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Chapter 224 - 201: Bill Brothers Association

Chapter 224: Chapter 201: Bill Brothers Association

Night had fallen, and the lights of New York sparkled under the night sky.

This city had legendary streets known as the global financial hub, as well as chaotic areas rife with evil and criminals.

In the Brooklyn District, inside a factory,

three people were hung by their hands, suspended off the ground, and a very muscular man with his upper body bare and wearing knuckle dusters relentlessly beat the hanging trio.

The sounds of fists and feet striking flesh, screams of pain, and gasps of breath mingled together, the scent of blood pervading the air.

Not far away, a man with a Mohawk sat in a chair smoking a cigar, coldly watching the scene.

The man wore a plaid shirt, the buttons on the chest completely undone, revealing a tattoo of a soaring eagle on his chest.

He took another puff of the cigar, stood up, and walked toward the three being beaten.

Seeing the man approach, the one delivering the beatings stopped and stepped aside.

The man walked up to the one in the middle; his face was already unrecognizable, covered in blood.

Upon seeing the man, terror filled the beaten man’s eyes, "Boss... please spare my life..."

With a cigar in his mouth, the boss exhaled smoke onto the man’s face, "I always give people a chance. The girl was lost, and I gave you three days to find her. Now, three days have passed, not only is she not found, but there’s also no news of her parents!"

Normally, he would not concern himself with the likes of a captive escaping. However, his underlings had previously brought a photo claiming they had got their hands on an exceptional beauty. After reviewing it, he realized she was indeed rare and could fetch a good price.

So he contacted an important figure, who also took a liking to the woman. The deal was all set, but then he was informed by his men that the woman had escaped.

This had enraged him; a woman’s escape was a minor issue, but failing to deliver on a promise to that important figure was no small matter. Thus, he ordered that the woman be found within three days, yet after three days, the three underlings responsible for losing her had come up empty-handed.

"Boss, please, give me three more days, no, just two, and I will definitely bring her back!" the man begged.

The boss took the cigar from his mouth, grabbed the man’s hair with his left hand, and shook his head, "No, you’ve run out of chances."

With that, he suddenly pushed his lit cigar deep into one of the man’s eyes.

"Ah!!!!"

The man struggled desperately, but his head was firmly held by the boss as if clamped in a vice; there was no escaping it.

Painful screams, the sound of an eyeball bursting, and the noise of flesh sizzling mixed together.

After several seconds, the boss finally let go of the man, who then passed out from the pain.

He turned to look at another person hanging to the right, "You said, last night, you ran into someone and got knocked out?"

The person to the right, trembling, replied, "Yes, the person seemed to be from the East, extremely formidable and fast. We couldn’t clearly see their moves; we were knocked out, and I think he rescued the girl."

"Ha, someone from the East, again?" The boss became furious, "Does every Easterner know Kung Fu, hm?"

With no warning, he unleashed a high kick, viciously striking the man’s temple, causing him to faint.

"Fuck your Eastern man!"

Still unsatisfied, he burst forth from his spot, leaping into the air. His right knee rose sharply and crashed into the face of the person on the far left.

Bang!

The brutal flying knee broke the man’s nasal bone completely, blood gushing out.

"Get rid of them," the boss turned around and waved his hand.

The subordinate who had been watching began to untie the ropes from their hands.

The boss walked back to his chair and sat down as an underling came over.

"You take care of this matter, find her parents," the boss instructed the subordinate.

"Understood," the underling nodded, then said, "Boss, those guys from Japan want to meet with you."

"No!" the boss rejected the proposition without a second thought.

The subordinate nodded and was about to leave when the boss suddenly called him back.

"Wait."

"Boss?"

"Did those guys from Japan go challenge Hongmen’s underground fighting rings?"

"That’s right, a young man among them, called a fighting genius, won four fights in one night, and three fights the following night."

"Good, you tell those guys from Japan, the line of people wanting to do business with me stretches from New York to Washington. If they want to collaborate, they need to show some sincerity first."

"What do you mean?"

"Have them take out Li San!"

The subordinate’s eyes widened in shock, hesitating before speaking, "Boss, Li San isn’t a nobody—taking him out might set off a full-scale war between Hongmen and us."

The boss laughed, "Who said it was us who took out Li San? If Hongmen wants to settle scores afterward, they’ll blame those guys from Japan. Let the Easterners bite each other."

"Understood," said the subordinate.

...

In New York’s Manhattan District, at the Gangrou Karate Dojo.

Although Karate began in Japan, it was from the United States that it truly spread worldwide.

Many Karate dojos exist in the United States, and most of the instructors and masters are not Japanese, but American.

However, the master of this Gangrou Karate Dojo was an authentic Japanese, inheritor of the Gangrou Style, and it was also the temporary base for Xiaoze Wutian and his companions.

