7: Chapter 7 Gangster Shooting? No, this is a one-sided, overwhelming firepower!

A pungent stench of urine permeated the store.

William was currently slumped in the shattered glass, shaking like a leaf all over.

In those eyes that had originally been filled with malice, nothing remained now but endless horror and fear.

One thousand people!

A full thousand burly men, reeking of murderous intent and devoid of expression, had surrounded the block so tightly that not even an ant could crawl out!

What was even more terrifying was that these men not only moved in perfect unison, but their breathing rhythms seemed to have undergone the most rigorous military training!

That dead silence, a thousand men acting as one without a single discordant sound, was even more hair-raising than crazy roars!

"You... you..."

William's lips trembled as he looked at Chu Feng, who was sitting on the sofa, unable to even form a complete sentence.

The family background he was so proud of, the capital and power he was so proud of, were simply like a laughable bubble in the face of this overwhelming, absolute violence, ready to burst at a single poke!

The white female sales assistant standing to the side had long since rolled her eyes in terror and fainted dead away.

Meanwhile, Alice, who had been kneeling by Chu Feng's leg, was excited to the point of ecstasy.

Her beautiful legs, clad in black silk stockings, were pressed tightly together.

Her soft, supple body clung to Chu Feng's crisp suit trousers like a puddle of water.

For this Western beauty struggling at the bottom of society, being able to attach herself to a man with such crushing power was simply the wildest stroke of luck in her life!

"Master..."

Alice licked her dry lips, her voice trembling, "When we get home... please, you must punish me severely..."

Chu Feng lowered his head and reached out to pinch the girl's delicate chin, pressing his thumb heavily against her luscious red lips.

"Stay put, the good show has only just begun."

Just then, outside the intersection of Rodeo Drive, a burst of arrogant siren wails and screeching brakes suddenly rang out.

"Screech——!!"

More than twenty black Ford SUVs and modified pickup trucks barreled into the edge of the block.

The car doors flew open with a clatter, and over a hundred gang members wearing black vests and holding Remington shotguns jumped out.

Each of them had a fierce, vicious look on their faces.

The leader, a bald black man with a thick gold necklace around his neck and a modified AK47 in his hand, was none other than Marcus, the leader of the Blood Skull gang who had rushed over after receiving William's distress call.

Marcus had been in an excellent mood today.

He had lent out millions in black money all morning, all to prime credit customers.

Upon hearing that a young master of the Colton Family had been beaten near his turf, he immediately rallied over a hundred of the most elite gunmen in his branch and rushed over in a hurry.

As long as he helped Young Master William vent his anger today and the Colton Family let slip even a little bit of profit, it would be enough for Blood Skull to live off of for several years.

"Get the fuck out of the way! Blood Skull is on business!"

Marcus had just gotten out of the car, and before he could see the situation in front of him, he habitually fired a shot into the sky.

"Bang!"

The crisp gunshot echoed through the street.

However, the scene he imagined of civilians fleeing in terror did not appear.

Marcus, holding his gun and leading over a hundred arrogant lackeys, swaggered around the fountain plaza at the street corner.

The next second, Marcus and all the gang members behind him were frozen in place, as if collectively hit by a paralysis spell!

The arrogance and ferocity on everyone's faces solidified in that instant!

What came into their view was a vast, black sea of people!

Over a thousand burly, expressionless men were blocking the entire street so tightly that not a drop of water could pass through!

The most terrifying thing was that after hearing the gunshot, not a single one of these thousand-plus men had changed their expression!

They simply turned their heads in unison, staring coldly at Marcus and his group.

"Gulp..."

Marcus swallowed hard, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

Although he was a gangster and had a few lives on his hands, when had he ever seen a formation like this?

Even when the largest gangs in Los Santos went to war, it was at most a few hundred people shooting at each other in the street with pistols.

This was over a thousand fucking people!

And looking at their stance and gaze, they were clearly a group of professional mercenaries or death squads who killed without blinking!

What made Marcus's scalp tingle even more was that the few fierce thugs standing on the outermost perimeter suddenly slowly opened their black coats.

Inside, hanging there, were micro-submachine guns and heavy weaponry gleaming with cold metallic luster!

"Click—click—click—"

Accompanied by a despair-inducing sound of mechanical friction, over a thousand firearms were loaded simultaneously!

The pitch-black muzzles were like a forest of metal, locking onto all one hundred-plus members of the Blood Skull gang instantly!

With just a single thought from Chu Feng, these hundred-plus people would instantly be beaten into a pulp.

"Clang..."

Someone's hand shook, and the shotgun in their hand fell directly to the ground.

Immediately after, as if triggering a chain reaction, the lackeys of Blood Skull, who were usually arrogant and domineering, were now scared out of their wits; their weapons fell to the ground one after another, and some even went weak in the knees and knelt on the ground.

What kind of international joke was this?

One hundred against one thousand?

Using light weapons against heavy firepower?

This wasn't a gang fight at all; this was a one-sided slaughter!

The AK47 in Marcus's hand also dropped to the ground.

His legs were shaking, and he wanted to say something, but he found his throat too dry to make a sound.

Just then, Chu Feng, inside the Chanel store, glanced coldly at Marcus outside through the glass door.

It was also at this moment that Marcus, through the gaps in the crowd, saw the faces of the fierce thugs blocking his way.

Boom!

It was as if a thunderbolt had exploded in Marcus's brain!

He widened his eyes in disbelief, pointing at the thugs in the front, his voice becoming shrill from extreme shock: "You... you guys... aren't you the people who came to me to borrow usury this morning?!"

Marcus had an excellent memory; he would absolutely not mistake them.

These cold faces were exactly the prime fat sheep who had signed the predatory contracts this morning and taken twenty thousand dollars each from him!

With this shout from Marcus, he suddenly discovered with horror that in this group of over a thousand people, there were over a hundred who were the very "prime customers" who had just gone to the various casinos under Blood Skull to borrow money today!

In an instant, a bone-chilling cold shot straight from the soles of Marcus's feet to the top of his head!

A truth that made one shudder to think about emerged in his mind.

These weren't prime customers at all!

This was simply a premeditated, terrifying heist targeting the entire underground world of Los Santos!

Chu Feng sat in the store, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He hadn't expected that the gang William called would happen to be the victims who had been fleeced today.

This actually saved him a lot of trouble.

Chu Feng slowly stood up and issued the order directly in his mind.

[Order: Disarm everyone! Anyone who dares to resist, kill them!]

The moment the order was received, the hundreds of fierce thugs on the perimeter pounced like tigers.

The hundred-plus members of Blood Skull had long been scared out of their wits by this terrifying formation; how could they dare to resist at all?

"Don't shoot! We surrender! We surrender!"

Marcus was the first to squat on the ground with his head in his hands.

Watching helplessly as his brothers were kicked over and their weapons were all confiscated.

In less than a minute, the elite of the notorious Blood Skull gang in the West District of Los Santos were disarmed and left kneeling in the middle of the road on Rodeo Drive, just like a group of pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

Chu Feng stepped over the broken glass and slowly walked out of the Chanel flagship store like a tyrant inspecting his territory.

William crawled behind him like a dying worm.

When he saw his greatest reliance—Marcus—kneeling on the ground trembling like a coward, the last shred of hope in his heart completely collapsed!