Chapter 114: Blackmailing Us

Wang Xing spoke, his voice devoid of the slightest emotional ripple—cold, icy, and chilling to the bone. A-Feng and the gaunt man shuddered, an involuntary sense of unease rising within them, yet with so many eyes upon them, there was no turning back.

Though the young punk girl felt the oppressive aura, the presence of their entourage emboldened her. With so many watching, she grew increasingly arrogant, desperate to show off. Her youthful face could not mask her hooliganism.

"Listen here, kid, you dare to provoke me? Don't you know who I am? I'm Brother Feng's girl. Now, let's see how you're going to settle this."

A-Feng chimed in right on cue, "I don't want to make a big scene today. Either pay up one dollar and we'll call it even, or leave this 'Masked Rider' bike behind."

Chen Erpao understood Wang Xing well. Despite his usual carefree demeanor, he shared one trait with Chen: when faced with those truly infuriating and blind to the situation, fists were the best solution. Sure enough, in an instant, Wang Xing’s fists blurred, and a dozen shadows rained down upon A-Feng and the gaunt man.

"Bang! Bang!" Before anyone could see clearly, A-Feng and the gaunt man had already taken several punches to the face. Instantly, their faces were bruised and swollen, their eyes puffed up like a panda's.

A-Feng regretted his actions bitterly. He shouldn't have listened to the gaunt man’s instigation, but there was no backing down now. If he didn't regain his face, he would become a laughingstock, unable to stand tall in the future. With a fierce glare, he pulled a gleaming machete from behind his back and slashed forward violently.

Wang Xing glanced at him coldly, his eyes filled with disdain. As the blade neared, he raised his left arm without flinching. With a "clang," the sharp edge struck his arm as if hitting solid metal, producing a crisp, metallic ringing sound.

A-Feng was horrified. His expression shifted rapidly, disbelief filling his eyes. He hurriedly swung the machete again, delivering several even more vicious strikes, but the result remained the same: "Clang, clang..."

Seeing this, the gaunt man and the others lost their nerve. Their weapons clattered to the ground, and they backed away, their faces twisted in a terror usually reserved for seeing ghosts.

"The only expert who has recently shaken the Hong Kong underworld is Wang Xing, the 'Iron-Clad Shirt' and Vice-Leader of Tuen Mun. Are you Wang Xing?" the gaunt man asked in a trembling voice, finally realizing the truth.

A-Feng was about to swing his blade again, but at those words, his machete dropped with a thud. He shook uncontrollably. In Tuen Mun, Wang Xing’s reputation was second only to Chen Erpao’s and rivaled that of Liu Huagang. To small-time thugs like them, he was a figure of unreachable stature, a master of the underworld.

The commotion soon drew the attention of Ling Bo, the Tuen Mun racing legend, and Xie Ding, the leader of the Flying Car Gang, who were about to begin their race. As they appeared, the crowd parted, and many young girls gazed at Xie Ding with infatuation.

Ling Bo, the Tuen Mun racing god and a high-ranking member of the Yi Sect, carried the most authority here. His presence brought an immediate silence to the surroundings.

"Who dares to make trouble here..." Ling Bo bellowed with great presence, but as his gaze fell upon Chen Erpao’s group, he swallowed his last word.

"Brother Pao, Brother Xing, Brother Gang." The once-imposing Ling Bo stood stunned for a moment before rushing over, his face filled with respect as he greeted them one by one.

His reaction confirmed the identities of the three men. A-Feng and the gaunt man, who had held onto a shred of hope, felt their hearts turn to ash. They hadn't just extorted anyone; they had targeted the three giants of Tuen Mun. Whether they would live to see tomorrow became a distant hope.

The young punk girl, previously so arrogant and flashy, turned deathly pale with terror. Seeing no one watching her, she tried to slip away. But Ling Bo caught her, grabbing her hair without a hint of chivalry and slamming her to the ground. She let out a cry of pain, tears streaming down her face.

The gaunt man, a slippery character, immediately wore a fawning smile. "Three big brothers, we truly had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai. Please, be the bigger men and forgive us! This girl is only fifteen;