Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore Chapter 444: Surrounded — “You Smashed Them Up, But Not Me,

The last sliver of sunset glow slanting across the top of the building crevices faded away.

Dusk descended, plunging the entire alley into complete darkness, with only faint light filtering in from the entrances on both sides.

Several burly n surrounded the young man in the middle, closing in step by step, but they failed to see the restless excitent and the bloodthirsty crimson flickering in the young man's eyes.

"The money your employer gave you, I can triple it, as long as you're willing to tell his na."

Xiao He stood in place, unmoving. Beneath the mask he wore was an utterly unperturbed face.

However, this group of thugs didn't seem to have any intention of chatting with Xiao He. One of them was even holding a baseball bat, his posture looking particularly intimidating, as if he was planning to get serious and properly teach Xiao He a lesson.

A skinny guy walking at the very back raised a sowhat worn-out DSLR cara, aiming it at Xiao He, ready to record the entire process to report back to their employer.

Xiao He's gaze locked directly onto that cara, his eyes turning completely cold.

"What a real sha."

As the words fell, the burly man stopped preparing to listen to Xiao He's "pleading" and instead swung the baseball bat directly towards his stomach—

Accompanied by a sharp whoosh of wind, Xiao He took a step back and firmly caught the baseball bat.

The bat slamd solidly into his palm, a brief flash of pain connecting for an instant, but Xiao He's expression didn't change. Seizing the mont when the man behind him was about to pounce and grab him, he suddenly kicked backwards, actually kicking the person directly flying away.

Then he grabbed the wrist of the thug holding the baseball bat, squatted sideways, raised his elbow, and struck fiercely, directly producing a "crack" sound as he broke the other's arm.

"Ah—"

The thug holding the baseball bat imdiately let out a scream, and then the bat in his hand was snatched away by Xiao He.

Xiao He deftly reversed the baseball bat in his hand and jabbed it backwards, the end of the bat precisely poking into the stomach of another thug charging at him from behind, directly making the man retch as he clutched his stomach in pain.

"So you like hitting people, huh?"

Xiao He asked mockingly, then *thump thump* hit the heads of the two thugs in front of him, making them scurry away covering their heads.

"Ow, stop, stop it—"

Despite these guys' fierce postures and imposing aura, after each got a tap on the forehead from Xiao He, their eyes all beca clear, grimacing in pain as they frantically rubbed their foreheads, completely devoid of their initial ferocity.

The skinny guy standing to the side recording hadn't expected this developnt either. Pulling out a knife from his waist, he threatened, "Stop right now!"

Xiao He simply shot him a sidelong glance, a ferocious grin appearing beneath his mask.

"I only hit them, didn't hit you, right!"

Then, ignoring the knife in the skinny guy's hand, he delivered a few more *bonk bonk bonks*.

The skinny guy imdiately crouched down in pain, clutching his forehead and wailing, "Ah, I was wrong, I was wrong—"

"Damn, you dare pull a knife in front of ? Really giving yourself airs!"

"I was wrong, bro, it's a fake knife, not sharpened, really not sharpened, stop hitting—"

Xiao He didn't speak, just hit him again.

In the blink of an eye, the alley was filled only with the sound of a club hitting bone. The previously arrogant group of five was now left with nothing but the wretchedness of scurrying for cover and the desperate howls of pleading for rcy.

After his round of beating, Xiao He felt refreshed and invigorated. Finally, amidst the five n's sobs, he stopped.

"Talk."

Xiao He picked up the cara from the ground, aiming it at the five n crouching together in front of him, hugging their heads and trembling. "Who sent you? What did your employer tell you to do? Spill everything clearly."

"Yes, yes, it was Brother Nan who sent us."

The skinny guy said with a tearful face.

"Who is Brother Nan?"

"He's the district boss of the XX Gang in the United States, works in the underworld with the higher-ups."

"Where is he now?"

"He's not in the United States right now."

"Who contacted him?"

"We, we don't know either—"

Xiao He asked several questions in a row, observing the state of these n. After confirming they weren't lying, he gradually began to form an understanding in his mind.

These guys looked fierce, but in reality, they weren't even a proper gang, just local thugs, hooligans, and ruffians. A simple scare had already shattered their courage; they couldn't amount to anything.

However, Xiao He still had so doubts.

"Just the five of you?"

If he rembered correctly, there should have been six people.

Xiao He originally thought the Brother Nan they ntioned was also here, but it seed that wasn't the case.

The five n hugged their heads and looked at each other: "We, we've always been five people—"

"Always?" Xiao He frowned. "Only you five were watching in the square?"

"Yes yes, only us."

"No one else?"

"No one else—"

Xiao He suddenly stood up straight, his expression turning grave.

"Sothing's off..."

Xiao He murmured softly.

He distinctly rembered that at the scene, he had sensed six malicious gazes.

So why were there only five caught now?

Or was it that another group had also set their sights on him?

Suddenly, other conjectures flashed through Xiao He's mind—the very first gaze he had detected seed to have been present when he arrived at the square, while these five idiots appeared only after he started skateboarding.

That is to say, it was highly possible that the first gaze he sensed earlier wasn't targeting him!

Then who was it?

Xiao He thought of the teenager who had lent him the skateboard earlier.

Indeed, it was when he was standing together with that youth that he sensed that particular gaze.

But that gaze had vanished too quickly. Before Xiao He could grasp it, it disappeared again. He had almost started to think it was an illusion.

But now it seed—

Xiao He's expression grew more serious.

He crouched down, his gaze cold and fierce as he looked at the five n in front of him. He snapped his fingers. "You're coming with now to help with one thing. Then rember to turn yourselves in afterwards. Otherwise, I'll beat you to death right here and throw you in the trash to feed the dogs."

The five n t Xiao He's gaze that seed ready to kill at any mont, all involuntarily shivering as they nodded tremblingly. "Okay, okay, we understand. Please, big brother, don't hit us anymore!"

Xiao He gave a slight nod, then stood up, turned around, and ran towards the alley exit.

The five n also huddled together, carefully following behind, with no thought of escaping, only fear and terror remaining.

To be fair, Xiao He had a real skill with that baseball bat. These guys' heads were covered in lumps, yet not a single drop of blood was shed. Most of those blue and purple marks were hidden by their hair. Following Xiao He out like this, they really did look like his little lackeys.

Xiao He hurriedly returned to the square, and sure enough, he found that Ban Zheyu was no longer there.

He imdiately grabbed the teenager he had been skateboarding with earlier and asked anxiously, "Where did the Chinese teenager who was playing with you guys go?"

The skateboarding teen was stunned for a mont, then pointed in a direction. "He said he was leaving first, needed to go back and send his sister the video he shot on set."

Xiao He imdiately chased after him in that direction.

He hadn't been gone for long, at most five minutes. Logically, Ban Zheyu shouldn't have gotten far.

But soon, Xiao He spotted a familiar skateboard beside a roadside trash can.

—This was precisely the skateboard Xiao He had borrowed earlier!

Seeing this familiar skateboard, Xiao He's heart sank.

Damn, that guy really was targeting that kid!

He's in danger!