Urban Super Soldier King
Chapter 131 - 131 131 Finally the day has arrived

131: Chapter 131 Finally, the day has arrived 131: Chapter 131 Finally, the day has arrived At this moment, Ba Song and Luo Li were both displeased.

Ba Song was haughty and arrogant, believing himself invincible under the heavens, while Luo Li could not stand Ba Song’s behavior.

In ordinary times, Luo Li only listened to Yan Bin alone, and even when Yan Bin spoke to him, it was with great courtesy.

But this youngster before him, relying on his fighting abilities, seemed to be looking down on him, something Luo Li would not tolerate.

If it weren’t for Yan Bin’s intention to take him in, Luo Li would have settled it with a bullet long ago.

Luo Li slapped Ba Song’s shoulder, wanting to make a move, but Ba Song let out a cold snort and then threw a punch at Luo Li.

Luo Li was prepared and jumped back.

Then, people noticed that upstairs in the corridor, two men were fiercely fighting, one of them clad only in underwear, while Yan Bin pretended to know nothing and hid in his room.

Although Luo Li’s skills in martial arts were considerable, he was utterly outmatched in front of Ba Song.

As the fight went on, Luo Li grew more ferocious, treating the man before him as a mortal enemy, striking without restraint, completely like a man who had nothing to lose.

Ba Song was also infuriated by Luo Li’s manner, initially intending only to give him a lesson so he would recognize Ba Song’s prowess.

Unexpectedly, Luo Li turned out to be a formidable opponent.

After a few moves, Ba Song could not gain the upper hand, which made him start taking the fight seriously.

At this point, Ba Song was also inwardly shocked.

According to what he knew about Xiang Yu from the information, Luo Li should have been easily manageable, and Ba Song should have been able to dispose of Xiang Yu without trouble.

Yet, they brought him in instead—could they be plotting something?

With this thought, Ba Song became even more ruthless with his attacks, a kick following another as they flew towards his opponent.

Luo Li had always been confident in his own fighting skills, but today he realized there were always higher mountains.

He was simply not in the same league as Ba Song, especially since Ba Song was still recovering from an earlier encounter.

If it were the peak condition Ba Song, Luo Li would not have lasted long at all.

Ba Song launched a powerful kick at Luo Li’s head, and as Luo Li reached out with his left hand to block, Ba Song’s full-force kick sent Luo Li flying.

With that, the outcome of the battle was decided.

Luo Li got up from the ground without anger.

He had confirmed Ba Song’s strength, and he could rest easy that night.

A man who couldn’t even defeat him was no match for Xiang Yu, to say the least.

After knocking down Luo Li, Ba Song did not continue the assault.

He, too, had confirmed the strength of his opponent.

In truth, Luo Li was not weak; any subordinate of Yan Bin’s had similar capabilities, which meant that Yan Bin himself was no simple figure.

The two men fist-bumped, shared a smile without speaking, and then walked away.

Luo Li returned to Yan Bin’s room and reported the outcome.

Yan Bin nodded in satisfaction—so long as Ba Song could take down Xiang Yu that night, everything else was a minor issue.

What Yan Bin was most looking forward to was the dawn.

He was already growing impatient, eager to see Xiang Yu’s face twisted in pain and begging for mercy, eager to transfer all of Xiang Yu’s wealth into his own name.

During Zhu Qingyuan’s time, they had reached their heyday, dealing in drug trafficking, arms smuggling, offering high-interest loans through Qian Meiduo, and organizing high stakes illegal boxing matches with flair.

It was the emergence of Xiang Yu that shattered his perfect blueprint.

He would take back everything he had lost; he would ensure that Xiang Yu, the root of all his problems, would die a dismembered death.

All of this was to be realized tonight.

After dealing with Xiang Yu, the next one in line would be Sheng Wantao.

He had had enough of that bastard Sheng Wantao; he would grant him a swift death, after all, he was his godfather.

Sitting there, just the thought was exhilarating; Yan Bin couldn’t help but throw his head back and laugh uproariously a few times.

Xiang Yu stayed in the villa until eleven o’clock at night, then he put on that signature outfit with the huge hole in the back—a hole that Yan Bin had instructed someone to scorch for him.

He was determined to settle all scores that very night.

It wasn’t exactly personal vendetta; rather, Yan Bin owed society too much, and today he had to pay his dues.

At the Underground Boxing Ring, Yan Bin had made meticulous arrangements all around.

By this time, his informants hadn’t reported any news about Xiang Yu trying to flee, which meant Xiang Yu was no longer planning to run.

What surprised him, though, was the fact that while Xiang Yu hadn’t arrived yet, all the other people had.

He hadn’t invited them; he hadn’t invited anyone to the fight today, nor had he looked for an audience.

He didn’t even see today’s event as a boxing match; to him, it was more like a murderous game.

“Godfather, big brother, why have you come too?” Yan Bin said as he arrived at the door after receiving the news.

“How could we miss such an important event today?

What, are we not welcome?” Sheng Wantao said it in jest.

“Yeah, there’s Xiang Yu’s match today, and I want to see if this kid really has what it takes,” Wu Haotian said.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Yan Bin couldn’t refuse and had to let them in.

However, this exceeded his control and he would have to finish the fight swiftly.

Since he noticed that it wasn’t just the gang leaders who had come—they had brought their followers, too, and in no small number.

Judging by the looks of it, it seemed like they were gearing up for a battle.

But Yan Bin wasn’t worried; this was his turf, and he had people arranged in every nook of the boxing arena.

Besides, when it came to weapons storage, no one was more advanced than him, a dealer in arms.

Thankfully, the boxing ring was sizable; otherwise, it really wouldn’t have been able to accommodate so many people.

Sheng Wantao walked in and unapologetically took the central spot to sit down.

Wu Haotian also took his seat beside Sheng Wantao.

Their followers, meanwhile, consciously sat behind them, keeping a distance from each other.

“Brothers, it’s rare for us to gather today.

I’ve arranged some entertainment for us later on to liven things up.

Today, I’m covering all the recreational activities for everyone to enjoy,” Yan Bin stood in front of the leaders, talking animatedly; he was visibly excited.

“Great, today we’re here to see your show,” Sheng Wantao said with a smile.

“No problem, I guarantee you’ll have a great time,” Yan Bin said, confidently lifting his head.

Just then, Xiang Yu entered with Tie Zhuzi and Shi Jian, followed by a dozen people.

Xiang Yu appeared completely relaxed and nonchalant, casually eating peanuts as he walked over.

“Ah, my dear brothers, you’ve all arrived.

My bad for being late, got caught in traffic on the way here,” Xiang Yu said with a chuckle.

Everyone knew Xiang Yu was spinning a tale; at this hour, where would there be traffic?

But knowing the current situation, no one called Xiang Yu out on his bluff.

Perhaps soon, Xiang Yu would be off to the Western Paradise, so there was no need to take him seriously.

They all believed Xiang Yu’s laid-back demeanor was just a cover for his nervousness.

Faced with a life-or-death moment, he still pretended.

The Xiang Yu they knew was the first to…

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