Strongest Soldier King Chapter 475 475: Strong Counterattack

"Hold it." The man called Brother Dao shouted, stopping his subordinates who were about to make a move, and looked at Ghost Hand with doubt, asking uncertainly, "Brother, you look familiar. Have we t before? Forgive my poor eyesight, but please state your na, lest there's a misunderstanding like 'a flood washing away the Dragon King Temple.'"

"You son of a bitch, you don't recognize anymore?" Ghost Hand burst into anger upon hearing this and cursed.

"You brat, how dare you speak to my boss like that, looking for death?" A muscular man exuding a fierce aura roared and swung a chair, ready to smash it over.

Luo Zheng saw everything clearly, was already holding back anger with nowhere to vent, and suddenly beca furious. He kicked out with great strength and speed, like thunder, accompanied by a sonic boom. After a month of extre training, Luo Zheng's strength had improved vastly. With one full-force kick, he sent the muscular man flying several ters away into a pile of tables and chairs, where he lay groaning in pain, unable to get up.

Everyone saw how fierce Luo Zheng was, that a single kick had left the muscular man unable to rise, his painful expression indicating at least a few broken ribs. They couldn't help but gasp in shock. Wasn't that too fierce? They looked at Luo Zheng with a mixture of shock and anger, hesitating to make a move.

Brother Dao looked at Luo Zheng with surprise, his gaze shifting between Luo Zheng and Ghost Hand, mistaking Ghost Hand as the leader of the group. His expression turned cold as he demanded bluntly, "Brother, are you trying to wreck this place?"

"I have no interest in wrecking your shitty venue, Little Dao. If I had known it would co to this, I wouldn't have bothered saving you, an ungrateful bastard, ten years ago," Ghost Hand said coldly.

Brother Dao was taken aback, staring intently at Ghost Hand, then suddenly, sothing clicked, and his face lit up with joy. The anger he'd shown earlier evaporated as he quickly said with a smile, "Are you Mr. Gui?"

"Recognized , have you?" Ghost Hand said coldly.

"I have, I have. I should be damned for not recognizing Mount Tai. And you, sir, it's been ten years and you've never once stopped by to see . I've missed you dearly," Brother Dao hurriedly said with a smile, then his expression beca serious and he shouted, "Brothers, this is the life-saving benefactor I've always told you about, Mr. Gui."

"Greetings, Mr. Gui!" everyone exclaid in unison, their voices loud and clear, with a formidable air.

"Uh..." Ghost Hand looked awkwardly at Lan Xue and Luo Zheng and the others, seeing them trying to hold back laughter, and scowled at Brother Dao before snapping, "You bastard, I don't visit without good reason. My people were taken on your turf, at the entrance of Beijing University, hand them over."

"What? Wait just a mont!" Brother Dao was shocked, quickly uttered a response with a smile, then turned to look at his subordinates with a cold expression and demanded sternly, "Did you all hear that? Who can tell what's going on? Who dares to pull such a heinous stunt behind my back? Fess up!"

No one spoke, and Brother Dao's face grew even more unpleasant. Just as he was about to explode in anger, a lean man hurriedly spoke up, "Brother Dao, it wasn't our guys. Lord Ba from the east city gave us a heads-up according to protocol, and I didn't have ti to report to you yet."

Seeing that it was the subordinate in charge of the area around Beijing University, Brother Dao's expression went cold, just as he was about to erupt, Ghost Hand interrupted coldly, "East city's Lord Ba? You sure? Where's their hideout?"

"Positive, how could I lie to you? It's Jingtian Club," the other party quickly asserted, looking very sincere.

"If it wasn't you guys, then leave," Ghost Hand said coldly, holstered his gun, and stood up.

"Mr. Gui, your people were robbed on my territory, I must provide an explanation for you," Brother Dao hurriedly said, turning around and shouting to the people behind him, "Brothers, gather your n, arm yourselves, and et at the Jingtian Club. Be there in less than ten minutes, and wait for the gang's orders."

"Yes!" the crowd answered in unison.

"Don't cause any trouble for ," Ghost Hand snapped coldly.

Brother Dao was aware of Ghost Hand's reputation and skills, and keenly sensed an opportunity for expansion, as well as a chance to repay a debt of life-saving from years past—two birds with one stone. There was no way he would shrink back. Seeing Ghost Hand's icy gaze, he took two steps back and said with a forced smile, "Mr. Gui, I absolutely won't cause you any trouble. We'll wait outside, and we won't make a move unless you say so. Is that okay with you?"

Ghost Hand, considering the urgency of rescuing people and not wanting to dawdle with Brother Dao, said coldly, "Call Lord Ba and tell him to clean his neck and wait. If he dares to hurt my people, I'll annihilate his entire family. Arrange for a car to take there."

"Right away," Brother Dao replied eagerly.

Everyone left the nightclub, and two small cars that had already started up approached at Brother Dao's signal. They hastily carried the group onto the main street and sped away. Shi Feng, who was waiting nearby, was montarily stunned but quickly realized sothing big was about to happen. He swiftly made calls to mobilize his forces, hoping to avoid an uncontrollable situation.

Minutes later, the small cars pulled up at the entrance of the Jingtian Club. A large group of people surged out, each holding a machete or a rubber club, their faces ashen and ominous with killing intent. As Luo Zheng and the others got out of the car and saw this scene, they sneered and signaled for the small cars to leave. Without hesitation, they walked toward the main entrance.

Inside the club, soone shouted, and the gang automatically parted, creating a path, eyes fixed on Luo Zheng and his entourage with a look of eager anticipation. Undaunted, Luo Zheng and his group strode inside, making their way to the sitting room where a short, sowhat plump middle-aged man sat on the couch, flanked by a dozen fit bruisers radiating an iron-blooded aura, clearly experienced in combat.

"Are you Elder Ba?" Ghost Hand asked coldly.

"How dare you speak to Lord like that, you're looking for death," one of the strong n roared and charged, swinging his machete in a clean and powerful motion, evidently a fierce ruffian.

"Bang!" A gunshot sounded, and the bullet hit the ruffian square in the forehead. His body stiffened and fell forward, his machete clanging as it hit the ground. His eyes, wide and filled with confusion, resentnt, and a longing for life, remained fixed on Ghost Hand.

"Fool who doesn't know whether he's alive or dead," Ghost Hand said coldly, his eyes locked on the middle-aged man. He commanded, "Elder Ba, your n don't know the rules, they lack discipline. I'm helping you teach them how to behave. No objections, right?"

"You're very arrogant, kid. You only have five n, while I have more than fifty here. Even if you have five guns, can you kill your way out? Breaking into a private residence, killing ordinary security guards—that's a serious cri," the middle-aged man retorted coldly as he stood up, his gaze on Ghost Hand growing more solemn.

"Them? Ordinary security guards? Elder Ba, you're not being fair," Ghost Hand scoffed. "Just say it straight: hand over the person, apologize, compensate, and if I'm in a good mood, I will leave. Otherwise, I don't mind setting this place on fire. Do you believe ? But it seems you don't, so why don't we find out?"