The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 345

Chapter 345: 345

That night, at a small building in Sunset Town.

Eighth Master was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a cigar in his mouth, fiddling with two steel balls, his brow furrowed into a ’川’.

Originally, he was planning to win over Zhang Xian. After all, the strength was there. Although previous attempts hadn’t been fruitful, he believed that Zhang Xian would definitely join their side in the future.

If for nothing else, simply because they ran an extraordinary organization.

Yet, Zhang Xian’s arrogance took him by surprise and completely disrupted his plan. That guy was fucking fearless.

At this point, it was like an arrow at the end of its bowstring, having no choice but to be fired.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

Suddenly, the sound of knocking at the door interrupted Eighth Master’s train of thought.

With a frown, he ordered lowly, "Come in."

"Click..."

The door opened, and the heads of the Qiu and Shu Families walked in.

Eighth Master took a drag and asked, "So, are you two ready to make a move against Zhang Xian?"

"Don’t you want to?" The head of the Qiu Family eyed Eighth Master questioningly.

After Zhang Xian left the hotel earlier, they departed too, without talking much to Eighth Master and instead went back to their discussions.

Zhang Xian had made it clear that he would cause trouble for them at ten tonight. Following their discussion, they decided to strike first and catch Zhang Xian off guard.

"I haven’t decided yet," said Eighth Master with a cold laugh.

"What do you mean?" The faces of both the Qiu and Shu family heads darken instantly.

The reason they were in such a premature conflict with Zhang Xian was because Eighth Master had been stirring the pot. Otherwise, they might not have walked down this road.

Now they wanted to deal with Zhang Xian, but Eighth Master was trying to retreat unscathed and walk away pretending nothing happened, how could there be such a good deal? Eighth Master was just one person on his own, but they had family businesses at stake.

If Eighth Master dared to disagree on this matter, they wouldn’t bother with Zhang Xian anymore, they would first deal with Eighth Master, the idiot.

"I haven’t figured out how to fight yet." Seeing the displeasure on the faces of the heads of the Shu and Qiu Families, Eighth Master no longer considered backing out.

When he came over, he was planning to play tricks so he didn’t bring many people. Blocked by the heads of the Shu and Qiu Families, they may not be able to walk out of Sunset Town safely.

Since there was no way out, he might as well gamble with Shu and Qiu Families. There were four experts on their side, Shu and Qiu Families each also had two, and they weren’t weak.

The head of Qiu Family frowned and said, "What’s there still to consider? We don’t have much time."

The head of Shu Family nodded, "Let’s not waste time. You offer four experts, and we each offer two, plus some small fries. We’ll go straight to the Mu Family."

Eighth Master shook his head, "It’s impossible for me to offer four experts. I only have six or seven people around me, getting all four experts over would hinder my handling of other matters."

The head of Shu Family said, "Are you sure two of your men can beat Zhang Xian? Don’t forget, he has a lot of guys with him, both the Mu Family and the Black Fist Club are in his hands."

Eighth Master hesitated for a moment, then said, "At most, I can offer three. If you don’t agree, you can go on your own."

The heads of the Qiu and Shu Families glance at each other and then nodded.

Whether it was Zhang Xian or Eighth Master, both were threats to them. After the combat, they would not hesitate to get rid of Eighth Master."

They had a hunch that Eighth Master was of the same mind. Why else would he not give it his all when confronting Zhang Xian? This guy was definitely up to something.

...

That night, the residents of Sunset Town had already switched to night life mode. The already bustling town became remarkably lively as neon lights flickered on.

However, compared to normal, the atmosphere in Sunset Town today was slightly different. It seemed like the entire Sunset Town was under some sort of repression, without its usual charm and intoxicating feel.

"Move aside, all of you fucking move for us."

Suddenly, a large group of people appeared on the street. A sea of heads clouded with a murderous aura.

"Fuck, what’s happening?"

"This...aren’t these people from the Qiu and Shu Families? How come they’ve joined forces?"

"I’ve heard that there’s a new talent in Sunset Town, the Black Fist Club and the Mu Family have changed hands. Did the Shu and Qiu Families band together today to confront this new force?"

The pedestrians on the street were a little surprised at the sight of the strong lineup.

Being residents of Sunset Town, they were no strangers to the Qiu and Shu Families, nor were they unaware of the relationship between the two families. However today, the Qiu and Shu Families were walking together.

It had to be said that among them, some who had originally given up on love, upon seeing the ’devoted and loving’ scene between the Shu and Qiu Families, started to believe in love again.

...

Mu Family Mansion, Sunset Town.

Zhang Xian glanced at the sky, then turned his head to ask, "Da Meng, have you arranged everything I asked for?"

Da Meng nodded, "Brother Xian, everything has been taken care of."

"Alright, let’s go out first." After a light smile, Zhang Xian took a step towards the door.

Da Meng looked back and saw that behind them there were only about ten people, not a single one from the Mu Family has shown up. He felt uncertain and clueless about what Zhang Xian was up to.

