Black Dragon Gang 2

"You guys are just pathetic," Ye Feng muttered under his breath, a hint of mockery in his voice. "Is this really all the Black Dragon can do? I was expecting more of a challenge."

Luo Han's patience was wearing thin. He charged at Ye Feng with a roar, fists flying. But Ye Feng was a cultivator—his strength and speed far outmatched that of a mere human. With a single, effortless move, Ye Feng caught one of Luo Han's punches mid-air, squeezing his wrist with enough force to make the branch leader wince in pain.

"You really are an angry little man, huh?" Ye Feng taunted, twisting Luo Han's arm and forcing him to his knees. "I thought you were supposed to be in charge of this pathetic gang, but all I see is a big mouth and weak fists."Luo Han gritted his teeth 

"You know," Ye Feng continued, his voice filled with mock amusement, "you really should've stayed in the back. This whole 'leader' thing doesn't suit you."

With a sharp, twisting motion, Ye Feng dislocated Luo Han's shoulder, causing the branch leader to howl in pain. His men, watching in horror as their leader was reduced to a helpless heap, hesitated for a moment. But that hesitation was all Ye Feng needed.

Without warning, Ye Feng unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, his fists a blur of motion as he took down the remaining thugs one by one. A well-placed kick to the chest sent one man flying across the room, while a sharp jab to the throat left another gasping for air.

The last thug charged at Ye Feng with a crowbar in hand, but Ye Feng simply raised a brow. He dodged the swing effortlessly, his body moving like liquid as he grabbed the thug by the throat, lifting him off the ground.

"You're all just a bunch of amateurs," Ye Feng said with a chuckle, tossing the man aside like a ragdoll. "Get a new job."

With his men lying unconscious around him, Luo Han struggled to stand, his face flushed with rage and humiliation. "You... you bastard," he growled, clutching his dislocated shoulder. "I'm calling the boss. You'll regret this."

Ye Feng wiped his hands clean, looking around at the wreckage of the club. "Yeah, yeah, go ahead. I'll be here, waiting. I'm sure your 'boss' will be a real treat."

Luo Han fumbled for his phone, calling for backup. "Boss! I am at Neon Nights, a guy is causing trouble, all my brothers have been bitten , you have to come to handle him".

"Wait for me" a commanding voice was heard from another side and the phone was disconnected .

As Luo Han desperately dialed the number, Ye Feng smirked, lighting another cigarette. "This is getting interesting. I was hoping for some real entertainment. Let's see who's coming next."

Minutes later, the heavy doors of the club burst open once again, and the sound of marching boots filled the air. The ground seemed to shake with the arrival of the Black Dragon's elite fighters, led by none other than Hei Long, the ultimate leader of the Black Dragon gang.

Hei Long was a mountain of a man, towering over six and a half feet tall, with broad shoulders and a body sculpted like a warrior. His jet-black hair was slicked back, and his face was chiseled, with a scar running diagonally across his jaw. His eyes were cold and calculating, gleaming with the promise of violence. He wore a tailored black suit that clung to his muscular frame, and he moved with the confidence of someone who had never known defeat.

Behind him was a formidable team of thirty skilled fighters, each one a master in martial arts, their bodies honed through years of rigorous training. Their eyes were hard, their postures flawless, ready for a battle .

Ye Feng looked at them lazily, a grin creeping across his face as he exhaled a plume of smoke. "Finally," he murmured, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Hei Long's gaze locked onto Ye Feng, his cold eyes narrowing as he assessed his opponent. "You've made a serious mistake, kid," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I hope you're ready to pay the price."

Ye Feng took a long drag of his cigarette, flicking it aside with a bored sigh. "Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before. Let's get this over with. I've got better things to do than waste my time on you."

With a signal from Hei Long, the thirty fighters rushed forward, charging toward Ye Feng like a wave of destruction. But Ye Feng didn't flinch. He didn't even move.

As the first wave of fighters reached him, Ye Feng exploded into action. His body moved with an inhuman grace, his fists and feet striking with precision and deadly force. He grabbed one man by the arm, twisting it behind his back before slamming him into the floor with a bone-jarring impact.

Another fighter lunged with a kick, but Ye Feng easily dodged it, landing a spinning backfist that sent the man tumbling backward. A third attacker tried to stab him with a hidden knife, but Ye Feng caught the blade with his bare hand, his grip tightening until the blade snapped in half.

The fighters continued to press forward, but Ye Feng was a whirlwind, his movements too fast, too fluid to be caught. He was a cultivator, and the gap between him and these martial artists was vast.They were just like birds caught in a storm.

"Come on, guys," Ye Feng taunted, grinning as he dodged another attack. "Is this all you've got? I thought the Black Dragon was supposed to be tough. You all look like you've never been in a real fight."

As the battle raged on, Ye Feng's mocking tone continued, each punch and kick delivered with ease, each one knocking out another fighter. The gang members were left gasping for air, their confidence shattered as Ye Feng tore through them with unrelenting force.