LRAB Chapter 29 War God Plus Money Bro, But the Oriole is Waiting in the Back
Chapter 29 War God Plus Money Bro, But the Oriole is Waiting in the Back
The back alley of the Haoqing Nightclub.
Wu Zhaonan leaned against a Toyota van, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
Twenty men stood behind him, all dressed in black tracksuits, their expressions fierce.
Footsteps sounded, and Gandhi walked over with about thirty gangsters, carrying a black tote bag.
Gandhi's henchmen had brightly colored hair and dressed in a chaotic manner. Some had large tattoos on their arms, some smoked cigarettes, and some wore earrings, exuding a free and undisciplined vibe.
……
Meanwhile, on the rooftop of a tenement building across the street.
Shen Shaofeng held up night vision binoculars, observing the gathering of the two groups of people.
Wang Zhizong stood to the side, holding a walkie-talkie, quietly receiving a report.
"Sir Shen, Madam Yang from B1-1 reports that Gandhi's wife is in stable condition and is being accompanied by a female officer back to the police station to give her statement."
Shen Shaofeng took the walkie-talkie:
"Sister Bi, have Roy bring the team over. Gandhi and the others are ready to set off."
"clear."
Through the telescope, Gandhi handed a bag to a short-haired man, and a henchman squatted down to start counting the money.
Judging from Shen Shaofeng's perspective, the foreign aid that Gandhi brought in was far superior to his ignorant underlings.
"Atai, what's the situation with Golden Phoenix?"
Lin Yongtai reported: "Guohua is still in the V8 private room, drinking with Taiwanese businessmen, with eight of his men. There are more than twenty people guarding the place. The nightclub is operating normally, with about a hundred customers."
"Call Madam Wan and tell her to tell the brothers in the EU and PTU to assemble and stand by."
"receive."
In the back alley, Wu Zhaonan had already assigned tasks, and Gandhi's men and his men got into their cars.
Seven or eight Hiace bread trucks started up and drove off one after another.
"Ah Cong, take the brothers from B1-2 and follow them, keeping your distance. Wait until they enter the Golden Phoenix before taking any further action, only when given my orders."
"Received!" Wang Zhicong perked up and quickly led several team members downstairs.
……
Jordan Road, Phoenix Nightclub.
Wu Zhaonan pushed open the car door and, with several of his men, rushed towards the nightclub entrance.
Gandhi, with a large group of followers, followed closely behind.
At the entrance of the nightclub, the valet saw a group of people walking over and was about to go up and ask them something.
With a few muffled thuds, the henchmen at the door all collapsed to the ground.
Wu Zhaonan walked into the nightclub lobby without stopping.
The moving head lights on the ceiling were spinning, and in the dance floor, groups of men and women were dancing to the songs of the resident singer.
As Wu Zhaonan tied the machete to his gloved right hand with a cloth strip, he walked to the center of the stage.
He snatched the microphone from the singer's hand: "This is a matter of personal grudges; those who have nothing to do with this, leave immediately."
The entire room fell silent instantly, followed by a brief moment of deathly stillness, and then panic spread rapidly.
"Hey gangster buddy, let's go!"
"Help!"
"Hey, I just ordered, number 68..."
The singers, guests, and girlfriends screamed and rushed toward the exit.
Wine bottles and fruit platters were shattered all over the floor, tables and chairs were overturned, and the scene was chaotic.
Several henchmen tried to maintain order: "Hey, boss, don't go! We'll handle it!"
But nobody listens to them.
In less than a minute, apart from the waiters, only Wu Zhaonan and Gandhi's gang remained in the lobby; even the waiters had run away.
A series of footsteps sounded, and a dozen or so of Guo Hua's men approached.
The leader was a man with a scar, and his gaze was fixed on Gandhi:
"Gandhi, what does this mean? Are we fighting among ourselves?"
Gandhi pointed upstairs: "Tell Guohua to get down here!"
"Brother Hua is entertaining distinguished guests upstairs, Brother Gandhi..."
"Brother Wu, make your move!"
