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"Stop!"
Just as both parties were in chaos, a strong shout resonated from the hall, reaching outside. A robust middle-aged man stepped out of the hall, a Chinese cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, gray smoke slowly dispersing around him. The man squinted his eyes and suddenly shot a piercing gaze at Zhang Qiu, asking, "Are you Zhang Qiu?"
"Yes, I am Zhang Qiu." Zhang Qiu assessed the middle-aged man speaking to him. The man's physique was solid, with prominent veins on his exposed arms. He had a slightly receding hairline and a round face full of flesh. His eyes revealed a decisive ruthlessness that made Zhang Qiu feel uneasy under his scrutiny.
The middle-aged man leisurely exhaled a smoke ring and said slowly, "I am the Chen Hu you are looking for."
So he is Chen Hu; my guess was correct. Finally, you have shown yourself. Zhang Qiu fixed his gaze on Chen Hu and shouted, "Return Jiang Xue to me."
"Who is Jiang Xue?"
"My woman."
"Oh, so you have a woman now." Chen Hu laughed heartily; in front of him stood a mere kid, and dealing with him seemed like child's play. Chen Hu decided to tease him first. "Have you two been together? You call her your woman? Look at you; you're still wearing a school uniform. You must be from No. 1 High School. Why aren't you studying properly? What are you doing here causing a ruckus with these few people?"
"Stop talking nonsense and hand her over!"
"Damn it, who do you think you are to talk here!" Before Chen Hu could respond, Mao Tong pointed his machete at Yang Yu, blood still dripping from his nose. After realizing he had been at a disadvantage earlier, Mao Tong decisively switched to a machete handed to him by one of his subordinates. This was far more effective than a baton; with the back of the machete being just a few millimeters wide, it could knock out an adult weighing around 160 pounds. More importantly, if things got desperate, it could also be used for direct slashing. Unlike daggers or swords that have strong penetrating power and high lethality, even if the machete struck someone directly as long as it wasn't a vital area, it wouldn't cause serious problems. However, the scene of blood splattering could greatly intimidate opponents.
Zhang Qiu didn't want to waste more words. He looked at Chen Hu again and spoke each word slowly, each infused with surging anger: "Jiang Xue, hand her over; I only want her."
"You only want her?" Chen Hu smirked slightly. "You come here to smash up my place and still dare to say you only want her? I've been in this business for many years; I've seen all kinds of people. Your excuse is truly pathetic. Pathetic indeed." Chen Hu shook his head slightly while looking at the few people behind Zhang Qiu whom he deemed pitiful: "Not only is your excuse poor, but you're also arrogant; not every time will you have good luck."
"Not one person is allowed to leave today!" Chen Hu raised his voice loudly so that everyone present could hear clearly before turning around and walking back through the crowd into Blue Demon Entertainment City. Following the order, Mao Tong immediately shouted, "Brothers, charge! No one is leaving today!"
After Mao Tong shouted, he raised his knife and swung it towards Zhang Qiu. Zhang Qiu pushed Rui Rui back and instructed one of his subordinates, "Take good care of her."
The younger brother patted his chest and assured, "Don't worry, Brother Qiu." But he was immediately struck by a blow.
Zhang Qiu kicked away the person in front of him and raised the iron pipe to confront Mao Tong. Mao Tong's strong arms swung with ferocity, while Zhang Qiu defended himself and retreated. After a series of clashing sounds, the surface of the iron pipe in Zhang Qiu's hands was marked with numerous scratches.
Mao Tong forced Zhang Qiu into a corner, looking down at him with a proud gaze, as if to say that this was someone who had repeatedly embarrassed him. Mao Tong grinned and said, "Zhang Qiu, a student will always be a student. You'll find that coming out to society will be your biggest mistake!"
"Is that so?" Zhang Qiu, having retreated to a slightly more open area, revealed a smile at the corner of his mouth. He suddenly dropped down and sprang up at high speed to reach Mao Tong, thrusting the iron pipe heavily into Mao Tong's abdomen. Taking advantage of Mao Tong's moment of pain, Zhang Qiu let go of the iron pipe, grabbed Mao Tong's knife-wielding right hand from behind, and twisted his wrist forcefully. A scream was heard as the knife fell from Mao Tong's hand. Zhang Qiu pushed Mao Tong away and swung the knife forward.
Mao Tong stumbled from the push and immediately felt a searing pain in his back. He wanted to turn around but was too late; he could only run forward with all his strength. He could even imagine Zhang Qiu chasing him from behind with the knife. Fortunately, two younger brothers rushed over to block Zhang Qiu and saved him. Ignoring the bloody wound on his back, Mao Tong snatched a baseball bat from one of the younger brothers and charged at Zhang Qiu again.
With the knife in hand, Zhang Qiu's fighting ability surged significantly. Having practiced martial arts since childhood and learned some knife techniques, even though he hadn't touched a blade in nearly seven or eight years, memories buried deep in his mind erupted like a volcano once he held the knife. After taking down two or three of the opposing younger brothers, Zhang Qiu once again engaged with Mao Tong.
