Chapter 51 The Arrogant Hooligans
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Jacob Ye furrowed his brows and exerted a little force onto his hand. There was a click, and the gangsters' index finger was twisted off.
The gangster screamed agonizingly and pulled his fingers aside. He rolled up with his hands covering his fingers.
The old man pulled out his mobile phone, about to call the police, but was left stunned for a moment when he saw the situation unraveling right in front of him. So, he quietly slid the phone back into his pocket. He didn't expect that this guy practiced martial arts.
"How dare you beat my brother, do you want to die?" The four hooligans on the side were furious and rushed forward together.
Jacob Ye threw a punch to sweep the thug off his feet. Then, he kicked his ass. Soon, with the exception of Spectacles Bro, the rest of them looked as if they were in dire need of a morale boost.
"Well done!" The onlookers burst into cheers.
The old man smiled and said, "You're good at martial arts."
Jacob Ye walked up to Spectacles Bro and said, "Spectacles Bro, you haven't changed at all. Looks like I'm going to have to teach you a bigger lesson this time."
Spectacles Bro shuddered in fear. Jacob Ye was extremely skilled at combat. The last time they met, he lost. So this time around, he brought his pack but still got their asses kicked, mercilessly.
He said, his voice trembling, "What... what are you going to do?"
Jacob Ye sneered and said, "Nothing. Since you can't control yourself, I thought I'd cripple you so that you won't dare to bully women in the future anymore. What do you think?"
"No... Please don't..." Spectacles Bro was shocked to the core. Jacob Ye smirked, a hint of intimidation in his eyes, made him flinch. Spectacles Bro's face suddenly turned cold and he said, "Just you wait, I'm calling backup."
He took out his mobile phone and shouted, "Old Blair, call up everyone else, and take out their weapons, we're out for blood today."
Soon, about a hundred more of them emerged with machetes in their hands, instantly flooding the streets.
Spectacles Bro pointed at Jacob Ye and said to them, "This one's special with a price over his head. A reward is in order if you put his head on a slate."
This seems to have served as a motivation, because the group of gangsters clenched their fists and rushed towards Jacob Ye almost immediately. Jacob Ye, in return, simply picked up a bench and swept it towards their direction.
There were three loud bangs, the bench was swept over and it knocked about five or six ruffians off their feet, scattering the machetes in their hands everywhere on the ground.
Nothing stopped the gangsters from coming, though. It had gotten to a point where it was way too overwhelming. Jacob Ye frowned and thought to himself, "Do I really have to use magic to deal with them today?"
The old man berated harshly, "I can't believe this. The one time I decided to come out and have a drink outside the comfort of my own home, you people just had to ruin it for me with your fistfights."
The old man reached his arms into his pocket, took out his phone to make a phone call.
"Where have you been, boss? Everyone's gone mad looking for you." Bawling on the other end of the phone, is a guard who works in the sanatorium of Qingyuan Dragon Hill.
"I'm by the river, these bastards are getting in my way." the old man said flatly, and then hung up.
The guard was horrified, cold sweat beading on his forehead. The old man's identity is not one to be underestimated. If anything were to happen to him, the guard would be charged in military court.
He ran out of the door in big strides and sounded the alarm. There was a sharp whistle, a slight commotion in the barracks, and soon enough soldiers were scuttling to their feet to the assembly.
"Assemble in rows. We'll head out in five minutes." He roared, his eyes bloodshot.
As if on cue, the group of soldiers immediately made their way to the military vehicles at a steady pace, started the engines and were instantly on their way.
After hanging up the phone, the old man dialed another number.
"Dad, where were you? The sanatorium told me you were missing. I was about to lose my mind."
A dignified middle-aged man said urgently. He was the Mayor of Oakdale City, Chase Lin.
"I was held up by a group of gangsters by the river. This is the Oakdale under your governance." When he was done, the old man hung up the phone.
"Dad, what did you just say?" Chase Lin's expression changed dramatically, and he didn't look calm either.
He rushed out and called a cab to drop him off at the riverside, while he hastily dialed for the City Public Security Bureau.
"Clerk Lin, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Wilbur Mao, Director of the Oakdale Police Bureau, was confused upon seeing the caller ID.
"Pleasure? What the f*ck is wrong with you? My old man's life is in danger because of the gang fight right by the river. Wilbur, if anything bad happens to him, feel free to kill yourself."
Chase Lin practically yelled into the phone and then smashed it off.
"What the hell?" Wilbur Mao almost tripped and fell to the ground.
He knew exactly what kind of person Clerk Lin's father was. He'd been under Elder Lin's command before. Nonetheless, he'd be frightened to death solely by being the father of the Mayor.
Wilbur Mao instantly got out of his seat and made a run for it. He doesn't care about having his meal anymore, he hurriedly called the special police team.
"Officer Mao, how may I assist you?" The captain of the special police team asked, obviously dumbfounded by the situation.
"Assist? You would like to assist me? Gangsters are currently surrounding the Mayor's dad! If anything happens to him, you and I will be in big trouble." Wilbur Mao belted out.
The captain was terrified and broke out in cold sweat. He hurriedly hung up the phone and bellowed, "Team Alpha and Bravo, gather up and request for air support. We need to get to the riverside this instant!"
Soon enough, there was a hustling sound of wind in the air.
A booming sound of the megaphone can be heard coming from inside of the helicopter. "Everyone, put down your weapons and place your hands on your head. Lay down your weapons now!"
The other side of the helicopter exposed the sniper's barrel and sent a chill down everyone's spine.
Before anyone else could react, there was a roar approaching in the direction of incoming vehicles, followed by a row of military vehicles screeching to a halt.
Right after that, groups of armed soldiers rushed down with weapons in their hands. The bastards were immediately surrounded by the sound of the gun's trigger being pulled and the muzzle aimed directly at their heads.
"Put down your weapons right now, or I'll shoot!"
"Put down your weapons."
There was a shout, and the soldiers flooded in, surrounding the ruffians in no time.
At the same time, a row of soldiers ran towards the old man, surrounding him and Jacob Ye.
In the face of being pointed at by black muzzles, all one hundred of them were scared beyond their wits that their legs almost gave out, as they surrendered their weapons respectively.
"Get down on the ground, put your hands on your head."
None of them even dared to resist and did as they were told.
Out of nowhere, a man with major military rank came running in their direction.
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