Chapter 17

After half an hour, Yang Yu felt the car slowing down and slowly opened his eyes, looking out the window at a place where neon lights were flickering.

Dance Bar!

This was a three-story bar, but only two floors were currently open. The third floor was never open to the public, and today it had closed early.

"So deserted!" Yang Yu frowned as the wind from outside the car window made him feel a bit cold.

"This place is a bit remote and a bit chaotic. At this hour, apart from some bar-goers, few people would wander around here," the driver explained.

Yang Yu nodded, paid the fare, and got out of the car.

He carefully looked around. There were small storefronts, but at just eight or nine o'clock, they were all closed. This showed that business here was not good.

The driver did a reckless drift, made a sharp turn, and disappeared at the end of the street.

Yang Yu didn't hesitate at all and walked straight toward the Dance Bar.

Just as he reached the entrance, Yang Yu saw a thin figure. It was a young boy, probably seventeen or eighteen years old. Because it was quite dark, he couldn't see clearly, but the boy was standing behind a billboard in the distance. If Yang Yu's eyesight wasn't so good, he wouldn't have noticed him at all.

He paused for a moment but didn't bother to think about why the boy was there.

Inside the bar.

"Brother Hu, he's here, that guy really came!" someone rushed in.

"What? How did he come, how many people did he bring, and does he have any weapons?" Brother Hu asked urgently.

"No one, no weapons, he came in empty-handed."

"Haha, he's really asking for it." Brother Hu laughed loudly. "Beat him up, today's fun for the brothers is this kid."

"Brother Hu is wise. The brothers will take care of him. If we don't finish him off today, we'll be letting down our big setup."

"Right, let's kill him."

About thirty people looked as if it was a matter of course, and gradually, footsteps from downstairs could be heard, indicating someone was coming up.

"He's almost here, Brother Hu, watch out," a guy said, holding an iron rod and slowly approaching the stairs.

At the stair corner, Yang Yu looked up and saw the guy with the iron rod.

"Yong'an Gang?" Yang Yu asked.

"Right, you've got some guts. You beat up our people and still dare to come here to die. I don't know if you're brave or just a fool."

"It's good that it's Yong'an Gang." Yang Yu said indifferently, not caring about the guy's taunts.

There were ten steps from the corner to the second floor, and Yang Yu had already stepped on the first one. The guy above had already raised his iron rod.

Second step, third step... seventh step!

In a moment, he reached the eighth step, the best position for an attack. The guy moved, swinging the iron rod at Yang Yu's head.

"Hmph!" Yang Yu coldly snorted, turned his body, and instantly moved half an inch to the right. The iron rod flew past his chest.

"Looking for death!"

He grabbed the young man's arm, threw him over his shoulder, and the young man flew down the stairs. Picking up the iron rod that had fallen to the ground, Yang Yu stepped onto the second floor.

"Yong'an Gang, you must disband today!" Yang Yu said with a determined tone.

Everyone on the second floor was stunned.

Disband Yong'an Gang? How could that be possible? Even if the thieves were willing, Brother Hu wouldn't agree. Disbanding would mean he'd have nothing to live on. Moreover, the thirty-odd people Brother Hu had gathered today were doing well in Yong'an Gang. Disbanding would leave them without protection.

Yong'an Gang was a loose organization of thieves, but as long as it was an organization, there were people at the top and people at the bottom.

Of course, the most respected in Yong'an Gang was Brother Hu, and the thirty-odd people below had some privileges. The other forty or fifty people had almost no power and were often oppressed. So, to deal with Yang Yu today, Brother Hu could only mobilize these thirty-odd people.

"Kid, you're asking for it!" A few people, unable to hold back, attacked Yang Yu.

Yang Yu was not afraid and did not retreat. His spirit was highly concentrated, and he could see their movements clearly, even predicting their positions in the next second.

"Looking for death!"

Yang Yu moved, and the iron rod in his hand seemed to have a mind of its own, striking four times in quick succession. All others could see were the shadows of the rod.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang."

Four consecutive sounds, and four guys were already rolling on the ground. Yang Yu glanced at the four on the ground with disdain; their legs were definitely broken.

In an instant, he had assessed the situation, moved quickly, and easily dealt with four seemingly arrogant people, which directly scared the others.

"Brother Hu, Hu..."

Some people were already scared and started retreating. Even Brother Hu was stunned. Yang Yu's smooth movements gave him an invincible feeling. He was strong, really too strong.

