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Chapter 97 Street Fight (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)

A burly hip-hop guy in a quick-draw uniform strode over, his gold chain gleaming in the sunlight, so heavy it could almost break his neck.

As he spoke, the visitor made exaggerated gestures, waving his hands in the air as if he were performing an impromptu rap.

Mo Zhen raised an eyebrow and quietly disappeared into the shadows of the alley.

He never expected to run into that old bastard Thomson here.

This guy usually works under him, but he's rarely seen handling actual business.

Thinking that he was a hands-off boss who didn't know what kind of business this guy was handling, he decided to take a look and see what this street rap king was up to.

The mysterious businessman in the black trench coat was clearly a man who had seen it all.

He was not intimidated by Thomson's imposing manner, but instead calmly discussed the matter.

“Oh, Thomson, my dear old friend, you should know I’m a man of principle, but times have changed, market demands have shifted, and we businessmen have to keep up with the times. But we’ve known each other for a long time, and I know the rules. How about this?”

As he spoke, the mysterious merchant extended three withered fingers and gently waved them in the air.

Thomson stared at the three fingers, solemnly removed his sunglasses, and his eyes were filled with anger.

"Damn! Only 30%? Who are you insulting?! Looks like you really don't know the rules. This is our Quick Guns turf, straight up! Our boss gave the order: the trash from the Poison Smoke Team is absolutely not allowed here. This is a matter of principle, no cap!"

As he spoke, Thomson pointed to the people lying haphazardly on the roadside, his voice filled with exaggerated grief, as if he were recording an emotional rap music video.

"Do you know how many young and middle-aged men this garbage has ruined our neighborhood? That's some real shit! We can't even collect protection money properly now! Now, either get out of here with your garbage squad, or we'll teach you what respect really means! You feel me?"

As he spoke, the two henchmen beside Thomson made a move to pull out a Poké Ball.

Standing in the middle, Thomson exuded a gangster-like aura, radiating the street vibe unique to rappers, and looked incredibly imposing.

Mo Zhen, who was secretly observing from the shadows, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile of satisfaction.

"Heh, this kid's not bad, he didn't embarrass me!"

Xiao Mengzi echoed in agreement.

【That's right, that's right. After all, he's Lord Mo Zhen's subordinate, so his values ​​have to be absolutely top-notch! And look at his rapping style, he's practically Eminem reincarnated!】

Seeing that Thomson wasn't buying it, the mysterious merchant's expression changed from contempt to wariness, and he initiated a tactical retreat, retreating deeper into the alley.

"Calm down, old friend, let's talk this out. I mean..."

As the mysterious businessman retreated, several street youths dressed in rebellious rock style emerged from the nearby shadows, their eyes cold and each one a ruthless character.

Thomson's heart skipped a beat; he recognized the thugs as members of the Poison Smoke team.

He immediately flew into a rage and shouted at the mysterious merchant.

"S.H.I.T! You bastard, you really did team up with the scumbags of the Poison Smoke Team! You bastard, you really don't know the rules. Let me tell you, you can forget about ever showing your face on this street again! You're fucked up now! You're completely finished!"

Although he was performing freestyle with the most aggressive tone and his tough talk was very rhythmic, Thompson's steps were in sync with the rap rhythm, and he was retreating out of the alley in an orderly manner.

Seeing this cowardly loser's appearance, Mo Zhen wanted to take back what he had just said and rush up to him on the spot to give him an invincible wind god kick, so that he would know what a real street tough guy was.

However, two thugs from the drug squad were already lying in ambush outside the alley, blocking Thomson's escape route.

Clearly, the mysterious businessman had anticipated the appearance of the Quick Gun Team and had already contacted the thugs of the Poison Smoke Team to set up an ambush.

Five thugs from the Poison Smoke Squad surrounded Thompson and his two companions. The scene was extremely dangerous, with the air thick with the smell of gunpowder and the tension palpable.

The situation on the field suddenly reversed, and Thomson gave the mysterious businessman a helpless smile, his tone instantly softening.

"Hey, bro, what's going on here? Easy, easy, OK? We're all family here, right? We're all just trying to make a living, there's no need for this, you feel me?"

The mysterious businessman leaned against the wall, speaking with the air of a seasoned street thug, his voice carrying the arrogance of a victor.

"Did you see that, little rapper? This is the real street rule. Now, either you obediently get lost and never show your face on this street again, or I'll have these guys teach you what respect is."

Clearly, as a gang member, Thomson had reached a point where he had to make a decision.

Will you live like a piece of trash, humiliating yourself and running away with your tail between your legs, or will you be like a true Yangko star, carving out a bloody path in a desperate situation and proving your street status with your strength?

Forced into a corner, Thomson finally revealed the bloodthirstiness of a gangster, suddenly becoming fierce like a true desperado, his voice filled with a resolute determination to do whatever it takes.

"Damn it! You guys really messed up this time! Big mistake! Do you know who's in charge here? Listen, my boss is Uzi! If you know what's good for you, get the hell out of here, otherwise, when our boss gets angry, even I'm scared of him. That's no cap!"

