The beautiful CEO falls in love with me
Chapter 673 - 652:

Chapter 673: Chapter 652:

Fujiwara Ichiro did not see any threat in the move, and coldly smiled. Holding his East Asia Blade, he seized the opportunity to kill Brother Long. Fujiwara Ichiro’s swordsmanship was strong. He kicked the ground with his right foot and immediately charged forward, effortlessly dodging Brother Long’s non-threatening blade and smoothly ran his East Asia Blade through Brother Long’s abdomen, then smiled, "Kid, your life ends here!"

"Ha-ha, don’t think you’ll survive either!" Brother Long revealed a smile, blood gushing from his mouth, as he raised his saw high. Fujiwara Ichiro was startled and tried to pull out his East Asia Blade, but it was too late. Brother Long’s machete brutally came crashing down.

With a splattering sound...

Fujiwara Ichiro’s round head fell to the ground, followed by a burst of blood spraying out. Holding Fujiwara Ichiro’s head, Brother Long shouted, "Fujiwara Ichiro is dead! Dead!"

"Roar roar roar..." The Heavenly Reversal Gang’s morale was greatly boosted. However, the Yakuza did not descend into chaos; they held their ground firmly. The battle was evenly matched on both sides.

Xiao Er saw the East Asia Blade in Brother Long’s abdomen and rushed over to support him, asking, "Brother Long, you... what happened to you?"

"It’s nothing, I just took a blade!" As he spoke, blood continuously flowed from Brother Long’s mouth.

The blood from his mouth flowed like water from a pond.

"Brother Long, you... how am I supposed to cope with this?" Xiao Er had never been involved in such a battle before. Initially, he had the spirit to fight, but as he saw many of his brothers die, he became overwhelmed. Fear overwhelmed him then.

Now, seeing Brother Long so bloodied, it seemed like he might die any second.

"Damn, I’m not your boyfriend, my death has nothing to do with you!" Brother Long chuckled, which immediately caused him to cough several times, blood flowing even more freely. Xiao Er, frightened and not knowing what to do, Brother Long patted his shoulder and said, "Help me to the side to rest!"

"Okay, okay!" Xiao Er hurriedly helped Brother Long to a resting spot.

Sitting on steps nearby, watching the bloody fight between the two groups, Brother Long sighed and said, "Xiao Er, give me a cigarette, why does it feel like I can’t see clearly, has the streetlight gone out?"

"Ah?!" Xiao Er was startled and quickly waved his hand in front of Brother Long’s eyes, only to find that Brother Long showed no response. Xiao Er suddenly covered his mouth, tears streaming down, he shakily tried to light a cigarette for Brother Long, but due to his trembling hands, he couldn’t get it lit; finally, Brother Long grabbed Xiao Er’s hand and pressed down hard.

With a flick...

The flame rose and lit the cigarette, Brother Long took a deep puff and said, "Xiao Er, go back and tell Zhi Xiao, Brother Long died on the battlefield!"

"Brother Long, you’re the toughest. You killed Fujiwara Ichiro, his head is right under my feet!" Xiao Er was scared to death, a head with an eye still open nearby, how could it not be frightening?

"He-he, having killed Fujiwara Ichiro, I die with my eyes closed!" Suddenly feeling a stab of pain, Brother Long coughed out a mouthful of blood, leaning back on the steps behind him, right hand supporting his knee, fingers holding the cigarette, which slowly burned.

Soon, Brother Long’s head drooped, and he died instantly.

"Brother Long!" Xiao Er shouted. Angered, this naive and youthful boy realized the preciousness of life at that moment. Clenching his teeth, he gripped Brother Long’s machete and joined the fray.

Xiao Er, like a roaring lion, charged into the crowd, filled with fury and frenzy. Gritting his teeth, he plunged into the throng, harvesting the lives of the Yakuza with the weapon in his hands.

The battle lasted until dawn. Although the Heavenly Reversal Gang’s brothers awaited rescue squads, by early the next morning, there was still no sight of them. This time, the Heavenly Reversal Gang achieved a major turnaround, with over a hundred men, they managed to kill over two hundred.

Hundreds of bodies piled up on the ground. The Yakuza did not retreat; they fought to the last man. The Heavenly Reversal Gang was left with only about twenty people, and among them, only Xiao Er was unscathed; the others were covered in wounds. They had managed to sustain themselves till now entirely by sheer willpower and perseverance.

Brother Long died, Yang Rouchuan died, Big Head died...

