dmims Chapter 27 Defeat
Chapter 27 Defeat
When they rushed to the newspaper office entrance, the scene before them made everyone's eyes widen in anger. The newspaper office's glass door was smashed to pieces, shards scattered all over the ground. Standing at the entrance were four or five thugs, wielding steel pipes and baseball bats, pushing and shoving two uniformed patrol officers. The two patrol officers were Officer Li and Officer Wang, who frequently patrolled the newspaper office. They held their batons, but were being held tightly by the thugs and couldn't break free at all, their faces filled with anxiety and anger.
"Let them go!" Lin Zhou roared, his voice like thunder, making the surrounding air tremble.
The thugs turned around and saw the thirty-odd men charging towards them menacingly. A flicker of panic crossed their faces, but it was quickly replaced by arrogance. One of the thugs, with dyed yellow hair, spat and shouted arrogantly, "Damn it, don't you know the Brotherhood is on duty? Where did these punks come from, daring to meddle? Today we'll take care of you all and show you what the Brotherhood is all about!"
Lin Zhou was too lazy to waste words with them; his anger had reached its peak. He pushed off with his feet, his body shooting out like an arrow. When he was still two meters away from the thugs, he suddenly leaped up, bent his legs, and kicked out with tremendous force.
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, the blond-haired guy who had been kicked was sent flying into the air, crashing into the four men behind him. The thugs surrounding the patrolman hadn't even had time to react when the huge impact caused them to lose their balance instantly. They flew backward like four kites with broken strings, crashing heavily to the ground and rolling around in a heap. The steel pipes and baseball bats in their hands scattered all over the ground. They grimaced in pain and couldn't get up for a long time.
"Thank you, Mr. Lin!" Officer Li and Officer Wang finally broke free of their restraints, both breathing a sigh of relief and their faces full of gratitude. They had been held by the hands by the thugs and were unable to call for help. It seemed that the people in the newspaper office were about to be in trouble, and Lin Zhou's arrival was just in time.
"You're welcome, Officer Li, call for backup right away!" Lin Zhou shouted to them, then turned to the group behind him, "Brothers, follow me in! Let's take care of these troublemakers!"
"Charge!"
More than thirty people shouted in unison, their voices deafening, and holding rubber batons, they followed Lin Zhou into the newspaper office.
The newspaper office was a mess. The once neatly arranged desks and chairs were overturned, documents and newspapers were scattered everywhere, typewriters and telephones were smashed to pieces, and shards of glass and debris littered the floor. A dozen or so thugs in floral shirts and with bizarre hairstyles were smashing things indiscriminately, some even looting office supplies, shouting, "You're asking for it! This is what happens when you mess with the Brotherhood!"
"Stop!" Lin Zhou's angry roar rang out in the chaotic newspaper office.
The thugs turned around and saw the thirty-odd men rushing in, momentarily stunned, clearly not expecting Lin Zhou to bring so many people. But they were seasoned veterans of the gang, and relying on their numbers (they assumed they outnumbered him), they quickly reacted. One of the leading thugs sneered, "Oh, you dare bring men to resist? Today we'll show you who's the boss in these streets! Brothers, get them! Cripple them!"
Twenty or thirty thugs rushed forward, howling, and hurled steel pipes and baseball bats at Lin Zhou and the others. The wind howled as they attacked without mercy.
But they were no longer facing ordinary people who were usually powerless. Instead, they were soldiers who had regained their military spirit after more than ten days of high-intensity training. During this time, they ate and slept well, which not only greatly improved their physical fitness, but also taught them combat and teamwork skills.
Lin Zhou took the lead, dodging a steel pipe that was about to smash into his head. He then swung the stick back, striking the thug's arm with a sharp crack. The thug let out a piercing scream, his arm bending at an unnatural angle, and the steel pipe fell to the ground. Without pausing, Lin Zhou sidestepped another thug's attack, kicking him in the knee. The thug's knee buckled, and he collapsed to his knees. Lin Zhou followed up with a blow to the back of his neck, and the thug groaned, immediately losing consciousness.
His movements were swift and ruthless, each strike hitting vital points. Every move he made brought down a thug, making the men around him feel their blood boil.
