Outside Huaxia Street.
Jiang Feng parked the black sedan at the street entrance, got out, and walked into the street.
This is what they call bravery born of skill; no matter if it's a Dragon Pond and Tiger Cave ahead, I will charge in alone!
And at the same time, Fang Hao, leading over a thousand men urgently gathered from the whole street, was marching forth in great numbers to meet him.
As for all the shop owners on this street, they would not participate in the fight.
They were just hiding in their stores, acting like mere bystanders, watching the vastly unequal slaughter unfold with curiosity.
Almost everyone believed that Jiang Feng, the man causing trouble on Huaxia Street without knowing his fate, was surely doomed!
The only question was exactly how Jiang Feng would meet his end.
Would it be being hacked to death, or skinned and disemboweled?
After all, since Di Long dominated Huaxia Street, anyone who opposed him met a bad end, everyone agreed on this.
So, who would dare to walk into Huaxia Street openly challenging them like Jiang Feng?
A delicate yellow-skinned hand pushed open the window on the third floor of the "Flying Dragon in the Sky" bar.
This was arranged by Di Long; from this angle, one could see everything happening below on the street.
At this moment, Di Long and Tarsen had already changed into pajamas, lying sprawled out on the large leather sofas, resting.
Behind them, at their feet, were four enchanting Myanmar beauties, carefully attending to them.
The only difference was that Di Long was confident and truly relaxed, smoking a cigar and watching the show.
Yet Tarsen still felt uneasy, even with four beauties attending to him simultaneously, he was restless.
"Tarsen, relax, this is a rare scene; I didn't expect to be able to create such a grand spectacle in my lifetime." Di Long flicked his cigar and said mockingly.
"I won't be at ease until I see that guy named Jiang chopped into pieces," Tarsen said lightly.
"It's only a matter of time, and it will happen soon."
Di Long was looking down when suddenly, his eyes widened as he saw someone walking in from the street entrance.
"Hmm? Could that be him?"
Hearing this, Tarsen quickly leaned over to look, his anger flaring instantly, gritted his teeth!
So, that was Jiang Feng?
Jiang Feng, whom he had deep hatred for and wanted to kill even in his dreams?!
He didn't look special, just an ordinary young Chinese.
But Tarsen couldn't understand why such an unremarkable person could be so formidable?
Despite having so many elite subordinates, five bodyguards, plus people from the Blood Demon Gang and Elder Fei, none could resolve him, and instead, he ended up here on Huaxia Street alone!
"Brother, relax a bit. Look, because of your tension, my lovely darlings are too scared to serve you—he's just a walking corpse about to meet its end in the Netherworld, what is there to be wary of?" Di Long teased Tarsen with a smile.
Indeed, due to Tarsen's tensed spirit, the two Myanmar beauties massaging his feet didn't dare to continue.
"I hope your tactic of overwhelming numbers really works, because my entire fortune and life are bet on you!" Tarsen said coldly, absent-minded.
...
At the same time.
The over a thousand people led by Jiang Feng and Fang Hao finally encountered each other squarely in the middle of Huaxia Street.
Fang Hao led the over a thousand people to a stop, and Jiang Feng also halted, watching this group of thousands with a playful look.
"You must be Jiang Feng from Binhai?"
Fang Hao spoke fluently in Chinese Language, as he was born and raised in Yundian, China.
"And you are?" Jiang Feng didn't rush and calmly asked.
"My last name is Fang, first name Hao; I'm Di Long's trusted aide. You should have heard of Di Long, the legendary Chinese Dragon and ruler of this street." Fang Hao appeared very composed as he spoke.
Jiang Feng casually glanced at the entire street, laughed, and said, "For a Chinese to reach this point, it's not bad at all."
"Hehe, you're too kind!"
Fang Hao chuckled and continued, "The boss heard of you, for being able to consecutively defeat the five heads of the Blood Demon Gang and Elder Fei from San Francisco. He truly admires you, hence he's interested in talent!—If you are willing to stay on Huaxia Street and follow the boss, you will surely enjoy a life of endless glory and wealth, with unlimited money and women."
Tarsen on the third floor was startled by these words and then looked at Di Long with anger.
Di Long, however, calmly raised his hand: "Don't worry, courtesy comes before force; after all, he's still one of my countrymen; let's see if he knows what's good for him."
Tarsen gritted his teeth and continued watching below.
Hearing Fang Hao's words, Jiang Feng couldn't help but laugh, "Did Di Long really say that? What if I'm not interested?"
"Then I'll have to express my regret."
Fang Hao shrugged helplessly: "But you still have a second choice—the boss said, regardless, we're all compatriots, he admired young talents like you when he roamed Yundian, and now that you're in Myanmar, on his turf, he's willing, as the host, to entertain you properly."
"So, as long as you're willing to do the boss a favor, and sit down to talk, we can turn enemies into friends, saving a lot of unnecessary conflict."
"I understand."
Jiang Feng smiled and nodded: "What you mean is, just because your boss thinks highly of himself, he assumes he can talk to me as an equal? That he can overlook the fact he took Tarsen's commission to send people to kill me? That I'm supposed to ignore his harboring of Tarsen?"
"Shut up!!"
Listening to Jiang Feng's brazen words, the thousand-plus people were instantly enraged!
In their hearts, Di Long was akin to a true local emperor, intolerant of any defiance.
Yet now, Jiang Feng didn't appreciate the favor in the face of Di Long's goodwill!!
Seeing his subordinates stir up, Fang Hao's face changed, with a forced smile and no laughter: "So, there's no room for negotiation on these two matters? Are you determined to be enemies with Huaxia Street?"
"When did I say I'm negotiating with you?" Jiang Feng laughed, "Do you even deserve to be my enemies?"
A fierce expression appeared on Fang Hao's face, a sinister smile: "Good! You indeed have guts like no other; no one has ever dared to act so arrogantly on Huaxia Street, but unfortunately, since you're here today, don't think about leaving!"
With that, Fang Hao waved his hand, no longer wasting words with Jiang Feng, and over a thousand people, instantly wielding their knives, axes, and clubs, charged towards Jiang Feng!
A massacre of immense proportions, like a thousand-person slaughter, erupted here!
Such a large-scale brawl is impossible within China; even if it did happen, it wouldn't occur in a bustling street in the capital's public eye.
But in Myanmar, on Huaxia Street, here it became a reality; the entire Huaxia Street instantly turned into an Asura Battlefield!