The battle had already heated up, even reaching a point of final battle, the Qiu and Shu Families were definitely going to put in their full strength.

Zhang Xian? With just over ten fighters, he boldly went out to block the door. He couldn’t believe the scene that was to follow - their small group going against a hundred or even more opponents.

"They should be almost here, right?"

Zhang Xian stood at the entrance, murmuring to himself as he looked down the corridor.

Da Meng wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and asked, "Brother Xian, is this all the men we have?"

The ten or so fighters were also full of confusion. The Qiu Family and Shu Family had joined forces and their numbers were definitely not small. How were they supposed to fight against such a large force with so few people?

Well! As fighters, they still held a certain level of confidence in their own abilities. As long as they coordinated well, their combat power was unquestionably strong. However, could they sustain that power for long? Could they hold up against fatigue?

Over a hundred people, could they resist for that long? A brawl was a test of energy after all.

As fighters, their attacks were generally dominant and energy consuming. After a slight conflict, they would be out of strength.

"Hmm, it’s just us." Zhang Xian smiled and said, "If we can block this wave of attack, we can almost consider it a victory."

Da Meng and the others swallowed hard and stopped talking.

Just then, they heard footsteps approaching from the front. Under the dim streetlights, numerous shadows gradually appeared, stretching out of sight.

"Damn, why are there so many people?" Da Meng, looking up, was quite startled.

The other fighters were the same. On the roadway ahead, a long line of people was making its way towards them, an overwhelming mass. At a glance, it seemed the number could exceed two hundred.

"Gulp..."

Da Meng swallowed nervously and said, "Brother Xian, their numbers seem a bit too many! Can we handle them?"

"If we can’t handle them, why would I be foolishly standing here?"

Zhang Xian picked up a five-meter long plastic stick lying nearby and said, "You guys just need to block the entrance. One for one, two for two."

Puzzled, Da Meng asked, "Brother Xian, are you going to rush up there alone?"

"Why not?"

Zhang Xian clutched the middle of the plastic stick and slowly walked forward.

As the distance closed, the six middle-aged men leading the Shu and Qiu clan forces were taken aback by the sight of just one man opposing them. Their surprise was coupled with anger.

Was this guy underestimating them or what? He dared to rush out to encounter death alone?

"Quite a lot of you, huh!"

Zhang Xian smirked, swung his plastic stick a few times, and said, "Since you’re here, why are you hesitating? Just attack!"

"Are you really going to fight us alone?" A middle-aged man coldly asked Zhang Xian, "Or is this a trap?"

Zhang Xian replied, "I don’t need a trap to deal with you."

"Damn..." Another middle-aged man cursed in anger, "Fuck it, attack."

Receiving the order, their goons rushed out. They wanted to find out whether this guy in front of them was crazy or competent, standing alone against two hundred people.

"Whoosh...Whoosh..."

Zhang Xian took a step forward, his plastic stick suddenly spinning. After three full revolutions, with a clear gust of wind, it swept out.

"Ahh...Ahh...Ahh..." Several screams rang out.

The plastic stick was five meters long. A sweep with it caused significant damage, and several of them were hit.

Those who fell in front were followed by others, who didn’t even have time to dodge. Many were knocked to the ground, and the scene quickly descended into utter chaos.

"Hehe..." Zhang Xian chuckled and rushed into the crowd with his plastic stick.

The stick he was swinging wildly was something he had specifically purchased. With its sufficient length, it did a great job when facing a crowd. One stroke could sweep a large area.

The stick was very long and required a lot of effort to handle, something even strong people might struggle with. But for him, it was a piece of cake. No matter if it was five meters or fifty, he could swing it at will.

"Damn, how is this guy so powerful?"

"Motherfucker, why the hell does he have such a long stick? How are we supposed to fight?"

The goons were frustrated. Among the shadows of the stick, they couldn’t get close to Zhang Xian. And when Zhang Xian swung his stick, they couldn’t dodge fast enough.

"This guy is really strong."

The six masters hadn’t taken any action yet, intending to first figure out Zhang Xian’s real power.

Seeing Zhang Xian effortlessly maneuvering the five-meter-long flexible plastic stick, they all seemed a little taken aback.

A flexible stick wouldn’t carry enough force. If hit, it would bounce back due to its elasticity. If the power wasn’t strong enough or the length too long, it would be difficult to knock people away. There wasn’t much room to maneuver in a crowd.

In an open space, a swing might bring enough force. Without enough swinging space, a long and soft stick was useless.

"Why are you all spreading out? Get in there, don’t give him enough space to swing that stick," a master shouted.

Upon hearing this, the goons gritted their teeth and charged at Zhang Xian.

The people in one direction were swept away, and those in another direction rushed up.

Zhang Xian ignored them and continued to swing the long stick, spinning it ceaselessly. Anyone who dared to come close was knocked down by his stick.

With its five-meter length and him holding it in the middle, a sweep covered all directions, making it impossible for anyone to get close.