Stronger with More Jobs

Chapter 751 - 308: A Man Dies, His Balls Face Heaven; If Not, He Lives for Ages!

"Set off!!!"

With Lei Meng’s order given.

The crowd surged forth like a flood released from a gate, silent yet swift, pouring out from the back door of the dormitory.

Quickly disappearing into the crisscrossing, deep narrow alleys of the Gray Rock District.

Figures swiftly dashed through the shadows.

Rewind to a day earlier, the same hall.

The air was filled with the strong smell of alcohol and braised meat.

This was a welcoming feast Lei Meng paid for out of his own pocket.

To host all the brothers who had joined from the Su Family.

To make up for the previous lack of proper conditions.

The atmosphere should have been lively, but after a few drinks, the topic inevitably circled back to the gang’s future and the current predicament.

"Brother Meng, it’s not like I’m in a hurry."

Chu Kuanglan grabbed a piece of shiny braised beef and stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks bulging, his voice muffled yet filled with a sense of impatience.

"Just look at us now! We have over thirty Tier Two brothers."

"Just guarding that little profit from the casino and these few broken alleys in Gray Rock District, is it enough to share?"

"Brothers follow you, Brother Meng, for big meals and hefty gold shares! Not to drink the northwest wind!"

With a slap, he slapped the gnawed bone onto the greasy table, oil splattering everywhere.

Beside him, a few veterans from the Cyan Dragon Gang looked a bit sheepish, burying their heads in their drinks.

Lei Meng paused his hand holding the wine glass, forcing a smile, trying to soothe this fierce general: "Old Chu, I understand your ambition! But the Blood Wolf Gang is under the Iron Claw Association, a big gang from the Inner City. If we move against the Blood Wolf Gang, we’d be stirring up a hornet’s nest! When the Iron Claw Association comes down on us, will our meager assets even be enough for their toothpicks?"

He spoke earnestly, with the cautiousness accumulated from years of struggle at the bottom, even somewhat earnestly pleading, "You have to take things one step at a time. Territory, you gain it one step at a time. We can’t rush it, my brother!"

"The Iron Claw Association?"

Chu Kuanglan snorted, abruptly standing up, his motion so large he knocked over the stool behind him, causing a loud clatter.

His left foot stomped on the chair he had just been sitting in, looking down, his eyes like brass bells fixed steadily on Lei Meng, his face unprecedented in its sternness, his voice booming like thunder throughout the hall:

"Then let’s do it!!"

This shout of "do it" shook the dust from the beams to fall in heaps.

Silenced all the whispers instantly.

Made the hearts of Lei Meng, Liu San, and others skip a beat!

Chu Kuanglan ignored the astonished gazes from everyone, his palm, like a fan, slammed hard onto the greasy table, causing the cups and plates to jolt: "Brother Meng! Life is to be lived with guts; otherwise, what’s the point in living! If we keep shrinking our necks, worrying about the Iron Claw Association, our Cyan Dragon Gang will always be a worm in this muddy pit of Gray Rock District! Always without a day to rise! Are you willing? Are the brothers willing?!"

His words were like a red-hot iron, branding Lei Meng’s and Liu San’s hearts harshly.

Watching Chu Kuanglan standing on the chair, radiating an unrivaled boldness.

Looking around at the Su Family elite, the undisguised battle spirit in their eyes.

Their faces burned with an indescribable feeling of shame mixed with the long-suppressed reluctance that rushed to their heads.

Yeah, how many years have they been scared?

How many years have they been in disgrace?

Do they really want to live like this forever?

Seeing the changing look in the eyes of the two, Chu Kuanglan knew the moment was ripe, and immediately seized the opportunity, his voice rapid and fierce:

"Brother Meng! Think carefully! Where are we? Gray Rock District! The village within the city! The kind of broken place even dogs don’t want to stay in."

"Would a big gang like the Iron Claw Association, which can call the shots in the Inner City, really send a large force to risk everything for Blood Wolf Gang, an outer guard dog? Even if they really come, how many can they send? One? At most two Martial Saints!"

His fingers tapped hard on the table, making a thud-thud sound, his gaze as sharp as a knife: "As long as we act fast, act fierce! We uproot the Blood Wolf Gang tonight! Swallow their territory, take in their people! While we’re digesting, we recruit more, grow like a snowball! By the time the Iron Claw Association reacts slowly."

Chu Kuanglan suddenly spread his arms, making an explosive gesture, his face full of undiluted ambition and fervor:

"Our territory would have expanded! The manpower would’ve multiplied several times over! Our strength would’ve changed beyond recognition! By then, will the Iron Claw Association still be willing to fight to the death with us, a rising new force, for a completely dead Blood Wolf Gang? Business! Brother Meng, in their eyes, it’s only business! As long as there’s greater interest, what’s the death of a dog?!"

These words were like a basin of cold water poured over them.

They also ignited the deepest buried powder keg in their hearts.

Lei Meng’s hand holding the wine glass began to shake violently, oblivious to the spilling wine.

The cautious and well-considered thoughts in his mind were shattered by the stormy blueprint Chu Kuanglan painted.

Liu San was even more excited, his face flushed entirely, breathing heavily.

His fists clenched with a crunch, his eyes bursting with the light of a starving wolf.

Do it!

Take a big gamble!

This thought, like wild grass, instantly filled Lei Meng’s mind.

He looked at Chu Kuanglan, seeing the flames ignited in the eyes of all the brothers around him, a long-suppressed sense of boldness crashed through all the barriers of rationality!

"Crack—!"

The wine glass in Lei Meng’s hand was crushed by his force.

Broken glass and wine splashed over him.

Shooting up abruptly, his weather-beaten face hesitated no more, leaving only a grim determination to take the plunge, a madness to risk it all, squeezing out a beast-like low roar from deep within his throat: