Madman!

Chapter 92: If You Cross the Line, I Will Kill You

The crowd watched as Chen Wujun stretched his body, his arms lashing out like steel whips. Gao Fei took a hit to the forehead, and an instant later, red and white matter splattered everywhere.

"Boss!" Gao Fei's subordinates, who had been hesitating whether to charge, cried out in alarm.

Then, a silence so profound fell over the scene that even the birds seemed to hold their breath.

Gao Fei's men instinctively began to crowd backward, though those at the very rear, seemingly unaware of what had just transpired, stood rooted to the spot.

"Finish them off! Take Gao Fei's territory for me!" Chen Wujun exhaled sharply and waved his hand.

In just two moves, Chen Wujun had beaten Li Zhijun and Gao Fei to death. His ferocious display sent adrenaline surging through Ah Fei and the others, flushing their faces with excitement.

At Chen Wujun's command, Ah Fei immediately led the men in a surge forward.

"Hack them to pieces!"

"Kill!"

It was only then that Gao Fei's subordinates retreated in chaos, wishing they had grown an extra pair of legs to run faster.More than sixty men were chased down and slashed at by Ah Fei and his crew.

Chen Wujun looked down at Gao Fei's corpse, squatted, and patted around the pockets. He fished out a pack of cigarettes, took one out, placed it between his lips, and lit it.

Standing up, he spotted the dance hall girl from earlier, covered in blood and shivering in a corner.

Several of his gang members emerged from the dance hall, their faces bruised and swollen.

"Brother Jun."

"Take her to get checked out. Make sure her face isn't ruined; she relies on her looks and body to eat. If she is disfigured, arrange a job for her so she doesn't starve."

"Since she stepped into my venue, she counts as one of my people."

After all, his men had poached her, and if she was disfigured in retaliation, giving her work wasn't difficult—and it would sound good for his reputation.

"Thank you, Brother Jun! Thank you!" The woman hurriedly stood up, crying with snot and tears running down her face.

Only then did Chen Wujun, cigarette dangling from his mouth, walk over to Li Zhijun. The man was hanging on by a mere thread of breath.

"You really had some nerve... well, look at you now. Beaten to death..."

Gao Fei and Li Zhijun weren't weak; their strength was comparable to Cun Bao or Ah Hao. But in kung fu, a hairline difference in skill meant a world of difference in outcome, and Chen Wujun was significantly stronger than them.

Expressionless, Chen Wujun stomped on Li Zhijun's neck to finish him, then continued walking down Lung Kong Road.

Along the way, Lidong's slashed subordinates lay on the ground groaning. Seeing Chen Wujun approach, they used every ounce of remaining strength to scramble aside, terrified he might kick them to death.

He walked to the end of Lung Kong Road. Ahead lay Prince Edward Road West.

Even the busiest parts of Lung Kong Road seemed dim, while just a few steps away outside the Walled City, Prince Edward Road West was a river of endless lights and traffic.

Although the street was somewhat messy, it was far cleaner than the interior of the Walled City.

Beneath Chen Wujun's feet lay a lawless zone beyond government reach, while mere steps away began the land of law and order.

Chen Wujun walked to a convenience store, grabbed a bottle of soda, and twisted the cap off with a simple pinch of his fingers. He pulled up a stool and sat outside, sipping his drink while his gaze lingered on Prince Edward Road West. That outside world was where he truly longed to be.

But before that, he had to break through to the Qi Refining realm.

Earlier, Gao Fei had summoned most of his manpower, including a portion of Li Zhijun's men.

With those forces scattered, it didn't take long for Ah Fei and the others to clear Gao Fei's people from Lung Kong Road and regroup around Chen Wujun.

"Brother Jun."

"Wait here a moment. Let's see who shows up. Tell them Lidong crossed the line first. Now that I've beaten Gao Fei to death, Lung Kong Road is mine. Anyone who dares enter will meet the same fate."

"Go drag the bodies of Gao Fei and Li Zhijun over here."

