Chapter 143: The Fierce General

  "I don't know you." Mo Tai Xiang retorted bluntly, not giving Mo Cang Long any face at all.

  "But isn't it a bit late for introductions now? Doesn't Mr. Mo want to give me some face?"

  "Face? You've even brought A Yu here, how can I not give you face? However, I don't know what you want from me. As one of the eight great warriors of the Crazy Wind Gang, you shouldn't be after the 500,000 in my hands, right?"

  "Haha, of course not! If you're willing, I can give you 500,000 or even 5 million!"

  "Thank you, I'm Mo Taixu, a person with a thin fate, no blessing to enjoy! As long as you let Ah Yu go, I'll be grateful beyond words."

  "Don't be so hostile towards me, after all we share the same surname Mo, and 500 years ago we were considered one family. Don't worry, I will definitely let you go, but first, I want to ask a question! I know you have connections with that little carpenter, what puzzles me is why the Heaven Concealer robbed the North City, yet he didn't make any move?"

  "He owes a favor to a man in black!"

  Han Yu was stunned by what he overheard next door. He also found it strange that Beicheng had four major forces, but after taking out Jiao Lu and the farmer, the small carpenter's group seemed to have vanished into thin air, without even showing their faces. Only now did he realize that the small carpenter owed him a favor. But the question was, what kind of favor did he owe himself? Why didn't he know anything about it?

  Han Yu furrowed his brow, and suddenly his eyes lit up, a hint of enlightenment flashing in the corners of his mouth, as if he had understood something!

  "What kind of human feelings?"

  "I don't know either! You have to ask him!" Mo Tai paused for a moment, then asked back: "You've gone to so much trouble to find me, what do you want to do? Speak clearly!"

  "Hah! Alright, I'll be straightforward then. Today, I'm here representing the Windstorm Clan to invite you. The eight great war generals of the Windstorm Clan are currently missing one member. If your brother doesn't mind, I'd like to recommend you as one of them!" The rough voice laughed out loud.

  Chen Jiao curled his lip, silently scolding the shamelessness of it all. Wasn't this just a ploy to undermine their powerful wall? But the Crazy Wind Gang was indeed willing to spend big money on this. One of the Eight Great Warlords, Mo Tai, was already sitting pretty, guaranteed to become famous overnight and become a well-known figure in Tian Shui City, with influence and power.

  Even if they saw their boss, they didn't dare to offend him easily, being cautious. Chen Jiao glanced at Han Yu's face, after all, compared to the Crazy Wind Gang, the current Ye Tian was still a small-time gang.

  Han Yu slightly curled his lip, one of the Eight Great Generals? When Xia Tian just started, he had already taken down one, and today's won't escape either. Old Mo, if you have any sense, considering the 5 million, you can't agree to this. Otherwise, I'll make you the one with the shortest time in the top position among the Eight Great Generals!

  "There's no such thing as a free lunch in heaven, is there? Let's talk conditions." Mo Tai was much calmer than the two of them had imagined.

  "Take down the man in black!" Mo Canglong said with great pleasure.

  Han Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, Chen Jiao was about to scold someone when Han Yu quickly covered his mouth. Only then did the little guy realize they were eavesdropping and he hastily closed his mouth. Han Yu only let go of his hand after that and perked up his ears to listen to how Mo Tai Heng would respond.

  "Take down Hei Yi? Ha ha ha, did I hear that right? Although the power of the Heaven Covering Sect is not comparable to the Crazy Wind Gang, they are still a big shot with hundreds of underlings. If I really had that ability, do you think you could still stand here and talk to me?" Mo Tai's voice was filled with mockery: "Boss Mo, you're overestimating me. I'm just a cook, I don't know how to do anything except cook, especially killing people!"

  "Which cook can bring two knives with him when going out like your younger brother?" Mo Canglong, not being refused, said to himself: "Get rid of Hei Yi, his men and territory will be yours!"

  "What's the use of having a mountain of gold when you're going to die?"

  "How could you die?" Mo Canglong's loud voice rang out again, Han Yu knew that this guy had prepared some tricks for himself, and he also wanted to know how Mo Taiheng would answer, so he perked up his ears and carefully stuck to the wall.

  "It's hard for others to get rid of that black-clothed person, but you're different. Because you can make hot pot, and that black-clothed person seems to like eating the hot pot you make! I have something here, just put it in when you make hot pot for him, no need for you to take action..."

  "What a great move, borrowing a knife to kill someone! It's indeed a good method and skill. People say that Mo Canglong is the most sinister and ruthless among the eight great generals of the Crazy Wind Gang, and now I see it's not just a rumor!"

  Mo Tai lightly sighed and seemed to be lamenting, then responded with a sentence: "What if I don't agree?"

