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Ye Chen immediately led his men toward the remnants of Zhang Dadan's gang. The two locations were quite close, only a few dozen minutes away on foot. Ye Chen wore a black suit, clutched a steel pipe he had taken from Xiao Er, and pulled a pair of sunglasses from his pocket to put on. He looked incredibly stylish. Behind him followed a dozen or so underlings of various shapes and sizes; although they looked disorganized, they certainly carried the aura of young street gangsters.

Xiao Er, just over one meter sixty tall, clutched a wrench and followed at Ye Chen’s left. Da Hei, on the other hand, had the broad shoulders and thick waist of a gorilla. Regardless of the heat or cold, he always wore a thick jacket, and no one had ever seen him bare his shoulders or even his arms. Da Hei gripped a solid iron rod that weighed at least ten to twenty pounds—not something an average person could easily wield.

It was well past noon. Worried about what kind of torture Feng Zhixiao might have been subjected to, Ye Chen and his group were anxious, fearing something might have happened to him. As they hurried toward the sniper point held by Zhang Dadan’s remnants, Jiang Wei and his group followed from a distance. Jiang Wei was eager to see how Ye Chen and his dozen underlings would manage to fight against Zhang Dadan’s gang.

Under the scorching afternoon sun, Ye Chen and his group finally arrived at the cluster of low, dilapidated bungalows. It was an abandoned factory, and since Zhang Dadan’s men were wanted by the police, they dared not frequent public places and could only gather in such spots. Furthermore, thanks to their bribes, the police tended to turn a blind eye to their activities.

Just as Ye Chen’s group approached, a gang of men brandishing machetes rushed out, as if they had been expecting them.

"You must be Ye Chen!" a man in black stepped forward, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, flanked by dozens of burly men holding machetes.

"And who might you be?" Ye Chen asked with a cold smirk.

"I am the number one warrior under Zhang Dadan, known as the man who makes men tremble and ghosts weep—Big Dick." The man in black gestured with the cigarette, looking very imposing. As soon as he spoke, the surrounding underlings burst into laughter. Xiao Er, standing to the side, looked at the man in bewilderment and asked curiously, "Big Brother, where is your 'Big Dick'? I don't see it!"

"Damn it, look closely!" The man puffed out his chest and thrust his pelvis forward; sure enough, the bulge in his trousers became quite prominent.

*Clatter...*

The crowd burst into applause, and the underlings whistled, cheering for their boss. Xiao Er stood dumbfounded, looking down at his own flat crotch. He unzipped his pants and tugged at his still-developing member, asking, "Why is yours so big?"

"Haha, little kid, you’d better go drink some more milk for a few years!" a bald old man sneered. Xiao Er snorted, "I’m only this old; I’ll definitely be bigger than your 'Big Dick' later."

"Haha..." The crowd roared with laughter.

Ye Chen stepped forward and waved a hand at the man, saying, "Damn, hiding a toothpick in your pants—aren't you afraid of stabbing your little brother? So uncultured, it’s truly terrifying!"

*Pfft...*

The men behind Ye Chen erupted in laughter, and Xiao Er grinned, adding, "That really is one huge toothpick!"

*Hahaha...*

As the crowd laughed uncontrollably, the man known as "Big Dick" turned sullen. He swung his iron rod and growled, "Ye Chen, I advise you to surrender. Don't think that just because Brother Dadan has been put away, everything is fine. That shipment of Dadan’s from last time—it was you and Feng Zhixiao who did it, wasn't it?"

"Do you have evidence?" Ye Chen asked with a cold laugh. "If you make accusations without proof, then let me ask you: last night, the old lady next door had her bitch, Cui Niu, raped. Was that your doing?"

*Pfft...*

The crowd laughed again, and Xiao Er was so amused he was dancing with joy, shouting, "Brother Chen is mighty! Brother Chen is awesome!"

Although Ye Chen hadn't been with the group long, he was well-liked. His approachable nature and his habit of joking around with everyone meant they were close, often smoking and drinking together.

"Damn you, kid! It looks like unless I show you some real power, you won't know how formidable I, Big Dick, am!" The man sneered and waved his hand. "Brothers, grab him and beat a confession out of him!"