Wu Zhaonan didn't give Scarface a chance to finish speaking. He raised his left hand, and a cold light shot out.
With a "thud," a butterfly knife pierced precisely into Scarface's shoulder.
"start!"
At Wu Zhaonan's command, his twenty men rushed out instantly.
As it turns out, there's always a reason why things are expensive.
In just two minutes, all of Guo Hua's twenty-odd men were rendered incapacitated and lay on the ground groaning in pain.
On Wu Zhaonan's side, only a few people suffered minor injuries.
Gandhi and his gang of thugs, who watched the entire battle, were dumbfounded.
"Go...go up!"
Gandhi's voice trembled with emotion.
Wu Zhaonan shook the blood off his hands, pulled the butterfly knife from Scarface's shoulder, wiped it on the other man's clothes, and tucked it back into his waistband.
……
At the entrance to the V8 private room on the second floor, Guo Hua's last four close henchmen, gripping machetes, stared palely at the stairwell.
The battle downstairs is over.
Wu Zhaonan gave them a cold look: "I'm only doing this for money. I only want Guohua. Get lost!"
The four henchmen exchanged glances, and one of them gritted his teeth and said, "You don't need to say anything, we won't betray our boss!"
They were stalling for time, and the brothers that Du Guohua had just called arrived just in time.
Before he could finish speaking, Wu Zhaonan had already made his move.
One elbow, two punches, three kicks, and a slash of a cleaver—three men were knocked out.
The last person was grabbed by the hair by Wu Zhaonan and slammed hard against the wall with a dull thud before collapsing to the ground.
Wu Zhaonan straightened his clothes: "They're inside, I'm leaving now. Call me next time you need anything."
After saying that, he led his men downstairs and left through the back door of the nightclub.
……
"Shaofeng, Wu Zhaonan from the Number Gang has left with his men. Should we arrest them?"
He Guozheng, who was stationed in the back alley, called out softly into the walkie-talkie.
"Go get them, but Roy, be careful, these guys are tough fighters."
"Roger that. The EU guys are here, plenty of firepower, don't worry."
In the monitoring room, Shen Shaofeng looked at the screen on the second floor and ordered, "Everyone, listen up, prepare to close the net!"
"B1-2 received!"
"PTU received!"
……
"Bang!"
Gandhi kicked open the door to the V8 VIP box.
Upon seeing Gandhi standing at the door with red eyes, and the group of menacing henchmen behind him, Guohua instantly turned pale.
"Gandhi, what the hell are you doing?"
"Guohua!" Gandhi drew his Black Star pistol from his back waist and pointed it at Guohua.
The two girls screamed and shrank behind the sofa, while the Taiwanese businessman covered his head in fright.
"Boss, your feud has nothing to do with me."
Guohua just said that the misunderstanding would be resolved quickly, so why is everyone else pulling out guns?
Gandhi glanced at them.
"You all go out first, take these few with you!"
The henchmen escorted them out of the private room and stood guard outside the door.
Seeing that only he and Gandhi were left in the room, Guohua forced himself to remain calm and put on a smile: "Gandhi, we're brothers, everything can be discussed."
"Discuss? How do you usually discuss things with my wife?"
Just as Gandhi was about to speak, his cell phone rang.
"Hey, I'm working!"
"Gandhi, it's me, Ni Yongxiao. Give me some face, don't make a move yet..."
Before Ni Yongxiao could finish speaking, Gandhi shouted, "Even Jesus couldn't save Guohua today, I'm telling you!"
Then he hung up the phone.
He wasn't stupid. He recalled the night Ni Kun died four years ago. They had agreed not to pay the bill, but Guo Hua suddenly changed his mind after receiving a call from Ni Yongxiao.
It was obvious that they were being blackmailed, and in the end, they were the only ones kept in the dark.
He grew angrier the more he thought about it, and with a "click," he released the safety.
Just then, with a bang, the door to the private room was kicked open.
"OCTB, Mr. Gan, put down your gun immediately!"
A young police officer in a tailored suit and wearing a warrant card led a team of heavily armed men in.