometimes disagreed with Zhang Zihao, he knew that a team could only have one voice.
The joining of two groups was originally for the sake of doing a big business.
It would definitely not be wise to have conflicts arise between the groups before the business even started.
“Brother Hao, what about the two guys who entered the abandoned factory?”
“Do you want them dead or alive?” No longer discussing the taxi driver, Ye Shihuan deliberately shifted the topic, pointing to the abandoned factory’s gate a dozen steps away as he spoke.
“Let’s try to take them alive if possible.
If it can be done, I want them to cough up the eight million they stole, with interest,” Zhang Zihao responded, furrowing his brows slightly.
Mention of those two brought an itch of hatred to his teeth.
However, from his words, it was clear he was still very lucid, not allowing rage to cloud his judgment and lose his reason.
“Brother Huan, those two must have sensed us following them.”
“They ran to this secluded place, possibly to deliberately lure us here.”
“Let’s go in, everyone be careful!” After a pause, Zhang Zihao spoke again, giving instructions.
That big guy who claimed the surname Bai, his prowess astonishing, was still vivid in Zhang Zihao’s memory.
If it had been just themselves, even if they had found the big guy’s whereabouts, he would probably have taken the long view and not recklessly approached him directly.
But with Ye Shihuan’s group here, the situation was definitely different.
After all, these guys were all armed, their firepower striking.
No matter how tough that big guy with the surname Bai was, in the face of firearms, wouldn’t he still fall to a gunshot?
Entering through the main gate led to a desolate courtyard.
Broken bricks and old furniture were strewn about, making the place look incredibly chaotic.
Zhang Zihao, Ye Shihuan, and the others had just stepped into the area.
Under the dim night light, before they could even get a clear look at the courtyard’s interior, a thunderous roar exploded in their ears.
“Put your hands on your head and kneel down, you’re surrounded!” The voice of the roar undoubtedly belonged to Bai Xiaohang.
At this moment, he held a rust-spotted, over one-meter-long steel pipe, standing a dozen steps away from Zhang Zihao and the others.
Having recognized Zhang Zihao, his face was brimming with amusement.
“Mainland bastard, you’re looking for death…” Among them, naturally, the quickest to react was undoubtedly Ye Shihuan.
Upon seeing Bai Xiaohang, he raised his gun, ready to pull the trigger.
His henchmen, upon seeing Ye Shihuan like this, reacted, though a moment too late, but similarly lifted their firearms.
“Bang…
bang…
bang…” Several gunshots rang out, almost without any interval.
No matter if it was Ye Shihuan or his few other men, the guns they held were already flying out of their hands.
The arm that held the gun, though shot in different spots, was equally bloody.
The shooter was naturally Tian Mingjian, who was lying in ambush, backing up Bai Xiaohang.
To be called Gun God, his shooting skills had already reached the state of Divine Transformation.
Barehanded, against him, one Bai Xiaohang might be able to beat him up so badly he’d be looking for teeth all over the ground.
But, with a gun in his hand, ten Bai Xiaohangs together would not stand a chance; in the blink of an eye, they would be cleanly slaughtered by him.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve, I already told you that you’re surrounded by me.
I told you to put your hands on your head and squat down quickly.”
“And you just had to be unyielding, thinking of resisting by force?”
“What, you think just because we’re few that we can’t mess with you because you’re many?”
Dragging an old rusted steel pipe across the ground with a screeching noise, Bai Xiaohang approached without hurry, stopping a few steps in front of the group.
His gaze swept past the wounded arms of Ye Shihuan and his men, landing directly on Zhang Zihao.
“Brother Hao, the last time we parted, I told you to give me a shout when you’re ready to make a big deal!”
“I’ve just arrived in Xiangjiang, and you’ve already come knocking.”
“Tell me honestly, are you about to make a big deal?”
“Don’t worry, if you tell me this information willingly, and you make some money on the big deal, I’ll only rob eighty percent and leave you with some hard-earned cash!”
With a radiant smile, Bai Xiaohang walked up to Zhang Zihao, grabbed his hair, and dragged him out.
Zhang Zihao struggled desperately, but in vain; even using every ounce of his strength, he couldn’t move Bai Xiaohang’s arm in the slightest.
Seeing their boss being dragged away by Bai Xiaohang, one of his subordinates couldn’t contain his anger and prepared to pounce towards Bai Xiaohang.
Unfortunately, in the next moment, a gunshot sounded, and his leg gained a bullet hole.
Unstable, he fell straight to the ground.
With this example before them, the others, including Ye Shihuan and his men, dared not make any further rash moves.
“Master Bai, I, I, I…” Zhang Zihao’s face turned red to his ears, seemingly wanting to beg for mercy but not knowing how to begin.
“What do you mean, ‘I’?
I told you last time, when you’re out in the underworld, you must admit when you’re wrong, and stand straight when you’re beaten.”
“I’m teaching you to have the right view on life and you’re still not convinced, is that it?”
Releasing the hand that was holding Zhang Zihao’s hair, Bai Xiaohang casually slapped his cheek and continued with a smile.
Zhang Zihao’s face had turned the color of liver, completely clueless about how to respond.
“See, I knew you wouldn’t accept it.”
“How does the saying go?
‘Beauty is justice, and the fist is the truth.'”
“Competing in looks, even a blind person knows you’re not as handsome as me.”
“And if it’s about fighting, I can give you a chance, come on, let’s have a fair fight…”
Waving his fist as large as a casserole, Bai Xiaohang gave a grin and said.
This guy was purely making fun of Zhang Zihao and his men.
With Tian Mingjian, the Gun God, backing him up, he’d dare to take on all these men alone, as long as they didn’t use firearms.
Head hanging low, Zhang Zihao stayed silent.
To have a one-on-one with Bai Xiaohang?
Why would he inflict such suffering on himself?
He wasn’t that foolish!
“Just comparing fists, then come on, I’ll have a one-on-one with you.
Do you dare?” The speaker was Ye Shihuan.
A ferocious man by nature, even with an injured arm, Ye Shihuan glared mercilessly at Bai Xiaohang.
With that godlike marksman watching, he really dared not move rashly, not wanting to be hit by more gunshots.
But now, with Bai Xiaohang wanting a fair fight barehanded, wasn’t this Ye Shihuan’s chance?
In his eyes, if he could find an opportunity to subdue Bai, perhaps he could make the sharpshooter in hiding hesitate to act.