In a room, decorated with tatami mats, several Japanese clad in kimonos were discussing matters.

The man seated in the primary position had a goatee and was named Takeuchi Kazuo, he was the master of this dojo, forty-seven years old, and he had another identity, he was the New York representative of the Japanese Extreme Organization Guandong Association.

Two men sat to his left and right, one of them was Xiaoze Wutian.

"Just now, the Bill Brothers Association sent a message, they want to cooperate, but first we need to help them take out someone," Takeuchi Kazuo said.

"Who needs to be taken out?" asked a burly man with a scar on his face to the right.

"The Double Flower Red Stick of the American Hongmen, Li San," Takeuchi Kazuo said.

"Li San?" The man with the scar showed an odd expression.

Takeuchi Kazuo couldn’t help but laugh, "Yes, Li San, it’s as if even the heavens are helping our Guandong Association."

He turned his head to his left, "Mr. Watanabe, how are preparations coming along?"

Beside Xiaoze Wutian sat a man whose expression was somewhat wooden, he nodded to Takeuchi Kazuo, "All ready."

"Good!" A murderous intent flashed through Takeuchi Kazuo’s eyes, "Tonight is the time to take revenge for Shimoyama!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, except for Xiaoze Wutan, who furrowed his brows, "Master Takeuchi, I still think that a man like Li San should die in the ring. I can kill him with my own hands and avenge Master Shimoyama!"

Takeuchi Kazuo frowned, as Xiaoze Wutian had already voiced his objection when the plan was being made, and was now raising it again as they were about to act.

Within the Guandong Association, the hierarchy was strict; once a superior made a decision, subordinates were not allowed to object.

However, Xiaoze Wutian was an exception; he was the future face of the Guandong Association, and even the association’s leader had high regard for him, which is why Takeuchi Kazuo didn’t get angry but instead spoke in a more pacifying tone, "Xiaoze, you are the future of the Guandong Association. I believe, give you five years, no, even just three years, you can defeat Li San in the ring! But right now, the organization needs us to take care of Li San quickly. It just so happens that the Bill Brothers Association has made a similar request. Working with the Bill Brothers Association is also crucial for us, so for the development of the organization, I hope you can complete the task without any personal emotions!"

By the end, Takeuchi Kazuo’s expression had also become stern.

Xiaoze Wutian knew his opposition was futile and could only bow his head in submission to Takeuchi Kazuo.

"Let us depart, I’ll be awaiting good news here," Takeuchi Kazuo finally said.

...

In Queens, on the third sub-floor of a building, a place had been converted into an underground fighting ring, with the Octagonal Cage at the center surrounded by stands and private boxes at the very top.

At the moment, two men were fighting inside the Octagonal Cage, no referee in sight, neither wearing gloves, their faces covered in blood as a frenzied crowd filled the stands around them, shouting excitedly.

Soon, a victor emerged in the cage as one fighter knocked out the other with a punch.

The knocked-out fighter was quickly carried away, while the winner remained in the cage, choosing to continue fighting.

This was because the rule here was, the more consecutive wins one had, the bigger the cash prize.

Before long, the host entered the cage, microphone in hand, and announced loudly, "The next fight is with a Fighter from Japan, who has no record."

As those words fell, a man with his upper body bare and his expression calm, entered the cage—it was Xiaoze Wutian.

"Brother Luo, it’s that Japanese guy!"

In one of the top-level private boxes, Liu Luo, the person in charge of this underground fighting venue, narrowed his eyes at the reminder from a subordinate and looked towards the cage below.

"Is it the one who beat Zhang Li before?" Liu Luo asked.

"That’s the one!" the subordinate said.

"Damn, ignorant of his own mortality!" Liu Luo cursed.

"Brother Luo, should we notify Sixth Master?" the subordinate asked.

Thinking for a moment, Liu Luo pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

The call connected quickly.

"What’s up, A’ Luo?"

"Sixth Master, that Japanese guy who beat Master Zhang before has come to my venue."

"What?!"

On the phone, Sixth Master’s voice was a mix of shock and anger.

"Keep an eye on him, I’ll come with some men right away!"

"Understood!"

Liu Luo hung up, and a huge cheer erupted from below—it seemed that in just that short moment, Xiaoze Wutian had already knocked out his opponent.

Liu Luo watched the scene, his face dark as water. The fights here could be gambled on, and it was obvious that someone backing Xiaoze Wutian had placed a hefty bet on him. It wasn’t hard to guess, considering the over one million US Dollar losses suffered by Sixth Master’s venues from such bets.

All he hoped for now was that Sixth Master would arrive quickly, to prevent his own substantial losses.

"Brother Luo, will Sixth Master bring Master Li with him?" his subordinate asked.

Liu Luo nodded, "Of course, with Li San stepping in, that punk is a dead man!"

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