Ah Fei dispatched men to retrieve the corpses, then stood behind Chen Wujun and bowed slightly. "Brother Jun, you've killed Gao Fei and Li Zhijun and seized Lidong's turf. They won't let this slide. We should notify Sister Shark Jiu."

"I'll make a call," Chen Wujun said after a moment's thought.

Before, the problem hadn't been resolved; when people stepped on his toes, he couldn't just ask Shark Jiu to fight his battles.

Now that the enemies were dead and the territory secured, it was time to inform Shark Jiu.

He immediately dialed her number.

"Senior Sister, just now, Fire Dragon's subordinate Gao Fei and Wen Long's man Li Zhijun came to sweep my venue. I beat them to death and took Gao Fei's territory."

"Why? A dancer from his club defected to mine. People strive for higher ground just as water flows downward. If he can't keep his staff, how is that my problem?"

"Don't worry. I'll kill anyone who dares to come..." Chen Wujun's face was fierce as his gaze swept left and right. He could already see Lidong's lackeys gathering in the distance.

As Gao Fei's men fled back, Lidong's members from nearby gambling dens, dance halls, and bars received orders. Wielding weapons, they poured onto the streets and congregated on both sides of the Lung Kong Road entrance.

Many had no idea what had happened and were busy asking around.

"Return the bodies of Gao Fei and Li Zhijun to them!" Chen Wujun ordered.

Ah Fei immediately led his men to drag the corpses over and dumped them between the two groups.

Moments later, the Lidong members dragged the bodies away. Upon recognizing the two men, a commotion broke out.

A man wearing red trousers and a pink shirt parted the crowd and walked out. He cast a cold glance toward Chen Wujun, then squatted to examine the bodies.

"Fuck, that's ruthless!"

His gaze flickered with uncertainty. He had learned the full story on his way here. 'Even Yu Wei couldn't have killed these two in just a couple of moves,' he thought. 'That kid across from me is even more vicious and ferocious than before.'

...

"Who's the one in the red pants?" The opponent's outfit was so garish Chen Wujun couldn't miss it if he tried.

"That's Ma Wang, one of Fire Dragon's men," Ah Fei said.

Fire Dragon only had three capable subordinates. Now that Chen Wujun had killed Gao Fei, only Ma Wang and Chicken Foot Seven remained.

The one in the red pants was Ma Wang.

"Dressing so arrogantly... I'll find a chance to beat him to death! We'll hang him up to serve as a traffic light!" Chen Wujun sat boldly on his stool, finding Ma Wang more of an eyesore the longer he looked.

A moment later, Ah Fei's phone rang. After taking the call, he leaned in close to Chen Wujun. "Brother Cun Bao and Brother Ah Hao are gathering their men together."

Upon hearing this, Chen Wujun stood up and walked step by step to the edge of Lung Kong Road.

He dragged his foot to draw a line on the ground, then looked at Ma Wang and snarled, "Anyone who crosses this line, I will beat to death!"

"If your lackeys cross this line, I will beat you to death!"

"If Chicken Foot Seven's lackeys cross this line, I will beat you to death!"

"If Wen Long's subordinates cross this line, I will also beat you to death!"

Hearing this, Ma Wang's temper flared instantly. Veins throbbed on his forehead; he was practically driven mad with rage.

It was infuriating.

His subordinates were in an uproar.

"Kid, don't be so arrogant! Believe it or not, I'll..."

"Come on, bite me!" Chen Wujun's eyes flashed with ferocity as he beckoned to Ma Wang.

If the man dared to step out, he would beat him to death right now.

"Fuck!" Ma Wang's veins bulged with anger, yet he didn't move a single step.

He wasn't stupid. Chen Wujun had killed Gao Fei and Li Zhijun in moments; going up there meant death for him too.

But if he didn't respond now, where would his dignity be?

"Hello, Brother Fire Dragon? That kid is too arrogant, I really want to kill him... I understand..." Ma Wang spoke a few words into his phone, then glared coldly at Chen Wujun and fell silent.

