Chapter 31: The Actions of the Black Dog Gang

Chen Pan’er was frightened as well. She recognized Jiang Yuan, and hearing Jiang Butong’s command, her face was full of worry: “Be careful…”

“Go! Get help!” Jiang Butong said in a low voice.

Chen Pan’er knew the situation was urgent. She bit her lip lightly and hurried off to find reinforcements.

Jiang Butong grabbed two bricks and entered the alley.

Jiang Yuan let out a furious roar, his body suddenly lunging forward, swinging a steel pipe in a sweeping arc.

One of the thugs attacking Jiang Yuan didn’t retreat in time and was struck on the jaw by the steel pipe; the sickening sound of bone crunching filled the air.

The thug collapsed, mouth full of blood.

“Finish him off!” shouted another.

The remaining four knew Jiang Yuan’s stamina was nearly spent. They were preparing to swarm him.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed!

One of the thugs instinctively turned his head.

A brick was flying straight toward him, growing larger by the second.

Bang!

The brick shattered in two, the thug’s vision went black, and he toppled to the ground, unconscious.

Jiang Yuan wiped sweat from his eyes and saw Jiang Butong had arrived. A rare smile appeared on his face.

A thug saw Jiang Butong knock out his companion with a brick and shouted angrily, “Damn it, who the hell are you?”

Jiang Butong sneered coldly, “I’m Jiang Yuan’s brother!”

He didn’t wait for the thug to react, swinging the brick at him.

The thug retreated in panic, forgetting Jiang Yuan was still capable of fighting.

Jiang Yuan seized the opportunity, smashing the steel pipe onto the back of the thug’s head.

The thug didn’t even have time to groan before his body went limp and collapsed.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Butong and Jiang Yuan had dealt with two of the thugs.

The two remaining thugs were dumbfounded. Their advantage had been numbers, trapping Jiang Yuan; but now it was two against two—no chance of winning.

Jiang Yuan wiped the blood from his face, his eyes cold and fierce: “Tonight, no one is leaving alive. I’m not afraid to die!”

The two thugs caught a glimpse of Jiang Yuan’s terrifying gaze and Jiang Butong’s icy demeanor, and involuntarily stepped back.

“Trying to leave?” Jiang Yuan laughed, grabbing the steel pipe and charging at one of them.

The thug spun around to defend himself.

Jiang Butong locked eyes with the other.

Jiang Yuan, forgetting all defense, let the thug’s steel pipe strike his body, then swung his own with all his strength, smashing it down on the thug’s skull.

It was a fight of life for life.

The thug felt a tremendous force atop his head, blood streaming down and blinding his eyes.

Jiang Yuan grabbed the thug’s collar, dropped the steel pipe, and punched his face with relentless fury.

Jiang Butong dodged the other thug’s steel pipe, barehanded, seized the thug’s wrist, pressed in close, and drove his knee into the thug’s stomach.

The thug doubled over in pain.

Jiang Butong grabbed his hair and kneed him in the face.

“I surrender! I surrender! Stop, please stop!” The thug couldn’t withstand Jiang Butong’s assault and began to beg for mercy.

Jiang Butong let go, kicking the thug into the corner.

Jiang Yuan’s thug had long since lost consciousness, but Jiang Yuan kept raining blows, still unsatisfied.

Jiang Butong saw this and knew if it continued, the man would be beaten to death. He rushed over and grabbed Jiang Yuan’s arm.

“Little Tong…” Jiang Yuan saw it was Jiang Butong, and the ferocity on his face faded instantly.

“If you keep hitting him, you’ll kill him,” Jiang Butong said.

Jiang Yuan spat, blood in the saliva—he was clearly injured.

“Yuan, are you alright? Are you hurt?”

Jiang Butong looked at Jiang Yuan’s wounds: several blows to the face, shoulder, chest, and stomach, blood oozing from various injuries and soaking his clothes.

Jiang Yuan was breathing heavily: “I’m fine. If you hadn’t arrived in time, I might not have made it out.”