To incapacitate four people in an instant, even the special forces on TV couldn't do that. But Brother Hu, who had been in the underworld, quickly regained his composure.

"Don't be afraid of him. We still have twenty-seven people. Everyone attack together, and whoever takes him down gets ten thousand yuan." Brother Hu said coldly.

"Ten thousand!" Some people were tempted.

The temptation of money was indeed high, and three guys immediately pounced on Yang Yu, trying to pin him to the ground, but they had clearly miscalculated.

"You guys fall too." Yang Yu moved, the iron rod swung, and he used the techniques from the Luohan Fist. His figure darted around, and he struck at the right moment. The three guys were all down after just two rounds.

Terrifying techniques, fierce actions!

The remaining people were even more scared.

Was this still a rookie they could bully? This was a fierce god! Thinking about their initial plan, it was as ironic as it could be. When you treat others as prey, you might already be the prey.

"Brother Hu, I think we should reconcile. As the saying goes, it's better to make peace than to hold a grudge," someone whispered.

Brother Hu, hearing this, was furious: "Reconcile, reconcile your ass! Haven't you seen he's already injured eight of us?"

Hearing Brother Hu's words, the others showed no expression. As long as they weren't the ones being hit, they didn't care about others' lives. They were thieves, and thieves had no sense of belonging. Thieves were often selfish.

"Attack, all of you, take him down, and each of you gets twenty thousand yuan." Brother Hu seemed to have made a big decision.

Yang Yu watched these people hesitating and laughed inwardly: "Thieves are thieves, easily defeated. It seems the system's task this time is a bit too easy."

Not wanting to waste more time, Yang Yu walked step by step toward Brother Hu. As long as he took down this guy, the disbandment of Yong'an Gang was not far off.

The few people who tried to block Yang Yu were easily dealt with, and Brother Hu's face became increasingly grim.

"Don't come any closer, let's reconcile, reconcile!" Brother Hu almost shouted, as there was no way to retreat.

"I don't need reconciliation, just disband Yong'an Gang," Yang Yu said, frowning.

"You, you're too much!" Brother Hu said angrily. Completely cutting off his source of income, how could he not be angry?

"If you don't want to, I'll help you." Yang Yu took a few more steps forward, and two more guys fell.

"Brother, stop, I'll call the police if you keep this up," one guy said, unable to bear it.

"Call the police?" Yang Yu laughed loudly. Even the guy himself blushed, when did thieves start seeking help from the police? What a joke.

"Whatever, I'm just a thief, not a gangster. I have something to do, I'm leaving," a smart guy said, quickly running downstairs.

"Oh, I have porridge cooking at home, I should go back," someone said, thinking quickly.

"My wife is in labor, I'm leaving."

...

In a moment, only three people were left. Brother Hu's face had completely changed. This was a result he had not anticipated. Only now did he realize that Yong'an Gang was just a group of thieves. Putting on a show was one thing, but expecting these thieves to fight for him was a joke.

"I surrender, whatever you want, I'll give it to you," Brother Hu said straightforwardly.

"Disband Yong'an Gang, I'll say it one last time," Yang Yu said coldly.

"There's a million yuan in the safe on the third floor, you can take it," Brother Hu said solemnly. A million yuan was not a small amount, and he didn't believe Yang Yu wouldn't be tempted.

Hearing this amount, Yang Yu was indeed tempted, but the system's task couldn't be changed, so his expression only slightly changed.

"Didn't you hear me?" Yang Yu was angry and swung the iron rod at Brother Hu. Brother Hu looked fat and strong, but in the end, he was just an ordinary person, maybe even weaker than one.

Seeing the iron rod coming, Brother Hu panicked and instinctively grabbed two people in front of him.

Yang Yu's iron rod still landed, and the two people Brother Hu grabbed fell down. They never expected that their last stand would end like this.

"Now, can you disband Yong'an Gang?" Yang Yu looked at Brother Hu mockingly.

"Yes, yes!" Brother Hu said nervously.

"Good." Yang Yu finally smiled, but then thought about the million yuan. Since it had come to this, he didn't mind robbing him, so he said, "Take me upstairs, I want that million yuan too."

Hearing Yang Yu's words, Brother Hu could only nod, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, but he quickly turned his head to hide it.

On the third floor, there were a few wooden chairs and a safe.

"Password?" Yang Yu asked.

"3046234," Brother Hu said softly.

Yang Yu nodded, squatted down, and started pressing the buttons. Soon, all seven digits were entered. Just as he was about to press the final confirmation button, he saw a shadow in the reflection of the safe.

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