Chapter 109: Boss Zhou, the Suited Enforcer

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Guo Kun, his face bruised and swollen, burst into Zhou Hong’s office, panic written all over him: “Boss Zhou, someone’s smashing up our place outside!”

Zhou Hong was taken aback. Neither he nor Lu Ye had expected that the Hongying Society would choose the 66 Bar as their target for retaliation.

The Hongying Society had no solid proof that 66 Bar was Y6’s base in the capital.

But many knew that the owner of 66 Bar was extraordinarily shrewd, yet always kept a low profile and never involved himself in underworld affairs—just like Y6’s modus operandi.

The Hongying Society didn’t need evidence; suspicion was enough.

Better to tear down 66 Bar first—if the guess was right, it was a huge win; if wrong, no big loss.

About thirty members of the Hongying Society’s strike team had arrived, just the size of one squad.

Their numbers were few but each was an elite.

Meanwhile, Guo Kun and his crew weren’t members of Y6.

Zhou Hong had only hired them to keep the peace during minor scuffles.

Compared to the Hongying Society’s strike team, Guo Kun’s men were no match.

The strike team quickly broke through 66 Bar’s front door and headed straight for Zhou Hong’s office.

“Guo Kun, take the men out the back.”

“And you, boss?”

“Me? I’m going through the front.”

With that, Zhou Hong chuckled softly and took off his coat.

He casually grabbed a golf club from a nearby bucket, pushed open the office door, and stepped outside.

His loosened tie, polished shoes, crisp trousers, and spotless white shirt gave him the air of a suited enforcer.

In a flash, Zhou Hong swung the golf club, knocking down three attackers.

But then he was met with a fierce counterattack...

Guo Kun hesitated for a moment before a few of his men gathered around and asked, “Kun, should we run?”

Smack!

Guo Kun slapped one of them hard and yelled, “Run my ass! Get up and help Boss Zhou!”

“Yes, yes, sir!”

Though Guo Kun was a simpleton, illiterate even, he understood loyalty.

If Boss Zhou was fighting himself, there was no way Guo Kun could abandon him and flee.

He couldn’t do that.

“Let’s go all out against these bastards!”

Guo Kun smashed the glass of the fire alarm box, pulled out a fire extinguisher cylinder, and strode forward to back up Zhou Hong.

“Damn it, we’re all in!”

Seeing their leader and boss risking everything, the dozen or so men charged forward, fired up with blood and courage.

Zhou Hong’s white shirt soon turned crimson, his wounds multiplying.

Yet he gritted his teeth, refusing to step back even an inch.

The heavy steel fire extinguisher was swung fiercely by Guo Kun.

He struggled to Zhou Hong’s side and called out, “Boss!”

Zhou Hong shouted, “Idiot, didn’t I tell you to go out the back?”

Guo Kun grinned, “If the boss’s not leaving, neither are we.”

Zhou Hong, fired up, laughed and cursed, “Hell, then let’s take these bastards down together! Afterwards, I’m buying you all late-night snacks!”

“Heh, that sounds good!”

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The gap in strength could not be bridged with mere passion.

The captain of the Hongying Society’s strike team stood far behind the front lines, sneering, “Give it all you’ve got!”

“Take down Zhou Hong! Five million each as a reward!”

Cold hard cash.

As the saying goes, a generous reward breeds brave men.

At the captain’s shout, the Hongying Society fighters surged with renewed fervor.

Soon after, Zhou Hong’s body suddenly froze, then toppled backward, stiff as a board.

“Boss!”

Guo Kun’s eyes widened fiercely as he lunged forward to catch the staggering Zhou Hong, only to see a fatal wound on his neck.

The Hongying Society was not done yet; they advanced slowly towards Guo Kun and the others.

Guo Kun held Zhou Hong’s body firmly, refusing to retreat.

Looking at his comrades behind him, he said, “You guys go.”

But the men dashed forward instead, placing themselves between Guo Kun and Zhou Hong and the enemies, ready to defend their boss and big brother to the death.

