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Xin Yi drove the car to the center of the abandoned quarry and stopped. After a while, the convoy behind also arrived at the clearing. The doors opened, and dozens of men wearing matching red T-shirts, each with a black dragon design on the chest, got out of the vehicles. The uniform attire created a striking presence. Once the Red T-Shirt men stood in place, a middle-aged man in a red Tang suit stepped out of a BENZ S600. The black dragon on his chest was embroidered, indicating that his status was certainly higher than that of the Red T-Shirt men.
Lu Hanmeng had probably never seen such a scene before, but her carefree nature made her feel excited rather than scared. She found it amusing and remarked to Xin Yi, "Wow! Are gangsters now into CIS planning? It's so organized and impressive! Hey, Xin Yi, do you think it would be even more exciting if we changed all the police uniforms to this bright red color?"
Well, Xin Yi had to admit that Lu Hanmeng's suggestion was quite constructive. If police officers nationwide switched to bright red uniforms, it would indeed be a spectacular sight—a rolling wave of red! A uniform army of revolutionary youth ready to overthrow the rich and corrupt! The entire nation would be in tears.
The middle-aged man in the red Tang suit had a prosperous appearance—his round face was clean and fair, with neatly combed back hair. When he smiled, he revealed a set of perfectly white teeth. Was this really a gangster? He looked more like a successful entrepreneur or a government official. Today's gangsters were so modernized; they had learned to package themselves well. Would they eventually go public? It seemed entirely possible.
After getting out of the car, the man calmly surveyed the surroundings and observed the white clouds and flying birds for about five minutes before finally focusing on Xin Yi in the center of the clearing. He smiled warmly and extended his hand. Immediately, someone handed him a megaphone. The Red-clad Uncle brought the megaphone to his mouth and blew into it a few times but got no response. It seemed like the switch was off, so he expertly flipped it on... "The moon on the fifteenth night shines on my hometown and at the border; in this quiet night, you miss me as I miss you..." Suddenly, familiar music blared from the megaphone.
Lu Hanmeng laughed so hard her stomach hurt. "I mean, you can be a gangster all you want, but why are you trying to imitate those royal police from movies? Sure, go ahead and imitate them, but at least learn how to use a megaphone properly! You sound like a street vendor selling fruit! This is a serious occasion! You’re supposed to be part of a fierce and violent gangster group! You can’t be this ridiculous; it’s damaging your image!"
The Red-clad Uncle was flustered by his own music blunder. To be honest, he was just an outright professional thug—he was skilled in drinking, gambling, and other vices—but because he hadn't studied well when he was younger, even operating a megaphone felt high-tech to him. He wanted to show off in front of his subordinates but ended up embarrassing himself instead; no matter what he did, that upbeat music wouldn’t stop playing. Frustrated, he slammed the megaphone onto the ground with force; surprisingly, it continued playing. He jumped up and kicked it several times until finally silencing it. He let out a sigh of relief.
His clean round face turned red from embarrassment, and his neatly combed hair became disheveled from all the commotion. This whole episode completely shattered the calm image he had tried to project earlier. He brushed aside his hair that had fallen onto his forehead and angrily shouted at Xin Yi from the front of the crowd: "Hey! You there! Hurry up and bring my people over! Otherwise, I won’t just slap your face! If not, I’ll ruin your looks!"
It turned out that Red-clad Uncle was quite skilled at negotiation; he opened with such an enticing condition. For most professional thugs, not getting slapped is indeed an appealing way to avoid trouble. However, unfortunately for him, Xin Yi wasn’t one of those thugs. While he occasionally played around with mischief—usually targeting beautiful women—it was more of a side gig for him; thus, Xin Yi remained unfazed.
"How about you have your subordinates tie themselves up? I won’t slap your face either; do you agree?" Xin Yi suggested to Red-clad Uncle.
Red-clad Uncle was furious; didn’t his dozens of brothers intimidate him? Look at how organized they were and how high their morale was! Normally, when they displayed such forcefulness, any troublesome punks would kneel down begging for mercy. Why wasn’t this tactic working today? Fine then—time for Plan B!
"Get your weapons!" Red-clad Uncle shouted; if bare hands couldn’t scare him off, surely weapons would do the trick.
The group in Red T-Shirts stirred, opening the trunks of their cars to reveal custom-made Blades. The two-foot-long, two-inch-wide blades gleamed in the sunlight, catching the eye. The men, dressed in unified red T-shirts emblazoned with a black dragon, stood together wielding their Blades, exuding an aura of sinister beauty and tension that would surely frighten anyone with a weak heart.