Chen Wujun scoffed. "Remember, if anyone dares to cross the line, I'll beat you to death and hang you outside the Walled City to serve as a traffic light!"

Having said his piece, he turned and walked back.

Ma Wang reached out to stop his subordinates. "Wait for Brother Fire Dragon's orders!"

...

"Curry, take some men and watch my arcade!"

Chen Wujun issued the order upon returning to the front of the convenience store.

Fire Dragon only had those two capable men left.

Wen Long originally had five. One was casually killed by Shark Jiu during the last war, Yu Wei was beaten to death by Chen Wujun in the ring, and now Li Zhijun was dead too, leaving only two.

Combined, they only had four decent fighters between them.

Meanwhile, under Shark Jiu, there were Ji Xiang, Cun Bao, Flower Boy Rong, Ah Hao... and himself.

Chen Wujun was certain Wen Long and Fire Dragon wouldn't dare start a fight tonight.

In the end, Hetu and Lidong would have to sit down and talk.

Anyway, he definitely wouldn't spit out what he had already swallowed.

What worried him most now were his arcades on Longjin Street; those places brought in gold by the bucketload every day.

If they were smashed up, his losses would be massive.

Chen Wujun left two men there to keep an eye on Lidong's movements.

The others followed him to the dance hall. It was mostly smashed up—speakers and light tubes destroyed—and the dancers were huddling to one side, waiting for news.

"Bastards. My place is wrecked. Who's going to compensate me?" Chen Wujun's mood turned foul the moment he saw the state of the venue.

The speakers, lights, and furniture were smashed; it would cost at least twenty thousand to fix. Plus, redecorating meant suspending business, bleeding money every day—another few tens of thousands gone.

The more he looked, the angrier he got. He really wanted to go beat Ma Wang to death right now.

As Chen Wujun had predicted, Fire Dragon and Wen Long mobilized a group of men that night, but in the end, they didn't attack.

Chen Wujun waited until one in the morning before withdrawing his subordinates and going back to sleep.

Taking off his clothes, he inspected himself. There was a large, purplish-red swelling on his chest. It looked frightening, but it was just a superficial injury.

Chen Wujun grinned, in an excellent mood.

The effects of the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell Cover were already showing.

Before, if he had taken a hit like that head-on, his bones would have been broken.

But now it was just some bruising. With some medicine, he'd be healed in four or five days.

The next morning, he stopped by the martial arts hall, then went directly to Shark Jiu's home.

"Come in..." Shark Jiu, wearing a white silk shirt with her short hair in disarray, opened the door. Seeing it was him, she said, "Come in."

She yawned as she turned and walked back inside.

Following behind her, Chen Wujun glanced at her and thought that Shark Jiu's legs were truly long.

Although they weren't as thick as his own, he could see distinct muscles rippling with every step she took.

"You certainly did us proud. Killing Fire Dragon's and Wen Long's men last night... those two must be going crazy with rage right now."

"They were the ones who stepped on my toes this time, sweeping my venue. They deserved to be beaten to death," Chen Wujun said.

"That's the best part." Shark Jiu opened the fridge, grabbed a soda, and tossed it to Chen Wujun. She then took out a bottle of milk, opened it, and downed it before continuing:

"We have the moral high ground. Let's see what they have to say this time."

"It'll surely be Lin Jiandong and Master Xin talking again. Regardless, I'll definitely back you up. We're certainly not giving the territory back; they had it coming."

"Alternatively, Fire Dragon might send someone to fight a gambling match with you, but he definitely won't dare. He has no one usable left. Wen Long doesn't have any experts left either. In the end, they'll just have to hold their noses and swallow this loss."

"But you need to be careful," Shark Jiu warned.

"The gambling match last time was one thing, but with this happening now... Fire Dragon and Wen Long won't let it rest."

"They won't personally come after you; they still care about their reputation, and they fear my retaliation. But they will definitely find someone else to deal with you."