Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

Chapter 293 Bloodbath with Noble

MG Slow Rock Bar.

This is the largest bar on Houhai Bar Street.

It is also the headquarters of the Pan Family Gang.

All the bars on the Houhai bar street had to pay protection money to the Pan family gang.

Tonight, the MG Slow Rock Bar has put up a sign saying it is temporarily closed.

Real-life gang fights are not like those depicted in TV dramas.

The two sides clashed or fired at each other in the street.

Instead, they talk behind closed doors, and if they can't reach an agreement, they resort to violence.

Life and death are preordained; it won't alarm the authorities.

Today, all members of the Pan family gang have gathered at Mingjue.

There were probably more than a hundred people.

These are all core members of the gang.

Fortunately, the lobby of the MG Slow Rock Bar is large enough to accommodate thousands of people.

Inside the hall, Meng Chuan sat on the leather sofa in the center, his fingers lightly tapping on the glass coffee table.

To say that Meng Chuan wasn't nervous at this moment would be a lie.

Pan Lin was standing next to Meng Chuan, giving instructions to several of the underlings.

"Brothers, the Sanlian Gang has issued a challenge. Tonight will be a tough battle, so get your spirits up!"

Pan Lin's voice was deep and powerful.

Pan Lin knew things were going badly when he learned that the Sanlian Gang had mobilized its troops.

Not long after, the Triads issued a challenge.

Meng Chuan picked up his teacup and took a sip; the tea had already gone cold.

He looked up at the doorway; Yingdie hadn't arrived yet.

Meng Chuan's phone suddenly vibrated, and he quickly took it out to check.

It was a message from Yingdie:

"The twelve men are in position and ready to move at any time."

Upon receiving this news, Meng Chuan finally felt much more at ease.

Meng Chuan has developed a dependence on Ying Die. As long as Ying Die is around, Meng Chuan feels at ease.

"Young Master, would you like to eat something first?"

Pan Lin suddenly stepped forward and asked with concern.

Meng Chuan shook his head:

"Let's talk about it after things are resolved."

Just then, a sudden screech of brakes came from outside, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

Pan Lin's expression changed, and he abruptly stood up:

"coming!"

The more than one hundred members of the Pan family gang in the hall immediately grabbed the steel pipes and baseball bats hidden under the table and quickly formed a defensive formation.

Meng Chuan remained seated, but his gaze sharpened.

The door was kicked open, and a bald, burly man in a black leather jacket walked in first; it was Bald Qiang.

Behind him, three imposing middle-aged men entered side by side.

Each person was followed by about a hundred armed thugs.

"Pan Lin, how dare you! Interfering in the business of our Sanlian Gang, are you tired of living?"

The middle-aged man at the head of the group, with a beer belly and a sinister look in his eyes, was none other than Wang Hu, the leader of the Sanlian Gang.

Ge Wei offered ten million to buy Meng Chuan's life.

Pan Lin's sudden appearance broke the so-called rules of the martial arts world.

This also challenged the authority of the Triads.

In this world, saving face is everything.

The Pan family gang broke the rules, and the Sanlian Gang will definitely come to get revenge.

Pan Lin angrily rebuked:

"Wang Hu, stop talking nonsense! You're trying to kill the young master of my Pan Family Gang! I haven't even settled accounts with you yet, and you've already come knocking on my door."

"Young Master? Heh, Pan Lin, do you really think this is a TV drama? You've come up with a Young Master? You're not talking about him, are you?"

Wang Hu sneered, his gaze sweeping across the hall before finally settling on Meng Chuan.

In the dim light, Meng Chuan's appearance was not clearly visible.

However, Meng Chuan was sitting in the main seat, while Pan Lin stood to the side, clearly indicating that Meng Chuan was in charge.

Bald Qiang, standing next to Wang Hu, suddenly widened his eyes and pointed at Meng Chuan, shouting:

"Tiger, it's this kid! He's the one Boss Ge wanted to kill that day!"

Wang Hu suddenly realized what was happening, and a sinister smile appeared on his face:

"I see. Pan Lin, I don't care if you're some young master or old master. Since someone wants to buy his life, and the Triad is willing to sell it, you can't protect him!"

As Wang Hu spoke, he raised the iron rod in his hand and pointed it at Pan Lin, saying:

"I'm giving you one last chance. Kneel down and apologize, then get out of Beijing and hand over the Houhai bar street, and I might spare your life."

Before Pan Lin could speak, Meng Chuan slowly stood up, his gaze sharp as a knife:

"The Triads, is it! I'm giving you one last chance: kneel down and apologize. You can all leave Beijing, but he has to stay."

Meng Chuan pointed at Bald Qiang.

Last night, he led his men to ambush him and Yingdie.

It almost cost Yingdie her life.

"Hahaha!"

Wang Hu threw his head back and laughed loudly:

"Kid, do you know who you're talking to? These two hundred brothers behind me could drown you with a single spit!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the more than two hundred men he had brought raised their weapons:

"kill!"

With over two hundred people shouting, the momentum was quite intimidating.

The members of the Pan family gang gripped their weapons tightly, many of them sweating profusely—the disparity in numbers was too great.

"Pan Lin, I'm adding one more condition: this kid has to stay. What's the choice?"

Wang Hu finally shouted at Pan Lin.

Pan Lin laughed in anger:

"Wang Hu, who do you think you are? Come at me if you want to fight. I'm a son of a bitch if I back down."

How could Pan Lin possibly agree to Wang Hu's request?

Even if the Pan family gang is wiped out today, they will never hand over Meng Chuan.

"Good, that's tough."

Wang Hu roared:

"Charge! Wipe them out!"

More than two hundred thugs from the Sanlian Gang surged forward like a tide, and the members of the Pan Family Gang gritted their teeth and met them head-on.

The sounds of metal clashing and screams instantly filled the entire hall.

The battle was one-sided from the very beginning.

Although the Pan family gang consisted of elites, their numerical disadvantage was too great, and they were quickly suppressed.

A member of the Pan family gang was surrounded and attacked by five thugs from the Sanlian Gang. A steel pipe was slammed heavily into his back, and he coughed up blood and knelt on the ground.

"Young Master, be careful!"

Pan Lin immediately stepped in front of Meng Chuan and slapped away one of the thugs who rushed up.

The thug was sent flying backward, knocking down several of his accomplices.

The name "Iron Hand King" is well-deserved.

Meng Chuan's eyes sharpened. It was time!

"Shadow Butterfly!"

Meng Chuan shouted loudly.

The next moment, the glass window on the side of the hall suddenly shattered.

Twelve dark figures leaped in like ghosts.

The one leading the group was Yingdie, and the short stick in her hand gleamed coldly under the lamplight.

This sudden turn of events startled many people present, causing them to stop fighting.

I thought it was the cops.

After realizing there were only a dozen or so people, the members of the Sanlian Gang breathed a sigh of relief.

The Shadow Butterfly was not idle.

She kicked away two members of the Triads who were blocking her way.

In a flash, he was in front of Meng Chuan.

"Green Gang Battle Hall, heed my command!"

Yingdie's cold voice was filled with murderous intent.

"exist."

Eleven voices responded in unison.

The voice was filled with a chilling, murderous aura.

These are the true elites.

Eleven people, yet they shouted with the force of a thousand troops.

Meng Chuan was so excited by what he heard that he felt his blood boiling.

"kill!"

The word "kill" was shouted from Yingdie's mouth.

The next moment, the entire hall resembled a living hell...