However, Xin Yi smiled. Have you heard of the term "bluffing"? That's exactly what these people were doing. There were only two of them; why make such a big show? They could simply send a few people to take them down. This wasn't a big-budget movie; who were they trying to impress? Thus, Xin Yi concluded that those who loved to show off were definitely not regular troops; they were most likely some ceremonial squad—impressive in appearance but useless in action.
It wasn't until they collectively brandished their Blades that Lu Hanmeng began to feel a bit scared. No matter how skilled she was, she couldn't compete with sheer numbers, especially when they were armed with real weapons. A single strike could cut to the bone, and since she hadn't trained in the Golden Bell Shield Iron Cloth Shirt, taking a few hits could ruin her beautiful body. Who would compensate her then?
Nervously glancing at Xin Yi, Lu asked, "Hey, are we going to be okay? If not, we should run quickly. You know what they say: as long as there's still green hills, there's no need to worry about firewood. A wise man doesn't take unnecessary risks. Should we strategically relocate?"
She thought Xin Yi was fearless, but it turned out even Violent Girl had her moments of fear. Xin Yi smiled at her like a gentle spring breeze and replied, "I don't know about that either. But where can we run now? If you can escape, go ahead; I won't stop you."
Only then did Lu look around. Xin Yi, oh Xin Yi, how could you choose such a place? This area was a dead end! Behind and on both sides were barren slopes left from quarrying. The open space they stood in was likely the result of excavating the original mountain. The only exit was the direction they had driven in from, but now dozens of men in red shirts wielding Blades blocked the way. With this terrain, there was nowhere to run.
Since that was the case, they had no choice but to fight back. Gritting her teeth, Lu drew her sidearm from her waist. Thankfully she had it; it might serve as some deterrent. However, there were only a few bullets in the gun—she didn't know if it would scare off those gangsters. It was worth a shot.
Lu stepped forward with her gun raised and shouted, "Listen up! I am a detective from the Longchuan City Public Security Bureau Criminal Police Team. We are here to apprehend these two as part of our mission. If you know what's good for you, drop your weapons and disappear immediately! Otherwise, when my teammates arrive, you'll all be arrested!"
The Red T-Shirts erupted into laughter; they didn't believe for a second that Xin Yi and Lu Hanmeng were detectives. Since when do detectives casually cross boundaries to make arrests? Besides, could detectives afford luxury SUVs worth over three million? If that were the case, why would they bother being professional thugs? They might as well switch careers and become detectives.
The Red-clad Uncle laughed too; he felt humiliated by the earlier display of high-tech gadgets and decided it was time to regain face. He arrogantly declared, "Do you really think we members of the Black Dragon Society are children? Just because you have a gun makes you a detective? Well then, I must be the police chief!" As he spoke, he lifted his Tang suit's hem and pulled out two Brownings from his waist. The silver gun bodies reflected cold light under the sun as he waved his Brownings and said, "What do you think? Am I wrong? You pull out one gun and claim to be a detective; if I pull out two guns, shouldn't I be the police chief? Hahaha..."
Lu Hanmeng was stunned; this was real gangster behavior! Not only did he have guns—Browning guns at that—but he was pulling them out two at a time! They had really gotten themselves into trouble this time. Now she had no options left and could only pin her hopes on Xin Yi. Yet Xin Yi remained calm as ever, seemingly unaffected by the Blades or Brownings around him. He casually played with his phone as if nothing mattered at all. This demeanor made Lu anxious; could he please stop pretending to be so calm? What kind of situation was this? The enemy had already displayed their weapons—were they just going to wait for death?
On this point, Xin Yi truly felt there was nothing to worry about—even if all those members of the Black Dragon Society charged at him together... Of course, he was still afraid. No matter how skilled one was, one couldn't grow extra limbs; if those Blades came at him all at once—even if he had eight legs like a crab—it wouldn't be enough to defend against them. His calmness stemmed from playing on his phone; why could he remain composed while doing so? That required skill—most people couldn't reach such a state of mind during an emergency. However, if one could send a text message saying: "Arriving within five minutes," then one would have reached Xin Yi's level of composure.
Finally, the Red T-Shirts of the Black Dragon Society began to move. It must be said that the professional thugs of the Black Dragon Society have a strong sense of collective honor, as they do not act alone. Even if their opponents are just two people, they swarm in a despicable manner. The Blades in their hands reflected the sunlight, creating a shadowy and ominous atmosphere.
Lu Hanmeng's gun was already sweating in her grip, but she did not dare to fire recklessly because she knew that even if one bullet could take down two Red T-Shirts, it would still not be enough.
As a bloody battle was about to unfold...
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