Chapter 2203 - 2404: Lost Money and Men

"Damn it, who dares to make trouble in my territory!"

The person who stepped in and spoke was none other than Brother Wumao, the man who made Gangster Boss tremble with fear before even seeing him. As soon as Wumao spoke, Gangster Boss's legs turned weak, and he couldn't utter a single word, feeling almost paralyzed.

He never imagined that right after paying off the trouble to settle the matter, Wumao would suddenly appear. He thought money could solve the problem and everything would be fine. He didn't expect Wumao to emerge at this moment, making the situation much more complicated.

The crucial thing was the tone Wumao used, indicating he planned to handle the matter seriously. Just a few days ago, Gangster Boss had heard that Wumao had sent someone who caused trouble in his territory straight to the hospital, leaving them as a half-dead vegetable. Yet despite this, the person's family and brothers dared not say a word, because Wumao's current power was enormous. Any retaliation would only lead to a worse outcome than now.

At this moment, his gang members were all terrified, as if soulless. Initially, they thought they'd pay off the debt and that'd be it. They planned to ambush and teach Hao Jian and his friends a lesson afterward, and even have some fun with Zhang Danlin and Liang Xiaohan, as revenge for the loss of thirty thousand dollars.

But they hadn't expected Wumao's sudden appearance, which threw them into a hopeless abyss.

"Why is nobody speaking up?" Wumao was a bit angry.

Immediately, someone walked to Wumao's side, nodding and flattering, saying: "Boss, it was him causing trouble here, boasting that he's not afraid of you, that you mean nothing to him. He was utterly arrogant, and I was just about to teach him a lesson."

Gangster Boss heard this, feeling chills down his spine, and instantly wanted to curse. Dammit, when did I ever say that? You said thirty thousand dollars could resolve this matter, and I agreed. I was just about to give you the money, and now you're saying this and trapping me in endless disaster. What the hell is your intention?

He was furious, as were his men, but none of them dared speak. They remained silent, even though they were dying of anger inside. Hearing the words, Wumao couldn't contain his anger.

"What?" He looked furious.

The person lowered his head immediately, not daring to speak. Meanwhile, Wumao was filled with rage. Damn it, someone dared say such things in his absence. Do they not fear him? Damn it. Enraged, Wumao suddenly grabbed a stick from a subordinate and walked towards Gangster Boss.

Gangster Boss watched fearfully as Wumao approached him with a stick, yet he dared not move a muscle, knowing it would only fuel Wumao's anger, leading to certain death. Wumao soon stood before him, raised the stick, and struck Gangster Boss's head with a heavy blow.

"Bang!" Wumao struck hard, drawing blood, knocking Gangster Boss to the ground with a head wound. He held his head, not daring to speak or make a sound, suppressing his pain. Wumao stepped on his head, angrily shouting, "Damn it, repeat it! Tell me! Say it!"

Gangster Boss didn't dare to say it. The unfounded accusations weighed on him, making it hard to breathe; he held his head and said, "No, Brother Wumao, I never said those things."

The person immediately confronted him, angrily saying, "Are you accusing me of lying to Brother Wumao!"

Gangster Boss shook his head quickly, saying, "No!"

"Bang!" Another hit landed on his head, leaving him disoriented. Meanwhile, he heard Wumao say, "So you are saying you were lying to me earlier!"

Gangster Boss felt miserable, forced to endure accusations for words he never said. His head received another unwarranted blow, bleeding profusely, nearing exhaustion, with Wumao's foot still on his head, making him feel close to death.

It was his first time feeling so oppressed, unable to speak, not knowing what to do next.

At that moment, Wumao lifted his leg and said to his subordinates, "Beat him until even his damn mother won't recognize him!"

The crowd was shocked, and Gangster Boss felt his soul leave him, with none of his henchmen daring to speak up. They instinctively stepped back, severing ties with him to avoid sharing in Wumao's potential wrath, as they couldn't afford the consequences.

A group followed orders, clenched their fists, and approached, lifting Gangster Boss for a fierce beating. At this moment, Gangster Boss cried and pleaded, "Brother Wumao, have mercy! I won't dare again next time."

Wumao raised his eyebrows and said, "Damn it, there's a next time? Keep beating, beat him hard!"

The small gang, hearing Wumao, escalated their actions, being more ruthless. Though they couldn't do much else, they were adept at beating people. Thus, the room echoed with Gangster Boss's screams of agony, creating an unsettling atmosphere for Hu Lai, Zhang Danlin, and the others.

Gangster Boss's subordinates quivered fearfully, not daring to move. They originally felt buzzed from the alcohol, but the fear erased that buzz, replaced by sheer terror touching their soul.

"Enough," a voice suddenly sounded from the side.

Aside from Gangster Boss's screams and pleas, there was no other sound in the room. So when this voice emerged, it captivated everyone's attention instantly. Following the voice led them to see Hao Jian sitting nearby.

Hu Lai and Zhang Danlin's faces quickly broke into cold sweat. They knew Wumao and Gangster Boss weren't on the same level. It was perilous to provoke Wumao, and seeing Hao Jian suddenly commanding Wumao made them anxious, wondering if Hao Jian was being rash.

They already planned that if Wumao turned on Hao Jian, they would all act together to escape.

However, unexpectedly, when Wumao looked at Hao Jian, rather than anger, he smiled and walked over.

"Brother Hao, is that you?" Wumao looked surprised.

Hao Jian chuckled and said, "That's enough, the lesson's been taught. Let them go."

Wumao, hearing this, waved at his men, saying, "Alright, listen to Brother Hao, let him go, and let them get out!"

The entire room was astonished. What… what was happening? Who is Wumao? Even Gangster Boss didn't dare say a word before him, paralyzed by fear, unwilling to move a finger during the beating. Yet Hao Jian casually spoke, and Wumao released Gangster Boss.

The main point was, Wumao called Hao Jian "Brother Hao," yet Hao Jian's manner with Wumao was commanding, which didn't anger Wumao, on the contrary, he seemed respectful and flattering. This shocked everyone, pondering who Hao Jian was, how powerful he must be, knowing everyone and earning their respect, which indeed was astonishing.

Among them, only Liang Xiaohan surveyed the situation calmly, comprehending what transpired without showing surprise. She had seen Wumao on Friday, recognizing who he was, so nothing surprised her, having guessed somewhat when Wumao entered.

Hu Lai, Fatty, Zheng Jun were present that day, but they were too panicked by the crowd to remember much and left after dispersing. In contrast, Liang Xiaohan had joined them for a meal, clearly recalling Wumao's identity.

She smirked coldly from the side.

Wumao had already ordered Gangster Boss to be released, and a group gathered around, helping him leave. However, at this moment, Hao Jian said suddenly, "Wait!"

The group stopped hurriedly, now fearing Hao Jian, totally unaware of his identity, shocked seeing Wumao treating him with respect.

They halted, confused, supporting the half-dead Gangster Boss, uncertain of Hao Jian's intentions. Suddenly, Hao Jian said, "They can leave, but they must leave the promised thirty thousand dollars for Brother Wumao."

As soon as Hao Jian spoke, the group began rifling through their pockets. These petty punks had little money, but dared not protest and complied. One by one, they searched their pockets, eventually collecting less than ten thousand. Finally, Gangster Boss handed over a card with over twenty thousand, combining over thirty thousand before they were released.

Initially, they aimed to reap benefits, but events unfolded unexpectedly, losing money and enduring injuries, perfectly describing a wives' loss, plus a defeated army.