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Mao Tong gritted his teeth and shouted, "Zhang Qiu, this time, I won't let you escape!"
"This time, I have no intention of running. Not only will I not run, but I will also take you down!"
Zhang Qiu roared and charged at Mao Tong, swinging his knife. Mao Tong hurriedly raised his own blade to block. When Zhang Qiu's strike missed, he turned towards the red-haired man, slashing him across the face and opening a half-foot-long gash that caused blood to spurt out. The red-haired man screamed loudly and ran back, while Zhang Qiu did not pursue him and continued attacking Mao Tong.
Through several exchanges with Zhang Qiu, Mao Tong had figured out his style; Zhang Qiu was not one for idle chatter and would charge in regardless of numbers. As Zhang Qiu struck again, Mao Tong was already prepared. Sure enough, when Zhang Qiu attacked, Mao Tong effortlessly blocked the blow. The red-haired man was not so lucky; he had barely shown his face before it was cut short.
When Zhang Qiu and Mao Tong clashed, both parties collided like two waves crashing together, fighting fiercely. Rui Rui saw that they were outnumbered and desperately called Biao Ge, but no one answered. After a long wait, Biao Ge finally replied that there was chaos everywhere tonight and he couldn't spare anyone to help.
Rui Rui shouted towards Zhang Qiu, who was locked in combat with Mao Tong, "Brother Qiu, Biao Ge said if you can't hold on any longer, retreat!"
"I will never retreat!" Zhang Qiu yelled as he swung his knife at Mao Tong again. Mao Tong already had several wounds on him, and Zhang Qiu was not in much better shape; his short-sleeved shirt was torn into strips and blood dripped down his arms. His hair was stained with blood from an unknown source, making him look like a ghost.
"I will never retreat!"
Yang Yu came down from the second floor holding a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle. On either side of him were two others equipped similarly. They unleashed a barrage of fire from their five rifles, sending fifty rounds of 7.62mm ammunition flying into the air with a sound that rivaled thunder.
When the gunfire erupted, both parties instinctively halted their fight. When Mao Tong saw the guns in Yang Yu's hands, the excitement on his face vanished completely, replaced by deep fear. It wasn't that Mao Tong didn't have guns; he had brought a few with him. However, in a fight, guns were not as effective as knives but had a strong deterrent effect.
What truly terrified Mao Tong was that Zhang Qiu's side clearly possessed firearms that were not the kind typically found on the black market—those rusty pieces that fired steel balls. The sound of gunfire and the clattering of spent shells spoke volumes about the power of their weapons. Mao Tong weighed the few hunting rifles he had brought from last century against theirs; he knew he stood no chance.
Yang Yu and his group calmly reloaded their weapons while pointing their dark muzzles at the opposition; no one dared to take another step forward. But Mao Tong still held onto hope and shouted loudly, "Brothers! They won't dare to shoot! Charge forward and take down White Day Fire! Tao Ge will reward you handsomely!"
Mao Tong imitated the motivational tactics seen in movies, and sure enough, some brave brothers stepped forward. Yang Yu's group held their rifles steady as four of Mao Tong's men looked at Yang Yu for direction. Yang Yu's palms were sweaty around the grip of his gun as sweat dripped down the handle. Was it really time to shoot?
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out as one of the advancing brothers clutched his leg and fell to the ground. Seeing this, the others quickly withdrew their legs. Those who had stepped out rushed back while leaving the injured brother behind. The wounded man held his thigh and groaned on the ground as bright red blood poured from his wound, staining the tiles.
Yang Yu and his group were stunned; they hadn't fired a shot.
Mao Tong was also taken aback; he hadn't expected them to actually shoot. After all, using knives and guns were fundamentally different matters. Once guns were involved, everything escalated significantly. What shocked Mao Tong even more was that Zhang Qiu also held a gun; the bullet that hit his brother had come from Zhang Qiu's weapon. Mao Tong recognized this gun well—it was a Type 64 police pistol that Brother Tiger once owned. It had been locked away in a safe until it was confiscated by police on the night of the incident.
“Zhang Qiu, you…” Mao Tong wanted to say something but found himself at a loss for words. What else could he say at this point? Zhang Qiu was not someone whose actions could be predicted by ordinary reasoning. A person who could open fire in a crowded area was capable of anything, and Mao Tong feared that the next bullet might hit him. Even if Zhang Qiu didn’t kill anyone, getting shot would still be painful.
“What are you thinking?” Zhang Qiu asked, holding a gun with a faint smile on his lips. “Mao Tong, you’ve come to White Day Fire to cause trouble multiple times. Are you looking to ask me a question?”
“What question?” Mao Tong dodged the dark muzzle of Zhang Qiu’s gun and pulled one of his men in front of him as a shield.
“Do you want me to teach you how to write the word ‘death’? Let go of your men; is this how a big brother behaves, letting his subordinates take bullets for him?” Zhang Qiu shouted at the Brothers behind Mao Tong. “To the Brothers on Mao Tong’s side, if you put down your weapons, I promise not to harm you. If you’re willing to join us now, we would welcome you. Brothers, don’t follow a leader who makes you take bullets for him. What are we here for? It’s for wealth, not death, right?”
