Chapter 399

Chapter 399

Du Yunting truly was a brute. He attacked without hesitation because fighting might kill him, but refusing certainly would.

Chaos erupted: more than fifty men against thirty-some, most wielding machetes.

Despite superior numbers, Du Yunting gained no advantage.

This was murder, not a brawl. Men quickly fell. One collapsed before me, spraying me with blood while his hand twitched.

I crouched motionless, but a frenzy easily harmed bystanders.

An unknown fighter charged me, only to be kicked away by Mr. Qian, whom Qingyuan had hired to find the Map of the Sin Realm.

Mr. Qian followed with a knife strike, then dragged me to safety and crouched beside me.

Only then did I see the disparity. Qingyuan’s people were The Organization’s Lanjiang City backbone, elites among elites.

Du Yunting’s men fell repeatedly, and panic entered his darkened face.

The loser would certainly die.

But neither leader would decide the winner.

I would.

As both sides fought madly, red dots appeared on many bodies, including Qingyuan and Jin Wuju.

Their faces changed.

“Stop! There’s another ambush!”

Everyone froze, staring at the dots, which marked both factions.

“Snipers?” Jin Wuju went pale.

Qingyuan ground his teeth. “Mechanical crossbows!”

He looked at Du Yunting, who also appeared alarmed and turned toward me.

I rose and shouted, “Crouch if you want to live! Anyone who disobeys gets a hole through his head!”

The crowd dropped. However skilled, they remained mortal.

Only Qingyuan and Du Yunting stood.

I pointed at Qingyuan. “Think you’re special? Want to die? I’ll oblige!”

He glared viciously, then crouched.

I looked at Du Yunting. “Did exchanging lives replace your brain? Tell your men to tie them up!”

Joy replaced his panic. “Quick! Bind them!”

The situation reversed too quickly for anyone to process.

Qingyuan’s men dared not move. Resistance seemed useless when standing meant instant death.

Qingyuan snarled, “Do you know who I am? Do you know the size of The Organization or my position? Touch me, and you’ll never know peace!”
Qingyuan glared at me viciously. “Do you have any idea how big The Organization behind me is? Do you know what position I hold in it? Lay a hand on me, and you’re asking to die. You won’t have a single good day for the rest of your life!”

I laughed and swung a vicious backhand across his face.

Fuck.

That was for locking me up, the bastard.

Finally got my revenge.

“I know. You’re the one in charge. Every member of The Organization in Lanjiang City answers to you.”

“If you’re that powerful, how did you still wind up losing to me?”

I seized his chin and turned his head to one side. “Look. Take a good look. Now look over there. See exactly how you lost.”

“Weren’t you sure you had everything under control? Weren’t you feeling pretty damn pleased with yourself?”

“Even now, you still can’t figure out how you ended up in my hands!”

Then I pointed at Jin Wuju. “From the moment I first saw you in that restaurant, I started suspecting you. Do you know why?”

Jin Wuju shook his head.

Now it was my turn to feel smug. I said scornfully, “You thought setting a trap was nothing more than putting on a show, having more men, and fooling someone into it.”

“You’re really too stupid. Even now, you can’t figure out how I built this trap.”

With that, I turned toward the distance and bellowed.

“Seventh Master! You can come out now!”

At the words “Seventh Master,” Qingyuan and Jin Wuju stared, their eyes bulging.

“How is that possible!”

“Didn’t he fall into the black hole?”

“Didn’t that Old Man fall in?”

I sneered. “People always think they’re so clever. They only see what they want to see and hear what they want to hear.”

By then, Seventh Master had appeared.

Song Xiaotian was right beside him.

But they were not alone. More than twenty men had come with them, almost all around Seventh Master’s age, and some even older than he was.

And what did they have in their hands? Guns?

No.

Crossbows?

No.

Every one of them held several laser pointers, the kind sold at street stalls or stationery shops outside elementary schools.

When Qingyuan and his men saw the laser pointers in their hands, they were utterly stupefied.

It was not just them. Even Du Yunting was dumbstruck.

Those dozens of laser pointers had made Qingyuan and his men think crossbows were trained on them. In the end, every last one of them had surrendered.

“Hahaha!”

“A pack of country mutts. Never seen a laser pointer before? Look how scared you got.”

Seventh Master and the others were beside themselves with laughter. “Bought them wholesale at a stationery store. Two yuan each. Like them? If you do, you can have them.”

Qingyuan clenched his teeth in fury and finally lost control, roaring, “Fuck you! You pack of fucking dogs! I don’t accept this!”

I kicked him over and planted my foot on his face. “You’re this fucking stupid and you’ve still got the nerve to say you don’t accept it? I’ll give you one more chance. Guess how we set this trap. Can you?”

“You can’t. A loss is a loss.”

Then I waved to someone in the crowd. “Brother Bo, come out here.”

A man in his thirties stepped out from behind the crowd.

It was Zhang Bo. We had met him once before during the affair involving Ding Ruoning and her daughter, Sun Jiayu.

In fact, Zhang Bo was the single most important person in this trap.

Without Zhang Bo, there would have been no trap.

I brought Zhang Bo over to Jin Wuju and asked, “Master Jin, do you still recognize him?”

Jin Wuju looked up at Zhang Bo, and his expression changed dramatically. “Mr. Tan?”