"Brothers, let's go!" Sun Qiang roared, brandishing his rubber baton and charging forward. He was a fighting expert in the army, and dealing with these street thugs was a piece of cake for him. He dodged left and right, and his rubber baton seemed to have eyes, targeting the thugs' vulnerable parts such as their arms, knees, and thighs, striking them without killing them, but incapacitating them.
The others followed suit, and the group of over thirty men split into several teams, working in pairs. Some were responsible for frontal restraint, while others were responsible for flanking attacks, wielding their weapons with ferocious force. Although these thugs usually acted arrogantly on the streets, most of them were bullies who preyed on the weak and feared the strong. They had never seen anything like this before. They usually fought haphazardly without any strategy, and now, facing well-trained and coordinated opponents, they were thrown into disarray.
The newspaper office was immediately filled with screams, groans, and the clanging of weapons. Some thugs were hit in the arm with a stick and grimaced in pain; others were kicked in the stomach and curled up on the ground, unable to get up; still others tried to escape but were stopped by the men who had been waiting at the door and were beaten until they obediently fell to the ground.
Lin Zhou moved like a tiger among sheep, weaving through the thugs. Every punch and kick felled an enemy. His strength far surpassed that of ordinary people; even without weapons, he could easily subdue a thug with just his fists and feet. One thug, realizing he couldn't win, tried to ambush him from behind. Lin Zhou, with his keen hearing, sensed the movement behind him, whirled around, grabbed the thug's wrist, and twisted it gently. The thug screamed in pain, dropping his baseball bat. Lin Zhou then followed up with a kick to the chest, sending him crashing into the wall and slowly sliding to the ground, unable to get up.
The fight didn't last long, less than five minutes in total. By the time Sun Qiang knocked the last thug unconscious with a single blow, there were no thugs left standing in the newspaper office. A dozen or so thugs lay sprawled on the ground, some groaning in pain, others passed out. The scene was a mess, but everyone wore a gleeful smile.
Lin Zhou, panting, glanced at the thugs scattered on the ground, his eyes still icy. He walked over to the leader, who was still groaning, squatted down, and coldly asked, "Who sent you?"
The ringleader, his face bruised and swollen, trembled with fear at Lin Zhou's icy gaze, stammering, "It's...it's our boss, Scarface Chen...he said...he said he'd give you one last day, and if you didn't agree, he'd smash up your newspaper office..."
"Scarface Chen?" Lin Zhou frowned. He recognized the name. He was a minor leader of the Brotherhood in this area, known for his many misdeeds. Last time, he was the one who personally led his men to smash up the newspaper office.
Just then, the piercing sound of police sirens rang out from outside, growing louder as they approached, and soon came to a stop in front of the newspaper office. Everyone turned to look and saw five police cars lined up on the side of the road. A dozen or so policemen in uniforms, carrying batons and handcuffs, got out of the cars and quickly walked towards the newspaper office. Leading the way was Zhou Zhengming, the police chief of this block's police station.
Officers Li and Wang quickly went to greet him and briefly explained what had happened. After listening, Zhou Zhengming walked into the newspaper office with a grim expression. Seeing the thugs scattered on the floor and the chaotic scene, his brows furrowed even more. He turned to Lin Zhou, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Mr. Lin, are these gangsters again?"
"Chief Zhou, you saw it too. They came to cause trouble. We were just acting in self-defense. These people are all employees of our security company." Lin Zhou stood up, pointed to the thirty-odd people standing behind him, and then looked at the people on the ground. He said calmly, "These people are yours to deal with."
Zhou Zhengming nodded and instructed the police officers behind him, "Cuff all these people and take them back to the police station for interrogation! Also, send someone to investigate the scene and take statements!"
"Yes, sir!" the police officers responded in unison, taking out handcuffs and beginning to handcuff the thugs on the ground, dragging them one by one into the car.
Lin Zhou watched the police officers busily working, knowing in his heart that this was just the beginning. The Brotherhood had suffered such a huge loss; they would definitely not let it go easily, and there would only be more trouble to come. But he wasn't afraid. Looking at the determined eyes of his brothers beside him, he felt a surge of confidence.