Outside Blue Rose Entertainment City, in a semicircle centered around the main entrance, blades flashed everywhere. The sticks and knives waved in the air gleamed under the sunlight. Sharp cries and dull thuds echoed in everyone's ears. At first, buoyed by high morale, Zhang Qiu had an advantage; however, as more of the opposing younger brothers rushed out from Azure Blue Rose, Zhang Qiu's side began to show signs of weakness.
After some time in chaotic combat, Zhang Qiu's side fell into obvious disadvantage; no one was without wounds. Looking around, many brothers were bruised and battered, their faces smeared with sweat, dirt, and mixed filthy blood. Yang Yu fought fiercely among the crowd; he had also seized a knife and swung it around wildly with bloodshot eyes, causing others to avoid him for a time.
Zhang Qiu continued to battle with Mao Tong. He had inflicted several wounds on Mao Tong's arms, chest, and thighs but was constantly interrupted by younger brothers rushing in from Mao Tong's side just when he had an opportunity. Zhang Qiu had no choice but to fend off those younger brothers before charging at Mao Tong again; however, new opponents kept rushing toward him. Seeing more people pouring out from Azure Blue Rose through its dark entrance and realizing that all weapons had turned into knives, he shouted loudly: "Retreat!"
But it was already too late; every brother was injured and struggling to maintain their spirit after such a long fight. With more and more opponents surrounding them, even if they wanted to retreat, it would be difficult to escape; any slight negligence could result in being struck by a blade. Rui Rui stood in the corner protected by two younger brothers; they fought hard to shield the only girl in their group from harm but were themselves covered in wounds. Watching this unfold made Rui Rui's tears flow freely as she shouted, "Don't worry about me! You all go! Go!"
Seeing that her two brothers wouldn't listen, Rui Rui shouted as she brandished a baseball bat wrapped in iron she had grabbed from behind the bar. Swinging left and right with force allowed her to quickly blend into the crowd. The two younger brothers exchanged glances before charging in after her; at this point, no one had any chance of escaping as they were surrounded by far more opponents.
Chen Hu stood on the second-floor platform watching the bloody scene below without moving. A gray haze enveloped his vision. Beside him stood a golden knight statue; the valiant knight held a spear while riding a galloping steed, ready to deliver a fatal blow to enemies.
Zhang Qiu saw Rui Rui rush into the crowd like a lamb entering a wolf pack; these people showed no mercy. Upon realizing Rui Rui was a girl, they rushed toward her even more aggressively. In an instant, several clubs struck her from different directions; Rui Rui let out a muffled groan and nearly fell.
"Gather together! Back to back!" Zhang Qiu shouted hoarsely just as he felt a blade strike his back. He turned around and retaliated with his own knife; that younger brother covered his face while wide-eyed in disbelief before kneeling down as his knife clattered to the ground with a mournful cry: "My face! My face!"
Zhang Qiu was momentarily taken aback, but quickly regained composure. This was not the time for mercy; things had escalated to a point where it was a matter of life and death. Showing mercy to enemies was akin to being cruel to oneself. Zhang Qiu wielded a machete that had several gashes in it, gripping the blood-soaked handle tightly, afraid it would slip from his hands during the fight. Yang Yu loudly repeated Zhang Qiu's words, and the Brothers nearby immediately closed in.
A larger encirclement formed, with its center occupied by around forty bloodied and frenzied killers. The intense battle momentarily halted due to this slight change. In the center, Zhang Qiu and Yang Yu stood on either side of Rui Rui, who held onto Zhang Qiu's arm with one hand while tightly gripping her baseball bat with the other. With this bat, Rui Rui had injured several people; initially, she had screamed and shut her eyes when she struck someone, only opening them again upon hearing their cries of pain. Eventually, she became accustomed to watching others get hit.
Rui Rui bore no knife wounds; her body was covered in purple bruises from the bat. However, one thing that happened to her would never happen to anyone else: if someone got too close and tried to take advantage of her, she would retaliate, which explained why she successfully injured several people's heads.
Mao Tong pushed through the crowd to the front but dared not approach Zhang Qiu too closely. His face was smeared with blood, and he had several cuts on his body from knife slashes; his clothes flapped outward in the wind. Mao Tong glared at Zhang Qiu and coldly said, "You still don't realize your mistake? Kneel down now, and I will spare you."
"Brother Qiu, we absolutely cannot," Yang Yu was the first to step forward to block Zhang Qiu after experiencing the Ancient City Battle. He remembered how Zhang Qiu almost knelt before Zeng Fan for everyone's comfort.
Rui Rui continued to hold onto Zhang Qiu's arm and, upon hearing Mao Tong's words, tightened her grip and firmly declared, "Brother Qiu, we will stand our ground until the end."
Zhang Qiu smiled faintly despite the blood at the corner of his mouth, scanning the Brothers standing beside and behind him before loudly asking, "Brothers, are you ready?"
"Ready!" came the thunderous shout from forty voices.
"Kill!" Zhang Qiu raised his machete high and was the first to charge outward.
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