  "You certainly have the right to refuse, but if you do, your hot pot city might not be able to open again." Mo Canglong said calmly: "Of course, you can also just leave, after all, someone like you, Mo younger brother, who has skills, can eat well wherever they go. But your two apprentices, and the people who help you work in your hot pot city, are probably not so lucky. Hmm, you also know what kind of people I have under my hands..."

  "How dare you!"

  "I not only dare, but I have already done so. If you don't believe me, wait and see for yourself at their home later! But you also don't need to worry, I just invited them to my place as guests for a few days, if you do what I say, I guarantee you will be perfectly fine when you see them..."

  Mo Tai's face changed again, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he suddenly sneered: "It seems that I still underestimated your shamelessness! However, if Laozi subdued you..."

  The conversation was cut short as Mo Tai Heng suddenly sprang up. After a brief and intense fight, they immediately stopped. Mo Cang Long looked at Mo Tai Heng, who had a gun pressed against his head by his subordinates, and smiled lightly: "I know you can fight, so if I wasn't prepared, why would I come to find you? Considering we were once from the same family 500 years ago, I'll give you three days. You kill Hei Yi for me, and everything I promised earlier still stands. Otherwise..."

  "I'm right here, why don't you just come and kill me?" A cold voice suddenly came from the doorway. The two gunmen who were protecting Mo Canglong had just turned around when their wrists were grabbed by someone. Then there was a crisp cracking sound.

  The pistol fell to the ground, and Han Yu stood opposite Mo Canglong in a black outfit.

  "Black clothes?" Mo Tai's slightly surprised voice caused Mo Canglong's pupils to suddenly shrink.

  "Did you take my father's money just to do this?" Han Yu smiled slightly and kicked the two gunmen in the thigh. Mo Canglong, on hearing that he was the one in black, knew things were not going well. Although he didn't know how Han Yu had appeared, he also knew his plan had been exposed.

  So, he didn't think twice and directly swung his knife at Han Yu. Just as Mo Tai was about to make a move, Mo Canglong also took out his knife in case of an emergency, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be convenient.

  Being one of the eight great war generals of the Crazy Wind Gang, his skills are naturally much stronger than those of ordinary small brothers. This knife is swift and swift, and the timing is grasped at the moment when Han Yu lifts his leg. If it were an ordinary person, he would be afraid that under this knife, he would not die but would be seriously injured.

  Unfortunately, Han Yu was obviously not an ordinary person.

  He slightly shifted his body to dodge the knife, then quickly moved in close to Mo Canglong and grabbed his wrist. He then used his elbow to strike Mo's chest.

  Mo Canglong's face turned pale, and before he could react, his throat was pinched by Han Yu.

  The notorious Eight Great Warriors of the Crazy Wind Gang, who shook the underworld of Tian Shui City, were defeated by Han Yu in just one move and became captives. If this gets out, it's likely that the entire Tian Shui City underworld will be stirred up.

  "You owe me one this time, don't you?" Han Yu glanced at Mo Tai with a slanted eye and said with a light smile.

  Mo Tai Xiang took down the scraper knife from the neck of a Crazy Wind Gang junior and dryly laughed, saying: "How did you end up here?"

  "I came, um, looking for a place to eat. But didn't expect to just happen to hear someone mention my name, so I came over to take a look!"

  Mo Tai furrowed his brow and said in a low voice, "Can this person give me... us an old age?"

  Han Yu didn't say a word, but directly let go of his hand and pushed Mo Canglong towards him. Mo Taiheng didn't say a word either, lifted his leg and kicked Mo Canglong's calf with two feet.

  Two crisp sounds, Mo Canglong's two small legs were kicked off. He let out a miserable cry and could no longer support his body, falling to the ground with a thud, his face paled in pain, and cold sweat kept pouring out of his forehead on this freezing day.

  Mo Tai turned around and sat down beside the table, indicating that he had finished.

  Han Yu looked at him with some surprise, what is a natural underworld character, today he has seen it. At this time, he completely showed the violent performance of holding a knife and chasing more than a dozen small brothers on the street alone.

  "I'm really curious, with your explosive temper, how can you tolerate being a hot pot city all the time?" Han Yu glanced at him and said softly.

  Mo Tai let out two rough breaths, and said in a low voice: "In the past, I was also a hoodlum, and had some reputation in our area. But later I went in, and only came out in my mid-years. After leaving my hometown to come here, I thought that from now on, maybe I could live a few peaceful days, but didn't think..."

  Mo Tai shook his head with a self-deprecating smile.

  Han Yu said in a soft voice: "Once you are on the Tao, you will be for life. Even if you die, your corpse will still be on the Tao. Do you think it's that easy to quit?"

  "Perhaps heaven doesn't want me to be a good person after all." Mo Tai looked up at the roof, let out a sigh.

  "Who says that being mixed up is not a good person?" Han Yu smiled, he knew that Mo Tai's heart was moved, so he took the opportunity to say: "A small thief, if he becomes the best in the world, can also become a god! A person living, always has to follow one's own heart, after all, we have lived long enough to be stifled!"

