100: Chapter 100 Sorry, you're all going to take the blame.

Chapter 100: Sorry, You're Destined to Take the Blame

As the sky gradually grew darker, the pedestrian traffic on the street began to increase.

Fang Cheng sat in a beef rice noodle shop, slurping up his rice noodles.

From time to time, he raised his head to look at the scene outside.

Through the glass door, three young men squatting by the roadside and waiting to park cars for customers could be clearly seen.

Those people were low-level punks of the Red Tiger Gang, and the sauna club opposite was also one of the turfs they looked after.

According to the information confessed by the two traitors, Fang Cheng knew that the Red Tiger Gang had a ruthless style of doing things and always practiced the principle of exterminating enemies completely.

Therefore, he didn't harbor any wishful thinking and decided to strike first to gain the upper hand.

Dealing with Gang members who scuttled around like rats and wanting to completely eradicate them...

Not to mention Fang Cheng alone, even the police couldn't do it.

However, if their bosses were quietly taken out, or if conclusive evidence of crimes committed by those bosses was found and handed over to the police...

Then, the people at the top would become suspicious, and the punks at the bottom would descend into chaos fighting for power and profit.

By then, they wouldn't have the time to come and trouble him at all.

Therefore, Fang Cheng targeted Sang Biao and Wu Shihao, the two people directly involved.

It was just that throughout the entire day...

He scouted several addresses where Sang Biao frequently stayed in turn, but didn't find any trace of him.

Finally, Fang Cheng chose to come to a place like this to try his luck.

According to Brother Xiaosa, Sang Biao was lustful by nature and couldn't live without women for even a day.

The entertainment venues he frequented, besides the sauna shop in front of him, were the nightclub next door.

If he still couldn't wait for the target to appear, he would have no choice but to go into the other nightclub to take a look.

"Ahem."

The apron-clad boss coughed and walked over, picking up a towel to wipe the nearby tables.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng instantly woke up to himself.

Sitting here, having ordered two bowls of beef rice noodles, he had unknowingly been eating for over an hour.

Not wanting to attract attention, he quickly finished the rice noodles, got up, paid the bill, and left.

Walking out of the beef rice noodle shop, he strolled back and forth around the neighborhood once more.

Seeing that the sky had already darkened, the colorful neon signs were gradually lighting up.

Catching sight of the figures of the three parking attendants, Fang Cheng thought for a moment and then walked over.

"That sports car just now was pretty cool, worth at least several million."

"It's a pity the owner is an old geezer, yet he hooked up with such a fine chick. What a waste. Should we find a chance to steal it..."

Several punks were smoking and chatting, glancing casually at Fang Cheng who had sidled up next to them without paying much attention.

People from Dongdu basically couldn't understand their out-of-town accents.

"Excuse me, is Brother Sang Biao here?"

Fang Cheng, however, spoke in the exact same accent and asked very politely.

"Eh, are you from Xihe?"

Hearing Fang Cheng speak, the few punks looked exceptionally surprised.

"Yeah."

Fang Cheng smiled and nodded, then continued:

"I just came to Dongdu not long ago and am unfamiliar with the place. I heard that Brother Sang Biao is also from Xihe, has a lot of pull around this area, and values loyalty and friendship, so I want to throw my lot in with him."

Hearing this, the punks couldn't help but scoff.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng asked with some puzzlement, "What's wrong?"

The punks didn't explain, but one of the "Xihe fellow townsmen" showed a bit of enthusiasm and said:

"Haven't you heard? Brother Sang Biao's drug den was busted by the police, and now he's hiding like a turtle with its head pulled in, and his temper is blazing!"

"However, with his personality, he won't be able to hold back for many days. Either today or tomorrow, he'll definitely come over here to blow off some steam, and by then you..."

Just as they were talking, the roaring sound of an engine erupted.

A flashy pink sports car stopped by the roadside, followed closely by several HiAce vans exclusively used by underworld gangsters.

A medium-built, tattooed man pushed open the sports car door and stepped down wearing pointed leather shoes.

A group of people emerged successively from the motorcade behind, each carrying long strip-shaped objects wrapped in newspapers with fierce expressions on their faces.

Seeing this, the three parking attendants immediately went up to greet him, calling him "Brother Biao" one after another.

