Sky-cracking Rider-Chapter 1273 - 1240: Gangs

Chen Fei gave Hassan, the tall guy pulled out from this short gang, only four days.

If he couldn't find the right person in four days, he would settle the bill and leave, capped at four hundred Star Yuan, not a single extra penny.

The other party boasted of being a local guide knowing Moon City inside out, but it's only been a little over a year, not enough to fool anyone.

Chen Fei, who rarely visited bars or dance floors, listened to the fast-paced music, the beats almost indistinguishable, just loud booms, noisier than jet engines, making his head throb.

The 911 Aircrew Base also had such internal entertainment venues, but they felt isolated, and the tunes they played were slow rock compared to the trendy new songs here.

"Hey, Hassan, do you dare to step onto the territory of the Beggar Gang?"

Suddenly, someone blocked Chen Fei and his group, or rather, intercepted their local guide, Hassan.

"What's going on? Isn't the Beggar Gang's territory supposed to be over on No.4 Street?"

Hassan's face suddenly turned grim; it was clear this gang had a bone to pick with him.

"That's old news from two days ago; we've already swallowed up the Shengyu Gang, Hassan. You need to get a good grasp of the market."

As soon as the person finished speaking, they picked up a nearby bottle and smashed it hard on Hassan's big head.

Bang!

Startled by the bottle being taken away and seeing it smashed on another person's head, a bone-crunching result, the hostesses at the table screamed in fear, and the customers didn't dare to make a sound.

The small commotion quickly got drowned out by the noisy bar music, and people around immediately formed a small circle, including the booth's guests who promptly settled their bills and left, afraid of getting into trouble.

"Hiss!"

Hassan, whose head was buzzing, drew in a cold breath, forcing a smile through the dizziness: "I apologize, I just took a job, could you please..."

Bang!

A champagne bottle, thicker than the previous beer bottle, was smashed on his head, breaking on impact with more solid force this time. The thick turban couldn't withstand it, and blood quickly seeped out.

Skinny and dark Hassan swayed as if in a gale, seemingly about to collapse at any moment.

"Old Party! Hold him up!"

Chen Fei sighed; he had no choice but to step in.

Although a temporary hired hand, Hassan was still his guy. A few more bottles, and he might get beaten to death; finding another replacement on short notice would be difficult.

If this were two days later, after the short-term employment had ended, Hassan's life and death would have nothing to do with Chen Fei, who couldn't care less about such trifles.

Always in his single soldier tactical armor, War Professional Dang Wei Jun stepped forward a few paces, grabbing the swaying Hassan, standing like a wall in front of the assailant.

"Who are you guys? Want to stick up for Hassan? This is our Beggar Gang's territory; think before you act."

The person picked up another new bottle, frowned, and his gaze fell on Chen Fei, immediately noticing him as the central figure.

"Hassan has been working for me these past two days; if you beat him to death, can you do his job?"

Chen Fei didn't mean to provoke, just stating the truth.

If the other party could replace Hassan, then be his guest.

Chen Fei wanted results, not caring who completed the job, be it Hassan, the Beggar Gang, or even a beggar on the street, anyone would do.

"If you don't want trouble, leave immediately!"

That person's voice grew louder; he, too, had noticed the imposing single soldier tactical armor on Dang Wei Jun, instinctively associating them with the military. No matter how fierce the gang, they couldn't and wouldn't have the guts to provoke the military, so his voice was loud, but he didn't dare speak provocatively.

If they were indeed connected to the military, the Beggar Gang, which had just expanded over two blocks, might get pulverized.

"Hey, don't you understand human speech?"

Chen Fei wasn't intimidated by the other party's bluster; having a reason isn't about being loud. If the other party recklessly resorted to fists, he would actually respect him for being a real man and then have Mr. Brown send him flying a thousand meters away, ending his brilliant and thrilling life near the Kamen Line.

"What are you saying? Provoking the Beggar Gang won't end well. Guys, someone dares to challenge the Beggar Gang!"

Though cautious of Chen Fei and his group's potential ties to the military, this gang member, realizing it was the Beggar Gang's turf and they had the numbers, believed as long as they did things cleanly, even military ties wouldn't matter.

All too often, brute force gangs act without restraint, consistently meeting the same fate—too arrogant, hitting a brick wall, then getting wiped out, cooling off collectively without exception.

Boom!~

The intense, high-pitched music abruptly stopped, and many people surrounded them from all directions while pushing out other guests from the dance floor.

It was obviously a planned clearing, targeted at Chen Fei and his group, who sought to defend Hassan.

"So it's a clearance?"

Chen Fei smiled, not rushing, turning his head to the S-Class Space Ability User beside him: "Mr. Brown, let's clear it too!"

"Understood!"

Heseman Brown smirked coldly, raising his hand, and snapped his fingers crisply.

The next second, those brandishing bottles, knives, and clubs vanished from the spot without a trace.

In the sky hundreds of kilometers high, ten thousand meters above the ground, these Beggar Gang members suddenly found themselves inexplicably thrust into the air, uncontrollably plummeting towards the ground at increasing speed.

They screamed in agony, flailing desperately yet unable to halt their accelerating descent.

Amidst barren hills, a group tumbled from the sky; not angels, they wouldn't land safely but splattered in a series of dull thuds, turning to pulp.

Perhaps some Beggar Gang members escaped, but with so many gone in an instant, their vital energy was severely wounded, even struggling to maintain their current territory.

Seeing the now deserted dance floor, with some staff shrinking in corners or behind the counters and even the DJ and hostesses crouching, trembling on the ground, Chen Fei, fed up, told the blood-soaked Hassan: "Hassan, because of you, my matters got delayed. You won't get any pay today!"

All the guests were driven away by the Beggar Gang; obviously, it was a futile run.

"Yes, yes, I accept."

Seeing so many people disappear into thin air, the woozy Hassan figured the Beggar Gang members were likely doomed, realizing the young man's bodyguards beside him were indeed formidable Ability Users.

With such guards, he must be someone significant; a mere Beggar Gang was sending themselves to death.

"Were any of the people who left the ones we're looking for?"

Chen Fei took out a tablet, showing the screen to Hassan. Though a clear-out had happened, the job still needed completing.

During the clearing, he scanned the scene, allowing his Artificial Intelligence AI "Adam" to record everyone's faces through his visual signal.

As long as they found the right person, Hassan's task was complete.

"Uh!"

Completely unaware Chen Fei had done so much in such a short time, Hassan braced against growing dizziness and said: "Let me check first!"

"Someone, bandage his head."

Handing the tablet to Hassan, Chen Fei gestured to the hostesses.