Xiao Er was counting the bodies among the corpses, and seeing all those familiar faces that had died, his tears never stopped. He carried those bodies out from the piled-up corpses all by himself.

At daybreak, the sun rose, and the suburbs of the city were already stained with blood. The ground’s sandy soil had turned into a terrifying darkness as if it had been soaked with layers of oil.

At that moment, a dark silhouette appeared before everyone, casting a long, long shadow with Yang Guang on its back. The remaining twenty or so little brothers of the Heavenly Reversal Gang all looked up and then stared at that one shadow. Suddenly, they were stupefied.

"Brother Chen, is that... isn’t that Brother Chen?" One little brother looked confusedly into the distance, not knowing if everything was just his dream or if Brother Chen had really appeared before him.

"It’s really Brother Chen, it’s Brother Chen!" The little brothers all stood up, supporting each other.

"Brother Chen!" Xiao Er, seeing Ye Chen, felt as if he had seen his own kin. He took a deep breath and shouted, "Brother Chen, it’s me, Xiao Er, it’s me!"

"Brothers, you all have had a hard time!" Ye Chen, seeing the dead bodies all around, immediately got teary-eyed. He took a deep breath and said, "I have come too late!"

"Brother Chen!" The brothers of the Heavenly Reversal Gang sprinted towards Ye Chen.

Ye Chen immediately hugged everyone together, and the crowd cheered, at least they had seen the sun of today, hoping tomorrow would be better. Ye Chen gritted his teeth and said, "This time, we will make the Yakuza pay with blood for blood!"

"Blood for blood!" Everyone nodded in agreement.

Under the lead of Ye Chen, those twenty or so people started busying themselves, gathering the Heavenly Reversal Gang’s corpses, then doused them with gasoline and set them on fire. Watching the raging flames, Ye Chen bowed deeply. Behind him, the twenty or so blood-soaked little brothers also bowed deeply, praying for the deceased ones, hoping they could live better and more splendid lives in Heaven.

When the fire had consumed the bodies, Liu San and others arrived at the scene in a very sorry state; they had discovered over a hundred bodies. It was entirely due to carelessness, hence they had run into an ambush prepared by the opponents, resulting in heavy losses.

However, when they reached the scene, they were immediately stunned by the spectacle of dead bodies everywhere—even though they were Yakuza members, it was still shocking. Liu San anxiously asked, "Brother Chen, what are you doing here?"

"Mm!" Ye Chen’s face was cold as he asked, "Where is Feng Zhixiao?"

"Zhi Xiao is in Yamaguchi City!" Liu San wiped his nose, then said, "Zhi Xiao only has over a hundred men there, and he had me draw three hundred men to support Fukuoka. I didn’t expect to encounter an ambush by the Yakuza on the way, so we lost over a hundred men!"

"Liu San, you are a disgrace, just an ambush and you lost over a hundred men!" Xiao Er immediately roared, "Look at us, Brother Long died, Yang Rouchuan died, Hu Zi died, Big Head also died... but they died bravely, Brother Long killed Fujiwara Ichiro, and we killed more than two hundred Yakuza members..."

Xiao Er was dissatisfied with Liu San’s huge sacrifice. In fact, Liu San indeed had a hard time; their truck had been blown up on the way, killing or wounding more than half in that single vehicle. Moreover, with several rounds of encirclement and interception by the opponents, it was already quite remarkable that not all were wiped out. He took a deep breath and said, "Brother Chen, I’m sorry I’ve let so many brothers suffer!"

"You really should die, the one who should die is you!" Xiao Er was still roaring, venting his inner fear and fright.

"Enough!" Ye Chen glanced at Xiao Er, then said to Liu San, "Let the brothers rest for a while, have some breakfast, then rest for a bit. We’ll prepare to march north in the afternoon!"

"Ah? Brother Chen, Zhi Xiao told us to hold the camp!" Liu San was startled.

"Is Feng Zhixiao the big brother, or am I?" Ye Chen glared at them. Liu San and the others all bowed their heads.

A few little brothers were sent to prepare breakfast, and the building already had provisions for the morning. Xiao Er and others started busying themselves finding medicine to stop the bleeding for the wounded brothers and then stitch up their wounds. After a morning’s hustle, breakfast for a few hundred people was ready, and the wounds of the injured little brothers had been treated.

Ye Chen stood upstairs, facing the wind, ready to give it his all this time. No matter the outcome, he couldn’t leave himself any regrets. The Yakuza had already become the arm of the Church Court, so they must be cut off early. Otherwise, they would be a endless source of trouble in the future.