The beautiful CEO falls in love with me
Chapter 664 - 643:

Chapter 664: Chapter 643:

Facing the increasingly chaotic domestic forces, the voices of the people seemed to be getting louder. In Tongzhou City, the morale of the Mad Dragon Gang was soaring, and many people, especially the vendors, were extremely dissatisfied with the existence of the Mad Dragon Gang. Although the Heavenly Reversal Gang used to collect protection money, they never did it so ruthlessly. According to the old standard of the Heavenly Reversal Gang, stores were charged five hundred yuan per month, and ordinary street stalls one hundred yuan. But now that the Mad Dragon Gang had taken over, in a brazen money-grab, they shamelessly tripled the rates.

"You’re charging 1,500 a month, why the hell don’t you just rob us!" a store owner angrily glared at the door where the Mad Dragon Gang’s little brothers, armed with knives and clubs, stood.

"Shit, 1,500 is the rule, what’s the problem? If you don’t pay, shut your shop, or better yet, don’t bother opening it again!" the Mad Dragon Gang little brother, under the leadership of the tattooed man, besieged the rice shop intending to make an example of the defiant business.

The tattooed man wielding Guan Gong’s big knife stood at the forefront, while several little brothers armed with pipes and steel rods were exceedingly arrogant. They shouted, "Motherfucker, pay up quickly, or prepare to close your shop tomorrow!"

"I tell you, even if I die, I won’t pay this money!" The shop owner turned around, pulled out a kitchen knife from the kitchen, and stood valiantly at the doorway, roaring, "Today, I’m risking my life, and you bastards aren’t going to step foot inside!"

"Shit, brothers, take him down!" The leader with the big saber immediately charged with Guan Gong’s Saber, not realizing that the shop owner was actually a practitioner. He dodged the tattooed man’s attack and then struck a vicious blow to the man’s arm with a horizontal slash, and spoke coldly, "Kid, your granddad ain’t so easy to deal with!"

Hisss...

The tattooed man sucked in a breath of cold air. The blade had cut through his flesh, but fortunately, the shop owner wielded a kitchen knife that wasn’t very sharp, and the blade was damaged, so the wound wasn’t particularly severe. The tattooed man felt the wound, then stuck it in his mouth, seething with anger, "Bastard, you dare to strike me, today I will kill you!"

Having said that, more than a dozen people rushed up at once.

"Shit, you dare to touch my boss!" One of the youngsters flew up with a kick, the Rice Shop Owner dodged, and laid the knife on the kid’s shoulder with a stab. The boy could not stand, wailed in agony, and the Rice Shop Owner’s performance was impressive, earning applause and cheers from the surrounding shop owners, who shouted, "Old Dong, go for it, take down those bastard kids, god damn it, let them know we business folk aren’t to be messed with!"

"Right, take them down!"

"Show them the spirit of our Three Miles and Eighteen Bends!"

The shop owners all shouted vigorously. The scene suddenly became lively, with many people gathering around to watch; it used to be the gang bullying the businessmen, but now it seemed to be the reverse, with the businessmen openly battling the gang members. This electrified many onlookers and stirred the martial fervor in their hearts.

"Kids, if you can’t fight then get the hell out, and don’t even think about collecting protection money!" The formidable shop owner, wielding a kitchen knife, looked particularly badass.

"Brothers, let’s do this together. Don’t wimp out!" the tattooed man’s arm wasn’t badly hurt, so he immediately charged with Guan Gong’s Saber. Over a dozen people charged together, the Rice Shop Owner retreated two steps, to advance by retreating, he dodged the first man’s attack, then rushed forward swinging the knife. The first little brother took a hit. The second one seized the opening, charged in, and kicked viciously into the Rice Shop Owner’s back.

Thump...

The Rice Shop Owner stumbled and almost scraped his skin as he fell to the ground. Though he didn’t scrape his skin, disaster was to quickly befall him. Over a dozen people pounced at once, two little brothers yanked his arms fiercely, two others restrained his legs. He couldn’t move.

The tattooed man seized the opportunity, charged up with Guan Gong’s Saber, and ruthlessly sliced down on the Rice Shop Owner’s arm. The arm that had just been holding the knife was immediately severed. The surrounding shop owners fell into a stunned silence.

"Son of a bitch, seeing as you dared to lay hands on us, you must be tired of living!" The tattooed man spat on the Rice Shop Owner, who now looked as pale as a ghost with blood pouring from his severed arm, a terrifying sight.