Sang Biao had a bruised and swollen face; not only did he look vicious, but his tone was also extremely unfriendly.

He glared at the three parking attendants and then tossed the car keys over.

"Keep a good eye on my car. If it gets even a tiny scratch, I'll break all your legs!"

"Yes, yes, yes, Brother Biao."

The parking attendants hurriedly nodded and bowed, completely losing their previous disdainful and contemptuous demeanor.

Seeing the main target, Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed, having already hidden his figure in the nearby shadows.

Because he saw that among the group of thugs following behind Sang Biao, one of them was the Flower-Armed Man he had encountered before.

...

In the bathing lobby of the Jinsha Sauna Club, there were no customers coming and going at all.

Several female technicians dressed in skimpy work uniforms hid far away, secretly peeking toward the rest area.

Two Gangs of punks had set up a formation of dozens of people, making an appointment here to negotiate.

Surrounded by the crowd, two tattooed men sat aggressively, both with flesh-bound faces, looking like bad news at first glance.

"Tyrannosaurus, what on earth do you guys mean?"

Sang Biao questioned with a menacing Aura:

"Sending people to step on my turf twice in a row, do you want to start a war? And you even brought the police over. Don't you know that doing this destroys the rules of Jianghu?"

Although the other flat-headed man's eyes were somewhat shifting, his mouth showed no weakness at all:

"Sang Biao, don't think that just because you've defected to the Red Tiger Gang now, you can act all high and mighty and casually pin the blame on me!"

Afterwards, his tone softened slightly as he explained a few more words:

"The last time is the last time. I've also heard about your turf being raided this time. Although our two sides don't get along, this matter definitely has nothing to do with us."

"Are you fucking trying to play dumb? Weren't you and Ma Donghe always sworn brothers? How come you dare to do it but don't dare to own up to it?"

"I do know Ma Donghe, but he's not a member of our Gang. What does it have to do with us if he does something wrong?"

Sang Biao didn't listen to his explanation, simply continuing to fiercely threaten:

"Tyrannosaurus, I'll drop a word for you right now."

"Immediately have your Gang leader personally escort Ma Donghe and that hidden assassin to our Brother Wu Shihao's presence to kowtow and plead guilty."

"And compensate my little brothers for their medical fees, family settlement fees, and the reconstruction costs for the smashed turf, totaling eighty million yuan."

"Of course you can choose not to agree. It's just that right now I am talking to you, and next time it will be the swords and guns of our Red Tiger Gang talking to you."

Tyrannosaurus's expression became increasingly ugly, and anger faintly spewed from his eyes.

He was, after all, a mid-level boss of a Gang, with a status not much different from Wu Shihao, yet he was being sat on and shat on by a villain who had tasted sudden success like Sang Biao.

If this can be tolerated, what cannot be tolerated?

"Sang Biao, what the fuck kind of thing are you? With just this handful of people you brought, you dare to act presumptuously in front of me? Ask yourself, are you qualified to talk with me?"

Tyrannosaurus seemed to have figured it out.

The other party had long coveted the territory of the Three Wolves Gang and just wanted to use this excuse to start a war, thereby setting foot in Jiangbei and extending their influence to the old urban area.

Finally unable to suppress his fiery temper, Tyrannosaurus stood up abruptly, pointed at Sang Biao's nose, and cursed foully:

"Go back and tell Wu Shihao that I've never been afraid of threats since coming out in Jianghu. If I push it to the limit, I'd even dare to kill his old mother!"

Seeing this, the mob of lackeys behind both men immediately pointed at each other, shouting loudly and hurling fierce threats.

After a moment of standoff, Tyrannosaurus, with a gloomy face and leaving no room for maneuver, took the lead and evacuated with his subordinate brothers.

Watching Tyrannosaurus's retreating back, Sang Biao didn't have the guts to make him stay.

After all, the other party had the backing to be arrogant, and those lackeys they brought along were all stout and robust, looking like they could really fight.

"Damn it, they don't even know they're about to die."

His eyes were gloomy as he muttered to himself:

"I heard Tyrannosaurus's wife is extremely fine. When the time comes, I'll ask Brother Wu Shihao for her to have some fun, and then throw her into the turf to entertain customers. And his daughter..."

Raising his head, he saw that a group of lackeys were still standing around, so he said:

"What are you still standing there stunned for? Everyone has run off, you guys hurry up and disperse too, go find a Young Miss to play with."

Hearing this, the lackeys left the lobby one after another.

Only a few trusted brothers were left, along with three guys with flattering smiles on their faces.

"Brother Biao, where are our rewards?"

The Flower-Armed Man and Jiyanzai hurriedly asked.

"Didn't I tell you guys to go find a Young Miss to play with?"

"Are you reimbursing us or not?"

"Damn it, I haven't even redeemed myself with merits yet. Once this battle is won, I'll treat you guys to a full package service."

The expressions of the three immediately collapsed as they walked out resentfully.

"Sang Biao, Sang Biao, you're truly a fucking jinx. Following a boss like this is simply having eight lifetimes of bad luck..."

After parting ways with Jiyanzai, the Flower-Armed Man walked alone down the hallway.

Suddenly, he bumped shoulders with a tall man wearing a face mask who was walking towards him from the opposite direction.

The Flower-Armed Man glanced back at the person and casually cursed, "Are you blind?"

Seeing the other person's slightly familiar back, he couldn't help turning around again to take a careful look.

The masked man also turned his head to look at him at this moment, his eyes shining brightly.

"Do you recognize me?"

"You are..."

Before the surprised words could be uttered, a palm instantly covered his mouth tightly.

...

"Listening to me sing the Eight Touches, reaching out to touch sister's little mouth..."

Sang Biao lay comfortably on the foot massage sofa, humming a little tune and enjoying the foot-washing service.

From time to time, he even used his feet to stroke the female technician's face, his eyes slightly squinted, looking fierce and wretched.

The female technician didn't dare to utter any words of complaint; she could only lower her head aggrievedly and accompany him with a smiling face.

Just at this moment, the room door was gently pushed open.

A series of faint footsteps sounded.

The female technician turned her head in surprise to look over.

She saw a man raise his index finger toward her, giving a soft shush to signal her not to speak.

Sang Biao also noticed the commotion at this time.

Then he opened his eyes, looked at a familiar and annoying face, and immediately cursed vehemently:

"Are you fucking an idiot? I told you to go find a Young Miss, why the hell did you come back here again?"

"Brother Biao, I..."

The Flower-Armed Man's face was tangled, his lips moving hesitantly.

Suddenly, a figure lurking behind him lunged forward fiercely, brandishing a dagger.

A cold flash flickered instantly.

Sang Biao's throat was easily slit open.

He widened his eyes, his mouth making gurgling bubble sounds, looking somewhat unwillingly at the assassin before him.

His hands tried desperately to cover his throat, but they still couldn't stop the blood spraying out.

The female technician shrieked in terror.

The Flower-Armed Man was also trembling all over.

After killing the target without any nonsense, Fang Cheng

returned the dagger to the Flower-Armed Man and commanded coldly:

"Here, stab him a few times!"

The Flower-Armed Man tried to resist, but then remembered something terrifying.

He could only grit his teeth, harden his heart, and forcefully stab the already dead Sang Biao in the chest twice.

Fang Cheng nodded with satisfaction and once again exhorted what he had instructed before:

"Next, you can surrender to the police, say that you colluded with outside enemies, killed Sang Biao, and are willing to act as a state's witness."

"Of course, you can also choose to defect to the Three Wolves Gang. I think they should be willing to protect you..."

As they spoke, hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

Evidently hearing the shrieks and seeing the two bodyguards lying unconscious at the door, those lackeys already realized something was wrong.

They quickly burst in, and looking at the scene before them, couldn't help exclaiming repeatedly:

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

"The Three Wolves Gang assassin is right here, who dares to come up!"

Seeing this, Fang Cheng immediately announced his identity.

Then he looked at the Flower-Armed Man as if they were deeply affectionate brothers and anxiously urged:

"You run quickly, I'll hold them off!"

With that, he took the initiative to rush into the crowd, using a set of clean and crisp straight punches, sweep kicks, and elbow strikes, effortlessly knocking down several punks like a hungry tiger pouncing on sheep.

Hearing more footsteps coming from the corridor,

the Flower-Armed Man gritted his teeth, gripped the bloody dagger, turned his head, and ran off in the other direction.