Two big brothers of the Ice City Black Society sat at opposite ends of a table, chatting as if they were neighbors catching up, but every word they spoke carried a hidden threat.
"Wang Quezi, my nephew was just drunk, it's a common human reaction. After the incident, if you had sent someone to inform me, would I not have compensated you? You had your men grab him like this, where does that leave my face?" Song Laosi's face was dark, and he was furious that Wang Quezi had dared to grab his nephew over such a trivial matter.
"Drunk? Hmph, one cup of wine and he's drunk? Song Laosi, use your brain! Your face is your dignity, but mine isn't?"
"Fine, I didn't come here to argue. We can settle who's right or wrong later. First, let Xiaofeng go. There are rules on the streets; no harm to family members!" Song Laosi said sternly. With Song Xiaofeng in Wang Quezi's hands, he felt somewhat restrained.
Wang Quezi waved his hand, and his subordinates dragged out Song Xiaofeng and the others. Except for Song Xiaofeng, the others had both legs broken. Although Song Xiaofeng was intact, it was clear he had been beaten.
Seeing Song Laosi, Song Xiaofeng struggled and shouted, "Uncle Si, Wang Quezi had me grabbed and beat me up. You have to avenge me!"
Hearing Song Xiaofeng's words, Song Laosi's face changed. This nephew was just not smart, not only had he not studied much, but he also lacked flexibility. Now was not the time to be shouting when he was still in Wang Quezi's hands.
Sure enough, hearing Song Xiaofeng's words, Wang Quezi flew into a rage. Song Laosi calling him Wang Quezi was already infuriating, and now Song Xiaofeng dared to call him that in front of everyone, demanding revenge!
"Disrespectful brat, looks like I need to teach you a lesson for Song Laosi."
As soon as Wang Quezi finished speaking, his men slapped Song Xiaofeng twice. The slaps were so loud, it was as if they had slapped Song Laosi's face.
Song Laosi's eyes seemed to bleed as he glared at the man who had hit his nephew. This was Wang Quezi's personal bodyguard and enforcer, equivalent to Li Guangzheng behind him.
Song Xiaofeng opened his mouth to say something, but Song Laosi shouted, "Shut up!"
If Song Xiaofeng were not in Wang Quezi's hands, Song Laosi would have had Li Guangzheng cut Wang Quezi down right now.
"Wang Quezi, you've taught him a lesson, I'll take him back and discipline him. Let's call it even for today."
"Teaching him a lesson is for his foul mouth, but the damage to my dance hall still needs to be compensated. Not much, ten thousand is enough."
So many men came out, each one needed a share. This money would naturally come from Song Laosi. If each man got two or three thousand, they would be more loyal.
Song Laosi, suppressing his anger, nodded in agreement, "Alright, I'll send the money over, just let him go."
"No money, no release!" Wang Quezi had long wanted to cut Song Laosi down to size. Just because some people praised you, do you think you're really the big boss? Besides, what if Song Laosi didn't pay later? A fight was inevitable, so he might as well get some medicine money for his men first.
"Wang Quezi, when I came here, the police saw me. If you use firearms today, it won't look good!" Song Laosi still wanted to clean up his image. He didn't want to see bloodshed, to avoid ruining the image he had built over the past two years.
"Threatening me? Go get the money, I'll wait here. What if the police come? This dance hall is mine, is it illegal to chat with my brothers at home? The knife in my hand is for cutting watermelons." Wang Quezi was increasingly smug. So, Song Laosi, this is your day too?
Song Laosi glanced at Li Guangzheng, who went out and took ten thousand yuan from the trunk of Song Laosi's Mercedes. The trunk always had several hundred thousand yuan for emergencies.
Song Laosi had indeed planned not to pay, intending to take Song Xiaofeng and then move against Wang Quezi. Otherwise, Ice City would not be stable, and his position as the boss of Heilongjiang would be even more precarious.
When the money was handed to Wang Quezi, he laughed smugly. He waved his hand, and Song Xiaofeng was thrown to Song Laosi.
Song Laosi turned and led Song Xiaofeng out, with Li Guangzheng backing him up. Song Laosi put his nephew in the car and made a throat-cutting gesture to Li Guangzheng. His nephew was more injured than he had seen, and thinking of Wang Quezi's smug face, he could no longer hold back!
As soon as Song Laosi's car drove away, Li Guangzheng led his men back to the Autumn Dance Hall. But Wang Quezi had already left through the back door, and the remaining men were waiting for Li Guangzheng.
Li Guangzheng was Song Laosi's right-hand man, and more than half of Song Laosi's territory was secured by Li Guangzheng. If Li Guangzheng died, Song Laosi's power would be cut in half.
Both sides refrained from using guns, instead swinging machetes and steel pipes, engaging in a brutal melee.
Wang Quezi had anticipated that Song Laosi would send Li Guangzheng back, so he had left more men behind. Today, he was determined to kill Li Guangzheng.
The fight didn't last long. After fifteen minutes, the door of the Autumn Dance Hall opened, and Li Guangzheng, covered in blood, walked out and drove away.
Inside the dance hall, there were now sixty to seventy injured men, some with broken arms and legs, others with knife wounds, and some with deep gashes.
Hearing that Li Guangzheng had escaped, Wang Quezi threw a beer bottle to the ground. Useless, all of them were useless!
With over forty men, they couldn't even stop Li Guangzheng, who had fewer than thirty men. This only made Wang Quezi more worried. Li Guangzheng was even tougher than rumored.
"Wolf Qing, I should have let you stay. With you here, you could have taken down Li Guangzheng!" Wang Quezi's right-hand man, Wolf Qing, said.
Wang Quezi shook his head, "You can't go. Even if you kill Li Guangzheng, you can't stay by my side. After taking down Song Laosi, we still need to watch out for Brother Ke's gang."
While Wang Quezi was talking to his men, someone knocked on the door and said that Feng Yu had come again.
"Wang Quezi, today I passed by the Autumn Dance Hall and saw Li Guangzheng run out. Wang Quezi, you didn't fight Song Laosi for my sake, did you?" Feng Yu looked deeply moved.
Wang Quezi neither confirmed nor denied it, just smiled mysteriously.
"Wang Quezi, there's no need to say more. You got your men hurt for me, I have to show my gratitude. Here's ten thousand yuan. If it's not enough, just name the amount, and I'll find a way to get it for you." Feng Yu patted his chest.
Feng Yu not only had to act loyal in front of Wang Quezi but also had to make Wang Quezi's men believe he was a man of honor. If Wang Quezi got into trouble, they wouldn't suspect Feng Yu of stabbing him in the back.
"Feng Xiaodi, Wang Quezi won't take your money, but today he couldn't take down Song Xiaofeng and let Li Guangzheng rescue him. For you, Wang Quezi has been very concerned. Now there's a chance to repay him, will you do it?" Wolf Qing interjected.
Feng Yu was stunned. Shit, this guy isn't asking me to kill Song Laosi, is he? Damn, I've never even killed a chicken!
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