The onlookers didn’t dare to speak. Just moments before, they were yelling about how to deal with those punks, now they were all shrinking back, afraid to say a word. The scene was all too familiar, like when the Japanese Imperial Army invaded the Three Eastern Provinces of China, where one Japanese soldier could control a whole village. Why? It was because of the Chinese people’s impotence, their inherent cowardice.

There were barely more than ten punks at the scene, yet the surrounding business owners numbered fifty or sixty. They could have banded together to drive those guys away, could have rescued the Rice Shop Owner from their clutches, but they didn’t. They simply watched indifferently. One second they were allies, but in the next, it was as if they were complete strangers.

"Drag this little shit out for me!" shouted the tattooed man.

"Yes!" The little brothers immediately took action, one grabbed the head, one the arm, and the two took the legs, and they carried the Rice Shop Owner straight out.

"Pour the gasoline!" the tattooed man snorted coldly.

A few little brothers immediately carried the barrels and ran out. Although the Rice Shop Owner was dizzy, the moment he heard the other party was going to pour the gasoline, he was immediately shocked. He struggled hard and angrily said, "No, no, don’t, please, I have old people to care for, and children to raise. You can’t destroy my livelihood!"

Swoosh...

All the gasoline was poured in. A strong smell of gasoline spread. Within the crowd, someone had alerted the police at some unknown time, and the police sirens wailed as they arrived, blaring their alarms. The tattooed man smirked, "Light it up!"

"Light it up!" One little brother holding a lighter then suavely lit a cigarette in his mouth.

"Stop!" Fang Qin rushed over hastily, trying to prevent their absurd actions. But unexpectedly, her arrival only hastened the gang of ruffians. The little brother with the cigarette in his mouth threw it into the rice shop. Instantly, the rice that was drenched in gasoline, along with the wood, burst into a raging fire.

"No..." The shop owner suddenly stood up from the ground, shaking off the restraints of the Mad Dragon Gang little brothers. Watching his life’s work go up in flames, he became frantic. The shop owner shouted furiously, "You beasts, you sons of bitches, even as a ghost, I won’t let you off!"

With that, he picked up his severed limb from the ground and charged into the inferno.

"Quick, stop him!" Fang Qin couldn’t stop the hooligans in time and immediately ordered to prevent the Rice Shop Owner from running into the fire.

But it was clearly too late. When the Rice Shop Owner, covered in blood, rushed into the flames, he was quickly engulfed by the fire. Over one hundred onlookers could only watch as the owner wailed in the flames, then danced his final dance of life, tragic and sorrowful. It was as if a deeply desolate tune rose among the scene, sending chills down the spines of those present.

"Team leader, what should we do now?" The police couldn’t rescue the man from the flames any longer.

"Get the fire brigade here for support right away, and additionally, arrest these people!" Fang Qin immediately ordered.

Soon, the fire brigade arrived hurriedly to extinguish the fire, but the police were reluctant to go after the culprits.

"But..." A junior officer said helplessly, "They are from the Mad Dragon Gang. Recently, the higher-ups have told us it’s best not to engage directly with the Mad Dragon Gang people, as it could bring unnecessary complications!"

"They are suspected of murder, robbery, and destruction of private property..." Fang Qin gritted her teeth.

"But... Mr. Zeng said so!" The junior officer looked innocently at Fang Qin.

"I’ll take responsibility if anything happens!" Fang Qin said angrily.

"Yes!" Since someone was willing to take responsibility, there was nothing left to say. Several officers rushed forward, each holding a pistol, coldly saying, "Nobody move, stand up straight, drop any weapons in your hands!"

"Shit, don’t you know we are from the Mad Dragon Gang?" The tattooed man immediately revealed the tattoo on his arm, smirked and said, "Just yesterday I had dinner with your Mr. Zeng. What’s the matter? You little brothers think you can come at us?"

"Enough talk, we’re here to arrest you!" The officer bravely responded. There was no choice, there were so many citizens watching, and their hatred for the Mad Dragon Gang was deep-seated. If they didn’t make the arrests today, they wouldn’t be able to answer to them. The tattooed man was taken aback, shit, when had these damn cops become so bold, daring to oppose him—didn’t they used to give him a wide berth in the past?

Could it be that today they had grown a spine? Dared to challenge him? The tattooed man, carrying a visible attitude, walked towards an officer.

Pop...

With a crisp sound, a bullet whizzed past the tattooed man’s ear. The tattooed man got a fright, his knife immediately dropped to the ground, and then he squatted down, hastily saying, "Don’t... don’t shoot, okay, I surrender, alright?"

With the leading tattooed man surrendering, the other little brothers quickly crouched down as well, dropping their weapons onto the ground. The little brothers protested, "Fuck your sister, you actually dare to mess with us, do you not want to be in this business anymore?"