The words had already reached this point. Lawyer Zhou threatened him to surrender and smashed his place. Killing someone in his territory, even if Brother Sun was afraid of trouble, he had to take action now. Google seaʀᴄh novel·fire.net
With so many people present, they couldn’t handle a little lawyer?
Letting him go to jail was worse than letting him die!
Brother Sun suddenly flipped the table, shouted "Get the express package ready for eight days," and his underlings responded immediately, grabbing beer bottles and batons and charging over. The place was plunged into chaos, resembling a slow-motion scene from a Hong Kong movie where a group of gangsters rush to mob the protagonist.
Fushimi Roku picked up a stool, swinging left and right, first sweeping the underlings from both sides. Then he tossed the stool aside, grabbed a fruit knife, and with one hand on the mahjong table, he leaped over and grabbed Brother Sun’s hair, pulling it hard back.
Brother Sun’s face twisted and contorted as if his soul was being sucked out. His scalp hurt like it was about to split, and he could only follow Fushimi Roku’s force and lean back, swinging a backhand punch towards Fushimi Roku’s side face.
With a soft sound, Fushimi Roku, like slaughtering a pig, pulled Brother Sun’s hair and stabbed his neck with a knife. The punch instantly lost its strength, landing lightly on his shoulder, weakly clutching his arm.
Taking advantage of the underlings not yet reacting, he raised his hand and stabbed three more times consecutively, turning Brother Sun into a sieve.
The underlings’ eyes were bloodshot with anger, the braver ones bare-chested fighting, while the smarter ones ran out to grab weapons. Fushimi Roku moved agilely, single-handedly fighting against all odds.
Yi Zetao and Ma Xiang were ready to slip away. Minamoto Tamako blocked them at the door, questioning, "Where do you think you’re going?"
"There are more than ten people inside! Lawyer Zhou is done for, we can’t let him drag us down..."
Before Ma Xiang could finish, Minamoto Tamako twirled the gun muzzle and said, "Go back! How can you flee right before the battle? Did you forget why we’re here?"
"Of course, we remember," Yi Zetao interrupted, trying to persuade, "But the situation doesn’t require our intervention. Brother Sun’s underlings will naturally take care of Lawyer Zhou..."
"If they can’t handle it, even with us it’s pointless!" Ma Xiang interjected.
Minamoto Tamako looked at them with disappointment, thinking that gangsters were still gangsters. Their discipline indeed couldn’t compare with the police. They were just one step away from final victory; how could they retreat now? With so many people to help at this moment, when would they have such an opportunity again?
She, citing Chen Ming’s harshness, explained that based on her understanding of Lawyer Zhou, Brother Sun’s underlings would never subdue Lawyer Zhou. Therefore, they had to assist to increase their chances.
Ma Xiang shook his head repeatedly, refusing to help no matter what; Yi Zetao didn’t react much, but he was edging towards the door.
Seeing this, Minamoto Tamako shouted angrily, "Didn’t you say you’d be willing to go through fire and water? Scared of such little difficulties?"
Yi Zetao genuinely didn’t understand how an eight-year-old could be so bold. They say character is revealed in adversity, and right now, he was somewhat impressed.
But being impressed didn’t mean he was willing to risk his life. He could only politely express that he lacked the capability to do so, and that their prior words were exaggerated to demonstrate commitment, not a literal promise to go through fire and water.
After hearing this, Minamoto Tamako understood what kind of people they were.
Since force was ineffective, Minamoto Tamako could only motivate through other means: "You better think it through. If Lawyer Zhou isn’t dead, you two are next... You all saw how Liu Daniu died, right? If you don’t find a way to take him out now, can you still have peaceful days in the future?"
Upon hearing this, Ma Xiang envisioned being haunted day and night by vengeful ghosts. No matter where he hid, Lawyer Zhou would find him, slaughtering him like livestock, slicing his throat, and brutally draining his blood... He couldn’t help but shiver and finally stopped walking.
Yi Zetao remained unmoved, having figured out Lawyer Zhou’s character, he quietly retorted, "If it really doesn’t work out, we can also turn ourselves in... As long as we go to jail, he’ll then let us go."
"Turning ourselves in... That... doesn’t seem right..."
Ma Xiang looked distressed. With his meek personality, life in jail would be a living death. Cleaning toilets and backsides for the cell boss would be the least of his problems. If he encountered someone with a taste for certain "interests," he’d likely become a communal plaything...
"Since you don’t want to die or turn yourselves in, your only choice is to take out Lawyer Zhou!"
Minamoto Tamako loudly encouraged, "Grab a weapon now, follow my lead, I won’t let you die in vain!"
Ma Xiang and Yi Zetao exchanged glances. After a moment of silence, the former gritted his teeth, glanced around, picked up a fallen beer bottle, and with reddened eyes said, "Then let’s fight! Brother Tao, if we don’t fight, we won’t get through this!"
Yi Zetao could only follow by picking up a chair leg, sighed, and said, "We’ve been through thick and thin together anyway."
Minamoto Tamako looked relieved, tucked the gun into her waistband, reached out to pat them on the shoulders, indicating for them to circle arms around each other’s shoulders in a circle, loudly cheering themselves on. In Japan, they do this before matches or missions as motivation. It looked a bit corny but was full of atmosphere at the moment, greatly inspiring.
Yi Zetao and Ma Xiang weren’t Japanese, so they didn’t quite understand. They adopted a different method of morale-boosting, swearing brotherhood on the spot, facing the Guan Gong statue in the casino corner. They swore to not seek the same birth or death year, but at least the same day... The scene suddenly turned especially solemn, with a touch of absurd humor reminiscent of a Stephen Chow film.