Chapter 474: Chapter 474

"Little Nine, they’re catching up," Chu Wu looked at the rear view, saying in a deep voice.

Bi Xia had just hung up the phone, gave a cold smile, "I’m just afraid they can’t keep up!" Thıs content belongs to N0veI.Fiɾe.net

As he spoke, the black sports car made a sharp turn, the tires screeching against the ground. The black sports car momentarily halted, then quickly darted between the black sedans chasing it, moving so fast that no one could react in time.

"Wow!" Chu Wu’s eyes lit up, "Not bad."

Bi Xia snapped his fingers, "Not bad at all."

When he first got the car, he practiced daily in the learning space; how could he be bad?

Chu Wu raised his eyebrows, "Next time, let’s have a race."

The red lips curled up, "Sure, but not today."

Glancing at the cars that were also turning and following, Chu Wu’s normally lazy and casual demeanor vanished. His eyes turned sharp, a gleam flashing through. He glanced at his phone that just vibrated, then turned to Bi Xia and said softly, "Little Nine, would you mind heading to Nine Pavilion? Too many people here."

Bi Xia chuckled, his starry eyes narrowed slightly, "That’s where we’re going—Nine Pavilion."

Low laughter emerged from their throats, seemingly both in understanding and in mourning for those behind them.

The place Bi Xia was taking the group was not the Nine Pavilion’s club, but a warehouse they had used when battling the Liu Family Gang. It was sparsely populated, and after the gang vanished, no one dared to go there; Nine Pavilion had bought it.

It’s a perfect spot for dealing with unspeakable matters, especially at night.

As they got closer to the warehouse, Bi Xia mockingly laughed at the black sedans lagging behind, "Should I wait for them? Driving this slow, they’re clearly underestimating you."

Chu Wu sneered, "They don’t underestimate me; they think I have no one in Qing City."

Bi Xia’s starry eyes flashed with a cold light, "Then let them see your people in Qing City."

The black sports car made a sharp drift, parking in front of the warehouse. At that moment, dozens of strong men and youths poured out of the warehouse, faces cold, wielding steel whips or machetes. Leading them was Meng Chi, wearing a silver fanged wolf mask and holding a black handgun, standing at the warehouse door, awaiting the car doors to open.

Meanwhile, Bi Xia had already donned the golden half-mask kept in the secret compartment of the modified sports car. His starry eyes unblinkingly watched the approaching sedans in the rearview mirror.

"This mask feels of higher quality than mine," Chu Wu raised an eyebrow.

Bi Xia’s lips curved slightly, "It’s exclusively made, just one. If you need, I’ll get you one."

"No need," Chu Wu shrugged, "I’m used to my wooden mask. It’s just for appearances, to avoid constant hunts."

"And to act a little cool, make it high-class," Bi Xia replied blandly, seeing Chu Wu nod in agreement. He smiled slightly, then his face turned serious, "If you’re masked, how would they know your face?"

Chu Wu’s face darkened, "It’s those bastards from the Chu Family, damn it!"

"Who cares who they are," Meng Chi said expressionlessly, opening the car door. He approached Bi Xia, who leaned against the car door, starry eyes coldly watching the numerous black sedans that had stopped behind them, "Kill them all first."

At that moment, a few more black vans drove in from the right side of the warehouse. As they opened, about twenty men came out, greeting, "Mr. Wu."

Chu Wu also opened his door, looking at the men behind him. His crimson lips curled up wickedly, leaning against the door, he said eerily, "Why kill them? Dream Drunk Dark Prison has too much free space, need some new occupants..." His tongue slid across his lower lip, bloodlust flashing in his peach blossom eyes.

The opposing men had also gotten out. With a light lift of his chin and hair blowing in the wind, Chu Wu snapped his fingers, "Mr. Jiu, when do we start?"

Low laughter flowed out, growing louder with the wind. Starry eyes lowered slightly, red lips curled up in a cold, treacherous smile. Suddenly raising his head, starry eyes blue and sharp as icy blades, the boy’s tongue pressed against his teeth, he coldly and arrogantly said, "Anytime."