Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 612 - 622: Twin Flower Red Clubs

Ye Ling couldn’t help but become interested upon hearing Old Wang’s words. Tsk tsk, according to the old man’s story, it seemed that he was also a friend from the underworld in the past, perhaps quite glorious back then.

"I’m sayin’, old man, from the way you speak, you were a notorious gangster too, huh?"

Ye Ling chuckled, having nothing better to do right now, he just chatted with Old Wang to ease the boredom. As for the Four Seas Gang, he was eagerly waiting for them.

Old Wang curled his lip, "Let me tell you, back in the day, I was a famous gangster, not some no-name. I don’t play that game."

"Nowadays, it’s all about you youngsters, I’m just here to take it easy, and what do I get? Caught up in this mess, you call that bad luck or what?"

Hearing this from Old Wang, Ye Ling suddenly paused, huh, so this is not your shop?

Damn it, don’t tell me they made a mistake. Those damn fools, what kind of judgment is that, not knowing who to extort a protection fee from.

If I were the boss, I’d gouge out their eyes one by one and replace them with 0.81 pairs of titanium alloy dog eyes.

"This little shop is my modest business in Baowan. Back in my youth, I was in the inland, then I went to Mi Country, and now I travel all over the world, enjoying life, you could say."

Old Wang took out a pipe from his pocket, packed it with tobacco, and lit it up, taking a deep, irritated drag.

Ye Ling smelled the smoke and instantly felt invigorated; this tobacco was definitely not ordinary, rich and full-bodied with a sweet aroma that spread.

"Judging by what you’ve said, old man, your life story could probably fill a textbook."

Ye Ling said teasingly. Old Wang nodded and smirked, "Hey, you’re not wrong. My story on screen, it’d be nothing short of The Godfather. Those old guys would have to bow down and call me ’sir.’ You believe that?"

"Believe it? Of course, I do!"

Ye Ling readily agreed, while inwardly muttering, believe you? If I believed you, I’d be a fool. The real Godfather would have to call you sir?

You must be joking internationally. Why don’t you say that the wolves of Kekexili have to act like sheep in front of you, too? Isn’t it true that the older some people get, the more outlandish their stories become?

Seeing the expression on Ye Ling’s face, Old Wang knew this guy didn’t believe a word he said, but he didn’t say much more. Instead, he just laughed. At his age, what was there left to chase after?

"Young man, you’re not bad, I’m quite interested in you. Who knows, I might just appoint you as my successor."

Old Wang laughed loudly, and Ye Ling was suddenly terrified, "Oh my, old man, if you say that, then thank you very much. Don’t worry, I’ll fight to the death to protect you."

The two looked at each other and were both puzzled at first, then burst out laughing. Their conversation hardly seemed like a serious chat, but rather like they were joking around.

But just then, suddenly, a cool breeze blew through the street, and from the far end of the road, a dark crowd began to slowly approach.

The other shopkeepers on the night market street were shocked at the sight, hurriedly closing their doors. Why bother with matters that don’t concern yourself?

Seeing this scene, Ye Ling couldn’t help but laugh. Not far away, the so-called Huo Long walked boldly next to a lean and fit man.

Behind him, easily a hundred ruffians carrying baseball bats dawdled towards Ye Ling’s location, oozing with a menacing aura.

"Kid, think you can handle this?"

Old Wang, seeing the scene unfold, asked with a smile, and Ye Ling smirked back, "Old man, you said nothing would happen in a while, but look what’s happened, am I right?"

"Hey kid, just watch right here. I’m going to show you a real good show. You’ve never seen a martial arts film, have you? Even if you have, it doesn’t matter. My martial arts are a hundred times more exciting than theirs,"

Ye Ling chuckled, turned around, and walked towards the dense crowd. Old Wang nodded in agreement. Not bad, the kid did seem to have some guts. He wasn’t the kind to chicken out.

When Ye Ling left, a man in his thirties, panting heavily, ran over and bowed respectfully to Old Wang, "Old Master, I came as soon as I heard the news. Are they all wasted?"

"If I wanted them wasted, I would have had someone do it long ago. Don’t rush, don’t rush. Come, come, sit down and watch a good show,"

Old Wang smiled slightly, while the middle-aged man next to him was dumbfounded, not knowing what Old Master was up to, but he still sat down respectfully.

"Kid, you hurt my brother. Tell me, how should we settle this?"

Crow, one of the twin red sticks of Four Seas Gang and one of the few in the gang who could really fight. Of course, his status wasn’t low either; he was a Hall Master.

Ye Ling glanced at Crow, then at Brother Huo Long on the side, and couldn’t help but smile, "What to do? Mix it up into a salad!"

Crow nodded, "Since that’s the case, fine. You’ve suggested a method, and I’ll take it. I really want to see just how tough a guy from the inland really is!"

Thump, Crow stomped his foot, and his body rocketed towards Ye Ling like a cannonball, his elbow striking with fierce ruthlessness, colored with a hint of brutality. If it landed on someone, it would break bones at the very least.

Crow’s followers, one after another, were extremely excited, holding up baseball bats and shouting encouragement to their boss.

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Ye Ling didn’t budge. Just as Crow was about to reach him, suddenly Ye Ling’s arms clamped down, trapping Crow’s elbow tightly against his own arm.

Bang! Ye Ling threw a punch, landing it on Crow’s eye socket. Crow winced in pain, his teeth bared in a grimace. Before he could recover, his other eye was savagely punched as well.

"Shit! Brothers, take this bastard down!"

Crow immediately panicked, a bad feeling rising in his heart. His ferocious strike had been so effortlessly blocked?

It seemed he had encountered a tough customer. No matter, he still had over a hundred followers behind him. Even if this guy was strong, he’d wear him to death!

I can’t beat you, fine, but I’ll pile up people against you until you’re exhausted to death!

Ye Ling chuckled sinisterly, suddenly grabbed Crow’s arm, and with a fierce tug, Crow’s eyes went wide as he was hurled into the crowd rushing at Ye Ling.

Whoosh, Ye Ling disappeared. Everyone was stunned, and by the time they came to their senses, Ye Ling had thrown a side whip kick, sending more than a dozen hooligans flying.

Splush!

Ye Ling grinned savagely, his fists clenched tightly, the sound of cracking bones chilling to those who heard it—someone had met his match.

"Four Seas Gang? Twin red sticks?"

"Come on, I want to taste, whether these twin red sticks can make me submit, or if I turn you into matchsticks!"

Whoosh, Ye Ling charged at the gang, threw a punch that shattered several baseball bats coming at him, and then another punch, knocking down six hooligans.

Watching Ye Ling’s heroic performance, Old Wang at a distance laughed, his laughter carrying a hint of mystery.