  "What you said is so right, since I opened this hot pot shop, my life has been miserable. A group of thugs have been bullying me and some self-righteous guys are always trying to get me into trouble! Screw it, today I'll just go along with them, sink or swim, and take down these sons of bitches!"

  Mo Tai slapped the table, spitting and cursing, his rural accent thickening as he spoke. He kicked out at Mo Canglong's chest again.

  Mo Canglong leaned against the wall, humming a tune. Upon hearing this, he couldn't help but let out a pained groan. Outside, his two bodyguards in the car were watching the snowflakes and paid no attention to the painful cry in their earpieces, apparently thinking it was their boss disciplining someone else...

  Han Yu smiled and looked at Mo Tai Xiang, saying in a soft voice: "Since you want to take the plunge, then come to me. Anyway, you still owe me a favor, consider it as repaying that."

  Mo Tai had long thought about what to do if he were to return to the Jianghu. The old boss couldn't be in charge again, his personality and temper weren't suitable for it. So he could only choose one person, and Han Yu was one of the two candidates he had originally considered as the new boss.

  So he sneered and said: "If you can beat me, I'll return this favor to you. But if you're not my match..."

  "In that case, you don't have to repay this favor." Han Yu smiled and replied succinctly.

  Then he made his move.

  A streak of blue light suddenly appeared in his hand, appearing above Mo Tai's head.

  Mo Tai did not expect that he would not rush to deal with the captive, but instead hurriedly called out to himself, let out a strange cry, and hastily flipped over from the table.

  He picked up the two knives on the table and the kitchen knife in his hand was narrower, thicker and longer than ordinary kitchen knives, like a truncated chopping knife, quickly and accurately blocking down Tian Ce in Han Yu's hand.

  The two swords clashed, producing a loud "ding" sound. Han Yu's Tian Ce quickly rose upwards, it was unclear whether it was bounced back or he had deliberately pulled it back. Han Yu wanted to retreat and defend because Mo Tai's left hand held that sharp, pointed bone-picking knife, which had silently stabbed towards his face.

  The two of them began to fight in the cramped private room, a space that was clearly more advantageous for Mo Tai. Han Yu had absolute confidence in his own skills and wouldn't mind this geographical disadvantage.

  However, he soon became somewhat bitter. Although Mo Tai's skills were far inferior to those of Gu Ziwen, the hidden assassin in the dark, he had one advantage.

  Awesome!

  Fierce!

  One and Mo Ta crossed hands, Han Yu suddenly found that he was playing with his life, his eyes were wide open with excitement, and he shouted loudly. You took a knife and cut off his neck. Alas, this guy leaned to the side, gave you his shoulder, and then held up a butcher's knife and stabbed at your body!

  It's as if they're determined to make a hole in you, even if it kills them! Isn't that desperation?

  What was that saying again? The timid fear the foolish, and the foolish fear those who are reckless!

  Han Yu's movements, especially his speed, were much faster than his, but in a short period of time, he was at a loss for what to do with him!

  Chen Jiao held a gun in his hand, monitoring Mo Canglong and his men while staring at Han Yu with some tension.

  On the other side, Mo Canglong quietly gave a signal to several of his subordinates, and the two uninjured younger brothers nodded almost imperceptibly. The two gunmen whose arms had been broken by Han Yu shifted their buttocks, preparing to pounce on Chen Xiang.

  Han Yu's story of scaring the farmer's underling, Da Jiang, to death has already been leaked out by some of the younger brothers. They obviously would rather take a risk than fall into the hands of the terrifying Big Brother Tian...

  Han Yu's knife quickly slashed towards Mo Taiheng's chest, Mo Taiheng's eyes condensed, without thinking, the deboning knife in his hand stabbed upwards, ruthlessly piercing Han Yu's lower abdomen.

  This is also an unavoidable thing, his speed can't keep up with Han Yu at all, so he can only use this almost rogue method. However, he didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did, in a fierce battle, it's not just about speed, strength, and eyesight, but also about courage, momentum, and who is not afraid to die...

  However, he also knew that this was a contest, not a real fight to the death. So he knew that Han Yu would definitely change his move, so his bone-picking knife had already slightly tilted upwards when it was about to touch Han Yu, ready to be withdrawn.

  Just at this moment, Han Yu's knife not only didn't retract, but instead continued to slash forward with a stubborn and cold attitude, showing no mercy.

  Mo Tai's expression changed slightly, and the first thought that came to his mind was that Lao Da had lost control.

  At this time, he can no longer avoid it. At most, it's just like the strategy he adopted earlier, a lose-lose situation!

  Mo Tai's mind flashed with a burst of inspiration, and that sharp knife for scraping bones finally didn't get handed over, but instead fell back into his hands!

  Hmph...

  Blood splattered everywhere, Mo Tai Heng felt that his eyes were filled with a crimson hue...