Faced with the choice between a path of survival and a bloody battle, Thomson chose a third path—to have the prison guard him.

From the shadows, Lao Da Mo Zhen helplessly revealed a smile that seemed to say, "What can I say?"

He had nothing to say about this. After all, he had previously made a tough promise to this kid, saying he would protect him if anything happened. He didn't need to guess what would happen next.

It was nothing more than a motley crew of poison smokers who, upon hearing of Uzi's formidable reputation, were terrified on the spot, just like a classic plot device in a wish-fulfillment novel, and ran away in a panic.

Then he calmly stepped out of the shadows, and in the eyes of his underlings, he became as tall and mighty as Superman.

"Uzi? Which cjb is this?"

"This is ridiculous! I've never even heard of this name before!"

"Don't fucking think you can fool us with some random, lousy name. Uzbekistan won't do that!"

Thomson immediately broke out in a sweat.

He didn't expect that his boss's name hadn't spread within the drug squad at all, and that no one knew of him.

This is truly a case of shooting oneself in the foot; instead of protecting oneself, one has completely lost the title of leader.

"Damn idiots! Is the Poison Smoke Squad's intelligence system Akaishi's?!"

Mo Zhen blushed on the spot and almost jumped out to slap Thomson, making him give these people a good lesson about the glorious days of his port warehouse S10.

Looking at Mo Zhen's handsome face, flushed and rosy, Xiao Mengzi is once again facing a huge crisis.

The most painful thing in the world is wanting to laugh but not being able to.

Having learned its lesson from the cotton field at the Calculating Wood Farm, it knew it had to suppress its laughter even if it meant certain death, or it would face another barrage of punches from Lord Mo Zhen.

Seeing Xiaomengzi's tense and sullen face, Mo Zhen could tell at a glance that BYD was secretly laughing at her.

He tried his best to control his emotions and started talking nonsense in a serious manner.

"Heh, Little Mengzi, you think this is a bad thing? Actually, quite the opposite! It's a good thing! It means our identities haven't been exposed by the Poison Smoke Team, and it further demonstrates that the rival gang's intelligence system is simply ingenious! The current situation isn't just slightly good for us, it's not even moderately good, it's..."

Mo Zhen, her face flushed, gritted her teeth and uttered the last four words.

"A very promising future!"

Seeing that Mo Zhen was giving her a way out, Xiao Mengzi immediately chimed in.

[Hahahahahahahahahahaha, you're absolutely right, Lord Mo Zhen! Our situation is truly excellent right now... Oh my god!]

The moment Xiaomengzi burst into laughter, Mo Zhen's fists rained down on her like a fully-fired Uzi, a hail of bullets.

"Be mindful of danger in times of peace! Be mindful of danger in times of peace! It seems you still don't understand the principle that one is born in hardship and dies in comfort. I need to help you constantly raise your awareness of potential dangers!"

After being severely taught a lesson by Mo Zhen's "Think of Danger in Times of Peace" technique, Xiao Mengzi finally understood the principle that one is born in hardship and dies in comfort.

Damn it, BYD... So you're saying I'm not allowed to laugh?!

What do you mean by "be prepared for danger in times of peace"...? Don't laugh at the challenge, you idiot!
While the master and servant were enjoying their time together, Thomson finally unleashed his extraordinary wisdom as a vocational school graduate rapper and came up with a solution to the impasse.

With a flick of his gold-ringed finger, he extended a solo challenge to the members of the Poison Smoke team.

"Okay, okay, since that's the case, let's stick to the street rules. Whoever's the boss, come out and have a one-on-one fight. Whoever wins gets the street!"

Upon hearing this, the squad leader of the poison smoke team sneered and slowly walked out from the crowd.

He wore a black leather jacket adorned with skull badges, and the tattoo on his neck snaked down to his jaw like a venomous snake, exuding a suffocating aura of danger.

"A one-on-one fight? Interesting. I'm Jack, the head of the Poison Smoke Team in this area. Since you want to play, I'll play along."

As he spoke, Jack pulled two Poké Balls from his waist and deftly flipped them between his fingers.

"Iron Ant, Crocodile, come out!"

Two crimson beams of light slashed through the air like swords, and a giant ant made entirely of steel and a ferocious crocodile appeared out of thin air.

Their appearance instantly compressed the air in the alley.

The iron ants' steel claws scraped the ground with a sharp, ear-piercing metallic scraping sound, sparks flying everywhere; the crocodile opened its blood-red maw and let out a deep, hellish roar, a stench wafting over.

Seeing this, Thomson's lips curled into a confident smile, his eyes flashing with the fire of battle, as if he had regained his own rhythm.

With his extraordinary wisdom, he successfully transformed a street brawl with a huge disparity in numbers into a one-on-one duel.

"Hmph, that's all? Looks like you really don't know what it means to be a street king! Cool guy, Speaker Guy, it's showtime!"

(End of this chapter)