“Zhang Qiu, don’t talk nonsense!” Mao Tong turned to look at his men, and no one lowered their weapons. He shouted loudly, “Brothers, don’t listen to him! If we put down our weapons, we’ll end up like pigs on a chopping board, just waiting to be slaughtered. Trust me, charge forward and take White Day Fire. They won’t dare to kill anyone and don’t have many bullets left. As long as we rush in, White Day Fire will be ours!”
Mao Tong was already red-eyed and pushed away the man he had pulled in front of him, stepping forward himself. However, the people behind him had long lost their initial momentum; they were only standing there because they had no better options. When Mao Tong urged them forward, they would never comply. The guns were right there; if they didn’t dare to shoot, others would. If they didn’t dare to kill, what if someone actually did? No one was foolish; everyone acknowledged that Zhang Qiu was right—joining a gang was for wealth, not death.
Feeling Zhang Qiu’s mockery, Mao Tong turned around and saw that aside from a few trusted subordinates, no one was willing to step forward. He sighed in frustration and gritted his teeth, saying, “Zhang Qiu, you’re ruthless!”
“It’s not me who’s ruthless; it’s you who’s too weak,” Zhang Qiu replied with a smile.
“You…”
Just as Mao Tong opened his mouth again, shouts of battle echoed from a distance. He thought reinforcements had arrived and felt a surge of hope. But when he looked back, it turned out to be a group of students around seventeen or eighteen years old. Zhang Qiu, witnessing the flicker of hope in Mao Tong’s eyes turn into disappointment, said with a laugh, “Sorry, this time my reinforcements have arrived.”
After making some calls, Yang Yu, Gao Zhi, Wang Zhengxiang, and Zhao Pingchuan spread the word quickly among students celebrating at various restaurants. They all settled their bills and rushed toward the same direction. Near White Day Fire, students from the Hall Society gathered into a crowd, shouting as they charged toward it. Even though they were empty-handed, their sheer momentum stunned everyone and became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Looking at the timely arriving members of the Hall Society, Zhang Qiu shouted, “Surround them!”
The arriving Brothers quickly took action, encircling those blocking White Day Fire. Half of the roadway was blocked by people; no car dared to honk in protest. Mao Tong was completely panicked now; sweat streamed down his face, mixing with blood and sticking to his clothes in dark clumps while his legs trembled uncontrollably. Observing the students surrounding them from all sides, Zhang Qiu suddenly turned around and called over Rui Rui. “You go to the control room and change the words on the Electronic Display Screen.”
“Brother Qiu, what for?” Rui Rui asked in confusion; shouldn’t they be dealing with this situation quickly instead of changing what was on the display?
“Don’t ask; just do as I say—change it as fast as you can.”
“Okay.” With that, Rui Rui dashed into the bar.
Zhang Qiu walked up to Mao Tong and said coldly, "Kneel down!"
Mao Tong remained silent, the veins on his forehead bulging, and the flesh on his face trembled. Zhang Qiu repeated, "Kneel down. I'm not asking you to kneel to me; I'm asking you to kneel for my injured Brothers. If it weren't for you, they wouldn't have been hurt tonight. All of this is your own doing!"
Qiu Wan pointed at the others behind Mao Tong and said, "You too. Whoever kneels can leave; I, Zhang Qiu, will not make things difficult for them. Forcing you to kneel is to make you remember not to casually trouble others; some people you cannot afford to offend! You should be clear about the current situation; I could deal with you with just a word. The opportunity is right in front of you; whether you kneel or leave is up to you."
Qiu Wan turned around and nodded in satisfaction. The original message on the Electronic Display Screen above the entrance of White Day Fire, which read 'Join hands for a new Beiluan, Co-Creating a Civilized City,' had changed to 'Inside is a gathering of candidates; do not harm the students!'
The crowd stirred, and a member stepped forward, slowly kneeling in the open space before Zhang Qiu. Zhang Qiu sidestepped and said, "It's not for me; it's for my Brothers. Alright, you can go now."
The member stood up, covered in dirt, and walked over to the wall formed by the arriving Hall Society members. Zhang Qiu waved his hand, creating a path. The member hesitated for a moment before looking up and quickly running out, sprinting away into the night.
With one person successfully leaving as an example, three or five more stood up to kneel. The situation cascaded like an avalanche, with all of Mao Tong's Brothers kneeling in place. This scene shocked not only Mao Tong but also Zhang Qiu. The desire for survival in humans is the strongest; fortunately, he had given them a chance. If he had pushed them too hard, he didn't know what price they would have had to pay.
Zhang Qiu waved his hand and shouted, "Let them go!"
The surrounded students scattered, and Mao Tong's people fled in chaos. Just then, police sirens sounded as police cars approached White Day Fire from both directions!
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