Even the strike team captain couldn’t help but applaud them, “True men of loyalty.”

Though impressed, as the enemy he had no intention of letting them live.

The Hongying Society surged forward...

At that moment, three silver flashes suddenly zipped through the bar’s entrance, weaving through the crowd before looping back toward the door.

Thunk thunk thunk...

Coming and going.

A thick red mist filled the air.

Over half of the thirty-plus Hongying Society members fell in an instant...

“Tang Qianyan, it’s you again!”

Those ghostly silver streaks had become a nightmare for the Hongying Society.

Recently, countless comrades had fallen under those flying swallows.

Who else could be behind this but Tang Qianyan?

Beneath her tiny denim shorts, her long legs were fair and flawless as she stepped into the bar.

She smiled faintly, flicked her wrist, and unleashed three flying swallows again.

At the same time, she herself darted forward alongside them...

Compared to Tang Qianyan, the Hongying Society’s moves looked like slow motion.

Even illiterate Guo Kun could think of a fitting phrase—cutting through melon and slicing vegetables!

Truly, like slicing fruit, Tang Qianyan dispatched the entire strike team in seconds, leaving Guo Kun and the others stunned.

Then, she turned on her heel and vanished outside 66 Bar.

The whole ordeal lasted less than half a minute...

Someone asked, “Kun, what now?”

Guo Kun shouted, “Get the car ready! Take the boss to the hospital!”

“Right, right! We’re on it!”

Guo Kun lifted Zhou Hong with one hand and kept the other firmly pressed against the neck wound.

“Boss, hang on.”

“I’m getting you to the hospital now!”

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Unable to wait for his driver, Guo Kun strode toward the door.

Suddenly, a figure blocked his way.

Guo Kun’s vision blurred; he didn’t recognize who it was and shouted instinctively, “Get out of the way!”

“It’s me.”

Guo Kun blinked hard and looked carefully, then gasped, “Holy shit, Big Brother Da?”

Lu Ye frowned, “Yeah. Put old Zhou down. I can save him.”

Though puzzled, Guo Kun obeyed and laid Zhou Hong on the nearby bar counter.

Seeing Guo Kun still covering the neck wound, Lu Ye felt a surge of warmth for the simple fellow—Zhou Hong had good judgment in his men.

“Let go. I’ll stop the bleeding.”

“Okay.”

Whoosh!

The moment Guo Kun withdrew his hand, blood spurted like a fountain.

Bang!

Lu Ye struck the wound with a single punch, and a miracle occurred.

The fatal wound instantly healed, leaving only a faint scar.

He then helped Zhou Hong up and treated his other injuries similarly.

Finally, he delivered a life-restoring kick!

Thud!

Zhou Hong slid to the end of the bar and collapsed onto the floor...

*Cough cough cough...*

Zhou Hong suddenly awoke, coughing several times.

He then shakily stood, holding onto the counter and walking behind the bar.

Lu Ye looked on, puzzled about what he was doing.

Zhou Hong uncorked a bottle of brandy and drank straight from it.

Gulp gulp.

Half a bottle down, his spirit revived considerably.

Only then did he look at Lu Ye and smile, “Thanks, Brother Lu. Old Zhou’s got a second chance at life.”

Lu Ye exhaled and said, “I came as soon as I got your message. Luckily, old Zhou’s got a strong fate.”

Zhou Hong shook his head and sighed, “It’s not fate. This time, it’s thanks to Guo Kun and those brothers risking their lives to protect me. Otherwise, I’d be dead.”

“Guo Kun, I owe you all thanks too.”

Guo Kun was suddenly overwhelmed, waving his hands repeatedly, “It’s nothing, it’s nothing!”

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he dropped to his knees.

Lu Ye and Zhou Hong were stunned, “What are you doing?”

“Big Brother Da, I’m sorry!”

“I was in such a rush to save the boss, I didn’t mean to tell you to get lost.”