Chapter 298

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Chapter 298: A Boiling Night 1
Night.
West Wind Pavilion in Guangling City.
Anshun Mahjong Club.
The signboard light at the mahjong hall was flickering, as if the circuit had some bad connections.
In a dim corner near the entrance, a well-dressed woman was persuading a tall, skinny man to do business with her.
The door of the mahjong hall would occasionally open, and you could hear the sound of shuffling cards ‘crackle crackle’ coming from inside.
Luo Yan lowered the brim of his cloak, passed by a boy selling cigarettes, and pushed open the door of the mahjong hall.
Suddenly, he saw a murky scene.
People sat around a table in groups of four, either playing mahjong or poker.
The girl selling cigarettes, alcohol, and snacks was moving around the hall, while the men watching the games were squatting in corners, eating peanuts and drinking small glasses of alcohol.
Luo Yan walked through the smoke in the hall, passing by the sound of shuffling and card games.
A watcher in the corner noticed Luo Yan and seemed to want to stand up, but was held back by a companion. After exchanging a glance with the companion, they sat back down.
Luo Yan walked through the hallway and entered the office at the back. Inside, the boss of the mahjong hall was counting the accounts.
Seeing Luo Yan, the boss paused, then stood up respectfully and said, “Mr. Red Ghost, good evening.”
He felt around under the table, and after a moment, the wall behind him moved back slightly, revealing a small door.
“Mr. Wen Zou and his team have arrived.”
“They are all waiting for you.”
Luo Yan nodded and walked past a man named Chen Gensheng.
Chen Gensheng was indeed the boss of this mahjong hall, which had been bought by Mr. Wen Zou for 100,000 half a month ago.
However, the boss did not change; Chen Gensheng had now become Luo Yan’s “employee”.
He still acted as the boss of the mahjong hall, managing this secret base for Luo Yan’s Team 7.
Tonight, Luo Yan invited the ‘Iron Horse’ people to meet at the mahjong parlor.
Wen Zou recently discovered that Huashan has been secretly mobilizing manpower, and there are many new faces at West Wind Pavilion.
Guan Peng also noticed that there were occasional scouts near Xi Jiu Hutong, suspecting that ‘Huashan’ might be planning something.
It’s only normal for the local leading organization to feel annoyed after being repeatedly offended by their own actions. If Lei Qi just obediently waited for Luo Yan to come to him, Luo Yan would doubt how Lei Qi became the leader.
Walking into the room, Luo Yan saw many people.
Besides Wen Zou and Guan Peng, Luo Yan saw twenty unfamiliar faces.
Guan Peng stood up and said, “Mr. Red Ghost, these are our ‘Iron Horse’ people.”
Luo Yan activated ‘Unjustifiable Blaze Eyes,’ and silent fiery patterns appeared around his red eyes.
To others, ‘Red Ghost’ just appeared to have brightened eyes with no abnormalities.
But in Luo Yan’s eyes, the strength of these people was clearly visible.
After reaching the level of ‘Eye of Reality’, the most noticeable change was that Luo Yan could now easily gather information and thoughts without having to focus on a specific target.
Luo Yan glanced around and nodded slightly. The strengths of these people varied, barely meeting the requirements set by the main team ‘Heiwu’.
Seeing Luo Yan nod, Guan Peng felt relieved. He had been worried that Luo Yan wouldn’t approve of his team, but now he could relax.
He immediately introduced two skilled individuals to Luo Yan.
“Lin Xu, my nephew, don’t be fooled by his tall and strong appearance. He’s got a keen mind, but loves his drink.”
As Guan Peng spoke, he playfully hit the chest of a tall young man in his twenties.
Lin Xu, showing a toothy smile, said, “Uncle, don’t bring that up. I’ve quit drinking, really.”
Guan Peng gave him a stern look, “Good thing you quit. But if you mess up Mr. Red Ghost’s plans, I’ll break your legs.”
Lin Xu chuckled and nodded at Luo Yan.
This person also has the strength of a beginner at the fourth level, and is considered outstanding among these young people over the years.
“Zhang Chenyang, although he is somewhat introverted, he has the most accurate marksmanship among us and is the only sniper left in our ‘Iron Horse’ group.”
Guan Peng introduced another person, as he said, this young man Zhang Chenyang looked a bit shy. When his name was called, he squeezed out a few smiles on his face and anxiously scratched his head.
After the introductions, Luo Yan was about to speak when he suddenly heard faint explosions outside.
A moment later, the door opened again and Wei Junyi came in.
Wei Junyi whispered to Luo Yan’s ear, “Hua Shan launched an attack on Xi Jiu Hutong and our bar at the same time.”
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“Go to hell!”
“Why so arrogant, daring to act tough with us!”
“Haha, what Red House black room, serves them right!”
Homemade Molotov cocktails were thrown one after another into the windows of the bar ‘Red House’, causing flames to roar inside and explosions to occur continuously.
Flames and thick smoke rushed out from the window, rising into the air.
The fire illuminated the gloomy face of ‘Mountain Falcon’, burning fiercely, but there were no screams coming from inside the house, apparently no one was in the bar.
Nevertheless, even if only burning down this bar, it would be considered venting ‘Huashan’s’ anger.
Mountain Falcon could still hear gunshots coming from the direction of Xi Jiu Hutong, looking into the distance, behind a maze of buildings, faint flickers of fire could be seen.
Right now, the Xi Jiu Hutong where the Iron Horse mercenaries are based is under attack by another group from the Flower Shirt faction.
The other group has more people than the Red House side, and they are all skilled fighters who were transferred from the West Wind Pavilion.
Each of those people is very good at fighting, always wandering in dangerous places, and rebellious.
Especially their leader, Corpse Dog Yang Hao, is famously crazy. Even Thunder Seven doesn’t dare to keep him in the city, afraid that one day he might bite himself.
If it weren’t for having to deal with both the Iron Horse and Red House sides at the same time, while also guarding against a skilled fighter called Red Ghost, Thunder Seven wouldn’t have brought back Yang Hao.
Thinking about Yang Hao, Mountain Falcon had a headache and couldn’t help rubbing his temples, muttering quietly, “I hope this matter ends soon.”
Jude Building.
This is a famous restaurant in the West Wind Pavilion, and it is also owned by the Flower Shirt faction.
Tonight, Jude Building is brightly lit, and from several streets away, you can hear the opera being performed on the newly erected stage inside the building.
In the building, there was loud music played by traditional Chinese instruments. A man in his fifties with a square face and slightly chubby figure was holding a pair of walnuts, his face beaming with joy.
There were two beautiful women standing on the sides, with eyes as clear as autumn water and skin so tender it seemed like water would come out if touched.
One person was peeling grapes, while another was preparing tea.
They took care of every detail for the man named Lei Qi.
The grand performance began at the restaurant, with singing that shook the heavens.
Suddenly, a modified house car rushed through the street outside the restaurant, startling many pedestrians, but Lei Qi inside the building remained unaware.
Meanwhile, outside the restaurant, men wearing floral shirts stood up, looking cautious and watching as the car parked in front of the building.
One of them quickly approached, pointing at the driver in the driver’s seat and shouting angrily, “Is this where you park? Move the car immediately!”