"Yes!" The group charged forward.

Although there were only about twenty of them outside, another dozen rushed out from the house. In an instant, Zhang Dadan’s gang had gathered over thirty men, while Ye Chen’s side had fewer than twenty. The opponents were all armed with 1.2-meter-long machetes, and most of them had their hands wrapped in cloth strips. Ye Chen glanced at them and knew these were hardened street fighters.

"Fall back!" Ye Chen shouted. Xiao Er and the others retreated a few steps, but Ye Chen and Da Hei lunged forward. The twenty men immediately surrounded them, as "Big Dick" intended to use sheer numbers to overwhelm them. The rest of the gang began clashing with Xiao Er and the others.

"Die!" Ye Chen swung his steel pipe, striking a burly man with such force that the pipe actually bent slightly. He spun around and struck another man in the face just as he was about to swing his machete. The man collapsed, spitting out blood and several teeth.

"Damn it, kill them! They took down two of our brothers in one go!" A man wearing sunglasses waved his hand. "Big Dick" was standing on the periphery, playing the commander. With a cigarette in his mouth and two underlings by his side, he felt incredibly smug. With Zhang Dadan in jail, he was now in charge of operations, and the taste of power had him buzzing with excitement.

A group of men swarmed them again. Ye Chen and Da Hei stood back-to-back.

"Da Hei, this time, it’s just us two brothers fighting side-by-side!" Ye Chen spat, took off his black suit jacket, folded it, and placed it on a nearby woodpile. He grinned, "It’s been a long time since I’ve had a fight this satisfying!"

"I'll let loose today too!" Da Hei looked at Ye Chen with cold eyes, then slowly began to unwrap the gray-white cotton cloth from his hands. Layer after layer came off until his bare hands were revealed. It was a pair of hands that Ye Chen could hardly describe—dark, hardened, and covered in calluses and scars. It was hard to imagine they belonged to a human. Ye Chen knew these were the marks of Da Hei’s past life spent training in boxing. These fists were clearly the source of Da Hei’s explosive power.

"Good!" Ye Chen grinned. "Let's go!"

Ye Chen and Da Hei lunged into the fray simultaneously. Da Hei’s fists were like unstoppable weapons, his punches and kicks coordinated so perfectly that no flaws could be seen; even Ye Chen couldn't help but cheer. From Da Hei’s movements, Ye Chen caught glimpses of his past glory and combat record. Ye Chen grinned and charged back in, wielding the already-bent steel pipe.

Despite the twenty-plus opponents, they were falling one by one under the assault of Ye Chen and Da Hei. Ye Chen panted, surveying the results of their work, and chuckled, "Da Hei, I got one more than you!"

"Hmm," Da Hei nodded, a glint of light in his eyes.

"Damn it!" "Big Dick" could no longer sit still. Watching Ye Chen and that tall, burly man, he was on the verge of a breakdown. *Damn it all!* Two men had taken down over twenty of his best fighters. It wasn't just "Big Dick"; even Jiang Wei, who was watching from the sidelines, was stunned. He hadn't expected Ye Chen to actually dare to storm Zhang Dadan's territory alone. Standing on his tiptoes, he watched Ye Chen near the woodpile. Though Ye Chen was panting, Jiang Wei could see a fierce, warlike light in his eyes under the sunlight. Jiang Wei exclaimed in shock, "This man is truly not to be underestimated!"

"Young Master Jiang, why do we care about them?" an underling asked impatiently. "Let's just leave! Why get tangled up in this mess?"

"Hmph, you don't know anything!" Jiang Wei sneered. "My old man is always telling me not to do this or that; I need to accomplish something to show for myself. Otherwise, how can I answer to them? I see that this Ye Chen is no simple man. If I stick with him, I might just have a future!"

"Yes, yes, Young Master Jiang is right!" The underling didn't dare defy him and nodded obsequiously. Watching the group, Jiang Wei felt a bit uneasy because this bunch could never offer him the kind of genuine brotherhood he saw here. The fact that Ye Chen, in a fit of rage, would dare to go rescue Feng Zhixiao with only a thirteen-year-old boy by his side made Jiang Wei’s opinion of him rise sharply.