Daily Evolution from Mastering Tai Chi

Chapter 355 - 273: The First Tense Standoff (2)

After the training was completed, Wang Ye parted ways with Carlos. He then changed into a suit and left the hotel, heading straight to the gang’s territory at 0.5 Mach speed. According to the report from Terry yesterday, they were set to have a conflict with another gang today, meaning Wang Ye was going to use his mind control ability for the first time to annex another gang.

The gang that was being provoked into conflict was named the Acks Gang, which was considered very powerful in the nearby districts. Its strength was far greater than the gang controlled by Wang Ye, with a scale exceeding a hundred members, and it operated an underground casino in the vicinity. The gang’s main income also came from this casino.

If Wang Ye could annex this gang, his weekly concentrated sulfuric acid baths could advance to every three days. Furthermore, the scale of the gang’s numbers would increase four or five times, reaching the status of a mid-sized gang. Subsequent annexations of other gangs would be more effortless, potentially not even requiring Wang Ye’s mind control, with mere intimidation being sufficient to annex them directly.

However, Wang Ye’s main focus was still on self-evolution, not wanting to waste too much time on such matters. So, he needed to strike swiftly and decisively, annex the opponent’s gang promptly, and then return to the gang’s territory for a satisfying concentrated sulfuric acid bath and retreat to the hotel for rest.

After meeting Terry and Little Jack, Wang Ye instructed them to gather all the gang members within the territory.

Quickly, over thirty gang members gathered on the street.

Most of them were armed with sticks and machetes.

The core members, however, carried handguns or rifles.

Wang Ye had Li Weimin’s Glock handgun tucked at his waist, hidden by the hem of his suit jacket. Although the power of such a gun was inferior to his throwing power and had a much slower firing rate, it was now essentially a symbol of status in the district, indicating his ability to threaten others’ lives at any moment. Therefore, carrying a handgun was still necessary.

Of course, for safety, to defend and protect himself at critical moments, Wang Ye carried a large weight steel nail in his pocket. This nail was custom-made recently, with the material replaced at the front end with harder and heavier tungsten steel, making it heavier overall compared to standard cement nails used for construction, with a shifted center of gravity forward but almost unchanged in size.

Wang Ye specifically tested it, and he could throw this specially made semi-tungsten steel nail with kinetic energy in the range of two to three thousand joules, comparable to the power of a rifle bullet. He could accurately kill humans even from five hundred meters away.

This was even the result of slacking off in training his throwing recently. If he had taken the time to diligently train throwing lately, the throwing power would have exceeded some sniper rifles by now.

But Wang Ye felt no regret, as his current opponents were mainly humans. He didn’t need such great power because, even if they were wearing bulletproof vests, his current throwing power could easily break through defenses. Higher power than that of sniper rifles would only be used against armored machinery like tanks, planes with steel exteriors.

While Terry led the way, Wang Ye specifically bought a mask on the street, a mask of a Japanese demon with a ferocious and eerie appearance. Wearing it was very oppressive. The reason Wang Ye deliberately wore a mask was that he realized his current identity had become very sensitive and had gained high notoriety online. If he were accidentally photographed by passersby mingling with gangsters and the pictures got posted online, his constructed image as an athlete would collapse immediately. Before this, Wang Ye had never thought the word "collapse" would be associated with him.

Terry couldn’t help but say, "Leader, are you... cosplaying?"

Wang Ye casually waved his hand, "Just hiding my identity, don’t mind me, just lead the way."

At this moment, Terry walked at the forefront of all the gang members. He appeared to be the leader of the gang, a situation Terry would usually find exhilarating.

But now he felt like he was being roasted, trembling with anxiety. The real leader was right behind him, while he stood at the front, what kind of protocol was this?

Since donning the mask, Wang Ye’s already heavy, oppressive aura from wearing a suit had become even more intimidating, with his "killing intent" seemingly growing stronger. The surrounding gang members didn’t dare approach him within two meters, instinctively spreading out.

Seeing the reaction from the surrounding gang members, Wang Ye nodded with satisfaction. This was the effect he desired. As a leader of an organization, having an aura of oppression was crucial; it invisibly increased members’ compliance, allowing him to proceed effortlessly.

Some leaders even habitually train their expressions and speech in front of the mirror every morning to enhance their aura, changing their "facial appearance," making them look as if they’re angry when expressionless. Changing such a so-called "facial appearance" is very difficult; it involves honing one’s micro-expressions, adjusting one’s facial habits, and maintaining them for years before the face may start to change.

Of course, besides honing one’s appearance, another method to enhance one’s oppressive aura is to work on others’ psychology. In a lover’s eyes, you may appear beautiful, while in an enemy’s eyes, you may appear as a fierce ghost. When you sincerely fear someone, their image may change in your eyes.

Many people, when facing certain famous internet celebrities or stars, feel the other’s aura is very strong, even needing eye contact. It’s not because the other actually possesses a strong aura, but because they are sufficiently renowned, with much higher social status, causing you to experience fear.

Yet Wang Ye was different; he genuinely had a strong presence. Even if people around didn’t know him, they would feel a tangible sense of oppression from him, with an impulse to kneel and crawl.

He once used his aura to scare off old dogs; creatures like cats and dogs, being lower animals, are most sensitive to aura, fleeing upon detecting a hint of threat. Humans, while not as keen on aura, experiencing a strong presence at a certain boundary would feel intense fear.

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Soon enough, the gang members arrived at the entrance of an underground casino.

It was in a dilapidated building, with the underground casino located in the basement of this old structure.

At this moment, the rusty iron door of the casino was shut tight, seemingly locked from the inside.

Standing over two meters tall, Little Jack slowly walked to the door and kicked open the rusty iron door.

Boom!!!

The people inside were startled and retreated swiftly.

But soon, some of them came to their senses,

pulled out handguns and pointed them at the thirty-plus Sloos Gang members crowded around the entrance.

"Hey bitch! Get lost!"

"Do you know what kind of trouble you’re in?"

"If you know what’s good for you, hurry up and get out!"

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At this moment, Terry nonchalantly raised his hand, and instantly the members behind him drew their guns from their waists, aiming at the personnel inside the casino. The atmosphere between the two sides instantly escalated to a tense standoff.

While both sides remained deadlocked, a man with a hawk-like nose cautiously spoke:

"Are you the leader of the Sloos Gang?"

"No, I’m just a member," Terry said coldly.

"Yesterday, a member of your gang injured one of my casino employees, who is now unconscious in the hospital. How are you planning to resolve this?" As he spoke, the hawk-nosed man squinted, making a "3" gesture, "Thirty thousand for reconciliation."