Chapter 142: A Mighty Rampage

Today's concert went very smoothly, but everyone was exhausted. Zhang Xiaoyu, in particular, was still traumatized, and her face remained somewhat pale.

After wrapping up, the group hurried back to their hotel. They chatted happily inside the car along the way, and Zhang Xiaoyu's complexion gradually improved. As she looked at Chen Erpao, her eyes held a more complex expression than before.

Suddenly, the car slammed on the brakes. If Chen Erpao hadn't quickly shielded the two women, they likely would have been injured. Not far ahead, a large cargo truck had inexplicably appeared, blocking the middle of the road.

A bad feeling welled up in Chen Erpao. He looked back and saw several more cars blocking their retreat.

From both the front and the back, over a hundred people suddenly rushed out. These were all unfamiliar faces, and they spoke with Taiwanese accents. Chen Erpao immediately thought of Liu Ming, as he had only offended Liu Ming in Taiwan, and only Liu Ming's Four Seas Gang could easily dispatch over a hundred men on such short notice.

However, when he caught sight of a man and a woman among the crowd, Chen Erpao experienced a moment of sudden realization and understood everything.

Bong En and Bong Xin were clinging tightly to each other. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought they were a loving couple. Chen Erpao, however, knew very well that they were actual brother and sister, and he suspected that his own actions previously had directly pushed them into each other's arms.

Chen Erpao instructed Wang Xuemei and Zhang Xiaoyu not to get out of the car, and told Wang Hu to stay in the driver's seat. Relying on Wang Hu's years of exceptional driving experience from his time in the military, as long as a gap was opened up later, seizing the opportunity to break through and shake off the enemies would still be possible.

"I really didn't expect the two of you to be so shameless! Bong En, how does it feel to taste your own sister? To be honest, you still owe me a thank-you."

Bong En seemed extremely sensitive about this matter; his expression instantly turned extremely ugly. Because of Chen Erpao, the brother and sister had once performed a live spectacle on a basketball court.

"Chen Erpao, I couldn't kill you last time, but this time is different. This is Taiwan, not Hong Kong. Right now, you only have a handful of people, while I have this many. These are minor gangs that the Sky Alliance spent a heavy sum to bribe in Taiwan. Today is meant to take your life, and even the Jade Emperor himself couldn't save you."

"All talk and no substance." Chen Erpao showed no fear. If he were alone, he might indeed be in danger, but with three comrades and six Scarlet Blood team members present, what was there to fear? Could they really fail to carve out a path through blood? Even if the King of Heaven himself blocked the way, he would slaughter his way through regardless.

"Come on then! Today, let me see how you plan to kill me. If I don't die, I will surely execute the two of you another day. I spared you last time, but I won't do so again."

Bong En gave a cold laugh and waved his hand. Instantly, the enemies swarmed forward, armed with every kind of weapon imaginable—steel pipes, machetes, iron bars. It seemed the minor gangs they had bribed were quite resourceful, bringing such appealing weaponry.

Chen Erpao charged forward in a single stride, showing no mercy as he plunged into the enemy crowd. Today, he would slaughter in all directions; what could the heavens possibly do to him?

He used a seizing technique to lock onto an enemy's wrist, instantly snatching the machete from his grip. Changing the angle of the blade, he swept it across the man's throat in a flash, sending a spray of blood into the air.

Chen Shao and Lian Ying delivered attacks that were equally fierce. Although Lian Ying was renowned as a sharpshooter during his military days and famous for his marksmanship, his martial arts were far from weak. In the blink of an eye, he knocked down several enemies, seized an iron bar, and swung it wildly with the fierce momentum of a roaring tiger.

Chen Shao went weaponless, his pair of iron fists as lethal as any sharp blade as he wreaked havoc among the enemies. The three of them formed a formidable combat force, and before long, over a dozen people lay collapsed around them.

"Let's go! Break through toward the rear. Find a way to clear those two cars out of the way and let the women leave first."

With a loud roar, Chen Erpao fought his way toward the back, guarding the car carrying Wang Xuemei and the others. Meanwhile, Wang Hu started the engine and threw the car into reverse. Unfortunately, he couldn't ram the blocking cars out of the way, and with enemies continually attacking the vehicle, the situation remained extremely dangerous.

There were simply too many enemies. Zhang Xiaoyu and Wang Xuemei were, after all, just two women. As the car windows were smashed in one by one, they could only cower inside, letting out continuous, frightened screams.

Suddenly, Bong Xin emerged from nowhere and lunged fiercely toward the inside of the car. Just as she was about to touch Xuemei, Chen Erpao hurled the machete in his hand straight at her arm.

Bong Xin sensed the danger and had no choice but to hastily retract her arm, launching a pair of fierce, sweeping kicks with the speed of the wind. Chen Erpao raised his legs to meet her, trading blows in mid-air for several rounds.

Bong Xin was deeply shocked. Her leg techniques were her greatest pride, having been practiced diligently for over twenty years—her hand combat skills weren't even half as good as her kicks. Yet, just now, she hadn't managed to gain any advantage whatsoever.

With a sharp cry, Bong Xin leaped into the air once more, bringing her fierce leg down in a ferocious chop.

Chen Erpao let out a cold laugh. He hadn't used his full strength just a moment ago, but this time he would hold nothing back. Circulating his Nirvana Saint Art, he concentrated his internal hard energy into his leg, lifting it to meet her attack like a pillar of steel and iron.

With a crisp, sharp bang, Bong Xin was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string. At that moment, her right leg felt as though it had snapped; upon colliding with what felt like solid steel, it had nearly fractured completely, and cold sweat poured down her face.

Seeing this from not far away, Bong En was consumed by rage and lunged forward to attack. The moment he reached Chen Erpao, a machete came slashing down fiercely. Chen Erpao kicked upward, striking the man's wrist heavily. A look of pain instantly flashed across Bong En's face, and the machete nearly slipped from his grip.

With a sharp shout, Bong En spun the blade in rapid succession, forming a cage of steel that descended upon Chen Erpao. Channeling his internal hard energy into both hands, Chen Erpao met the attack head-on with bare strength. His arms were as unyielding as iron, filling Bong En with growing terror with every blow.

After several exchanges, Chen Erpao let out a thunderous shout: "Break!" His right hand, glowing with a bronze luster in the dark night, struck fiercely against the center of the machete. With a crisp snap, the blade shattered into two pieces.

Bong En was struck dumb with shock. Suddenly, using the tip of his foot, Chen Erpao kicked up the lower half of the broken blade that was about to fall to the ground. It shot forward like lightning, moving so fast at such close range that it was impossible to evade.

"Ah..." A scream comparable to the squeal of a slaughtered pig—or even worse—rang out. Bong En wailed in agony as a fragment of the broken blade embedded itself directly into his groin, drenched in blood and presenting a truly miserable sight.

"Chen Erpao, you..." Bong En pointed a trembling finger, wanting to curse, but the sheer, overwhelming agony had twisted his features so badly that he couldn't utter a word for a long time.