stjorthotic Chapter 57 begins
Chapter 57 begins
"When will you make your move?"
"He asked, hook-nosed."
"No rush. First, let's inform the Dragon Tiger Guards and report our thoughts. Then we can ask them for their assistance. Travel expenses are one thing, but we also need to let the Dragon Tiger Guards see that we are truly risking our lives for our future."
Mo Dao blinked and, following the outline that the paper fan had prepared for him beforehand, began to arrange things logically and clearly.
Half an hour later.
The others led their trusted subordinates away, while Mo Dao and Paper Fan remained where they were for three or four minutes.
Sun Shun came out of the cubicle.
"Sir, what do you think?"
Mo Dao said respectfully.
"Let me make this clear from the start: our promises will only stand if we succeed. If we fail, then everything will be for naught, and you will be who you are. We will not hesitate to encircle and annihilate you."
Therefore, whether for your own future or for your own lives, I urge you to give it your all.
Because if you fail, the White-Striped Tiger Cavalry of the prefectural city will be the ones hunting you down to eliminate the negative impact.
Sun Shun said calmly.
"Don't worry, we know what to do."
"That's fine. We won't be stingy with anything you need, as long as you use it."
For example, excellent weaponry is needed for fighting, good medicine is needed for martial arts training, skilled doctors are needed after being injured, and accurate intelligence is needed for an attack.
In short, we will provide all support except for personally participating.
After wielding the big stick, Sun Shun timely offered a sweet treat—well, a watermelon.
Around 6 PM.
The tattooed giant stood atop the watchtower, pointed at the white-patterned copper coin beside him, and asked directly, "Unless otherwise instructed, I will begin."
"Let's begin."
The cold response came from the white-patterned copper coin.
Peng Chi, who was seething with anger, lost a fifth of his men in one afternoon, with several of his own brothers' bodies never found, and was then ordered not to seek revenge, developed PTSD.
After receiving reports from Fu Que and Sun Shun, Peng Chi emptied the Tiger Cavalry's armory without hesitation. Not to mention the military flags and magical artifacts, he lent out half of them within his authority.
Mid-range instant messaging requires the use of "Following the Wind" copper coins, representing the nation's fortune, for each use. Peng Chi even gave one to each of the surrendered gang leaders.
The purpose was to exchange information as quickly as possible and maximize combat effectiveness. As for weapons and equipment, they were given the official Tiger Cavalry standard equipment, only the insignia were worn down.
After exchanging information with Mo Dao, the tattooed giant waved his hand, and dozens of people suddenly emerged from the village hidden in the mountains. They were all dressed in black armor and carried black blades, with a powerful crossbow hanging on their backs. Led by the tattooed giant, they headed towards a secluded path in the mountains.
They remained silent for about half an hour before the tattooed man led his men to a mountain hollow. This was a special path used for smuggling into the depths of the dense forest, maintained and guarded by about seven or eight people.
After the tattooed giant arrived at the ravine, he waved his hand behind him, and dozens of his elite gang members immediately hid behind the treetops and thorny bushes.
Before long, a convoy of vehicles slowly came to a stop at the foot of the mountain. A middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties, wearing a mountaineering coat and chewing on grass, walked towards the checkpoint at the foot of the mountain.
"Same old rule, I'll borrow your road to stock up on some goods."
The middle-aged man spat out the bits of grass he had in his mouth and then casually spoke to the person at the checkpoint.
"Of course, no problem. But this guy keeps passing through, and the road is cleared by our Flying Eagle Gang. Shouldn't we at least show some consideration?"
The person leading the way through the checkpoint was all smiles.
"What did you say?"
The middle-aged man had just finished greeting everyone and was waiting for the people at the checkpoint to open the roadblock so the convoy could pass, but he was shocked to hear this sentence and said in disbelief.
"Hey, this road was opened up by our Flying Eagle Gang, and you guys keep trampling on it. Shouldn't you pay us some kind of toll?"
The leader repeated, "The brothers need to eat too."
"If you take back what you said now, I'll assume you were drunk and talking nonsense before you put the card on. Otherwise, this isn't over."
The middle-aged man took a dried grass leaf out of his pocket again, put it in his mouth and chewed it, the smile on his face gone.
"Who the hell is sending you supplies in the mountains? Who gave the orders that the demons didn't attack your families? I think you really want to die."
"Damn it, every time we sent supplies, we paid them back. The black market price is five times higher, but you guys are ten times higher! These mountain demons are acting recklessly, and every time we brothers have stood up for you, have you ever given a single penny to the brothers who died?"
The leader responded with a cold face.
The two stared at each other for a long time. The middle-aged man pointed at the leader of the Flying Eagle Gang and said, word by word, "I can't give you the money, but I can help you get promoted. If the Qi family says so, I'll give it to you, but not now. Make way, I need to get through."
"You've made me laugh. The Qi family is a big shot. That's how gangs operate. They'll give you benefits if they can, and they'll definitely treat you well. If they can't give you benefits, they'll still give you benefits. I'd rather dig up your ancestral graves than bury them in the wrong place."
"If I were to give you a friendly face, wouldn't that be just plain stupid? If the Qi family were to make a trip and give our Flying Eagle Gang a 30% cut, we'd be willing to go anywhere, even cross the street in front of me."
Anger is the breeding ground for literature; those who pass by without paying tolls end up with nothing but empty platitudes for the leaders of prenatal education programs.
"You damn Flying Eagle Gang next door, you're so..."
There was a burly, arrogant guy in the convoy who was used to being tough. He kicked over the chair of the Flying Eagle Gang leader and yelled.
"collapse!"
Before he could finish speaking, a bowstring snapped.
The tattooed giant leaped down from the treetop where he was hiding, raised his hand, aimed at the burly man who was speaking, and pulled the trigger.
This was a standard crossbow, a weapon rigorously selected and produced by the Hangzhou Prefecture's General Works Bureau. The burly man didn't even have time to react before the arrow shot directly between his eyebrows, and the immense impact pinned him to a tree to his side and behind.
"Fuck you, you've given me too much credit. You really think I'm a house sparrow, huh?"
The tattooed giant turned around and roared, "Come out, all of you! Let them know who's in charge here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the elite Flying Eagle Gang members, who had been hiding there, fell from the treetops like dumplings being dropped into a pot, each holding a standard military crossbow, with arrows gleaming coldly aimed at the convoy.
"You fucking want to die?!"
The middle-aged man was also ruthless. He roused his blood and instantly drew his sword, ready to charge at the tattooed giant.
"At a time like this, you're still trying to act tough with me?"
The tattooed giant remained motionless as the middle-aged man charged towards him.
Old Xu, with a large beard, emerged from the shadows carrying a long spear. He pressed down on the shaft with his left hand and thrust forward with his right thumb. The spear blade, sharp as a cold star, instantly sent the charging middle-aged man flying. He shouted expressionlessly, "Kill them all except the leader."
Arrows flew like locusts.
Dozens of Eagle Gang members, now equipped with new weapons, attacked the convoy without a word, drawing their swords and knives.