Jiang Butong stripped a shirt from the fallen thug and bandaged Jiang Yuan’s wounds.

“Are these men from the Black Dog Gang?” Jiang Butong asked.

“Yes,” Jiang Yuan nodded.

“What happened? How did they surround you?” Jiang Butong was puzzled.

“This afternoon, the Black Dog Gang came to provoke us again. They blocked the entrance to our parking lot, wouldn’t let anyone in. Our guys clashed with them. Then another group showed up. I couldn’t take it anymore and chased after them myself. Who’d have thought they’d ambush me here?” Jiang Yuan said fiercely.

Jiang Butong understood now: the enemy had dug a trap, deliberately luring Jiang Yuan in, planning to eliminate him in the alley. Once Jiang Yuan fell, his men would be scattered and helpless.

It seemed the Black Dog Gang was cunning indeed.

Jiang Butong’s gaze fell on the thug who had begged for mercy. He grabbed the thug’s collar.

“Is your boss Dog?” Jiang Butong asked.

“Yes… it’s Black Dog,” the thug dared not meet his eyes.

“What’s his plan against us? Speak clearly, or I’ll cripple a leg!” Jiang Butong’s eyes were icy.

The thug swallowed. Betraying his boss was taboo in the underworld; if Black Dog found out, his fate would be worse than losing a leg.

Jiang Butong exchanged a look with Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan grinned, picking up the steel pipe.

“Just now, Little Tong threatened one leg. Add mine, that’s both legs crippled!”

The sound of the steel pipe scraping the ground made the thug’s face turn pale—two legs meant a lifetime in a wheelchair.

“No, no… please, I’ll talk…” The thug knew there was no escape.

His name was Liu Shanzhu. He’d been with the Black Dog Gang four or five years, earning Dog’s trust, which was why he was sent here.

Dog’s plan was to dispatch two waves: the first to lure Jiang Yuan’s men away.

The second wave was the real kill squad, painstakingly arranged to eliminate Jiang Yuan. Originally, the plan was to take him out at the parking lot, but with too many witnesses, they chose to lure him out.

Thus the ambush in the alley.

Before acting, Dog had investigated Jiang Yuan thoroughly; Jiang Yuan had around twenty men, five or six assigned to Chen Sheng’s restaurant, others busy with personal matters, leaving only ten or so nearby.

The first wave drew out six or seven, the second left Jiang Yuan with three or four.

Dog had six men ambushed here—more than enough.

His only oversight was Jiang Butong.

“Does your boss have another plan?” Jiang Butong asked Liu Shanzhu.

A flicker of hesitation crossed Liu Shanzhu’s eyes before he shook his head. “No.”

Jiang Butong caught the glimmer in his eyes and sneered, “Shanzhu, since you’ve already betrayed your boss, you can choose to follow me. I’ll have Yuan forgive the past; everyone served their own master before, but think carefully.”

Jiang Yuan understood Jiang Butong’s intention. He rested the steel pipe on his shoulder and said, “Your boss will fall to me sooner or later. Submit now and I’ll make you a hall master.”

Under threat and temptation, Liu Shanzhu gritted his teeth and chose to submit.

Through Liu Shanzhu’s account, they learned Dog had a second plan: targeting Chen Sheng’s restaurant!

Jiang Butong was shocked; they hadn’t even met Dog and yet he had already uncovered their situation.

Jiang Yuan’s expression was grave. The Black Dog Gang was clearly in a different league than Hou San.

Jiang Butong let go of Liu Shanzhu. “Go deliver a message to Dog: tell him to come and collect his men’s corpses.”

Liu Shanzhu breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave when Jiang Butong suddenly pulled a tape from his pocket.

“You know what to say. Everything you just told me is on this tape. If I discover you double-crossing, I’ll personally hand this tape to your boss.”

Liu Shanzhu paled and nodded.

“Give me your address. I’ll come find you when the time comes,” Jiang Butong said.

Liu Shanzhu had no choice but to give his address.

“After it’s done, you join us. How about it?” Jiang Butong knew that to understand the Black Dog Gang, he needed to insert his own man inside.