Chapter 158: The Dong Family of the West District

"Yuehen, let's go." Outside the grand hall, looking at Yuehen who was still waiting, Zhang Xiaofan said softly.

Yuehen nodded, and then followed Zhang Xiaofan, led by the white-robed figure, to leave the area.

After Zhang Xiaofan left, Xiao Ruoli looked at the mural again, muttering to herself, "A righteous aura, like a true dragon..."

Guided by the white figure, they did not return by the same path, but continued to ascend. Even though they were deep in the void, they could still feel solid ground beneath their feet.

"Three steps and you will leave." The deep voice of the white figure echoed.

Zhang Xiaofan had no interest in dealing with this eccentric person. He pulled Yuehen and took three steps upward, and suddenly the scenery of the lake before his eyes transformed dramatically, appearing right at the spot where he had parked his car earlier.

One had to admit, this truly felt like performing magic.

Zhang Xiaofan had no idea that this was the infinite wonder of the Five Elements Art of Evasion.

"Brother Fan, the Dragon Soul is truly so powerful..."

Once they came out, Yuehen finally revealed her shock. The pressure emanating from each of the people who had just emerged from the Asking Heaven Hall was enough to make it hard for him to breathe.

"Indeed, beyond the mountains there are higher mountains, and beyond people there are greater people. Even for me, after entering the Dragon Soul, I felt that my own strength was far too low. However, this should only further ignite our desire to grow stronger. Yue'er, you must be the same; you must always maintain a heart striving for strength," Zhang Xiaofan said earnestly.

"Mm, Yue'er will remember it." Yuehen nodded gently. The iceberg beauty Yuehen had gradually lost that cold aloofness in front of Zhang Xiaofan; instead, she was slowly and completely won over by him.

"Huh?"

At that very moment, Zhang Xiaofan's phone rang. Picking it up to take a look, he saw it was a call from Baozi.

Since Baozi was calling him, something must have happened.

"Boss, you need to come quickly! The Dong family from the Western District is causing trouble, and they even brought a few martial cultivators. We are no match for them at all." As soon as he answered the phone, he heard Baozi's anxious voice.

"I'll be right there. Don't act rashly; wait until I arrive before doing anything," Zhang Xiaofan said in a deep voice. As expected, taking charge of the Northern District was not so easy. Even after dealing with the Feng family, there were still other overlords in the capital. Such a juicy piece of fat meat would naturally make people greedy.

"Yue'er, let's go."

Zhang Xiaofan told Yuehen, and then hopped into the Hummer. Yuehen followed closely behind. Once they drove out to the ground level, he immediately stepped hard on the accelerator, racing furiously toward the red dot on the navigation map.

Moon-Watching Street, located at the border between the Northern and Western Districts, was not a very prosperous street, but it generated a lot of lucrative revenue.

When Baozi led his men to take over the street, they were intercepted and blocked by the Dong family from the Western District.

At this moment, looking out as far as the eye could see, a dense crowd of several hundred people stood there bare-chested. Every single one of them had tattoos on their arms, and all bore the emblem of a wolf's head.

Dong Lang, the head of the Dong family in the Western District, worshiped the totem of the wolf clan, and actually had all his subordinates in the Western District tattooed with a wolf's head. One had to admit, it was quite a unique spectacle.

Moreover, the Dong family's intrinsic strength was greater than that of the Feng family. Because the Feng family previously had a powerful backer like the Qin family, the Dong family had kept a relatively low profile.

However, now that the Northern District had changed hands, the Western District's Dong family naturally could not hold back any longer. Taking advantage of the moment Baozi and his men were taking over Moon-Watching Street, they brought people over and deliberately manufactured an excuse to start trouble.

"Yo, still making phone calls to summon backup? Looks like you're not convinced, huh? Originally, taking just one street from you would have been enough, but now you've angered me. Therefore, you'll have to cough up three more streets as compensation..."

The speaker was a muscular man in his thirties, about 1.9 meters tall, with huge eyes that were so large they looked somewhat ferocious and terrifying.

"Dong Hua, what kind of a hammer are you acting arrogant for? Once my Brother Fan arrives, he'll beat the shit right out of you." Looking at the man named Dong Hua, Baozi's face showed not a shred of fear.

"I have to admit, you really are arrogant. You used to be nothing more than a puny punk surviving in the cracks, but who would have thought you'd become a boss and grow such a big gallbladder now? Do you believe me when I say I'll beat the shit out of you right now?" Dong Hua said coldly.

"You? If it weren't for those three experts, three of you wouldn't even be a match for me, trash."

Baozi looked at him with utter disdain, and said coldly, "Besides, as long as my Brother Fan comes, those three 'experts' of yours will also be vulnerable to a single blow. I advise you to scram right now. My Brother Fan is not as easygoing as I am; if he gets angry, the consequences will be severe..."

"Haha..."

Dong Hua couldn't help laughing out loud. "Those three experts of mine from the Dong family are all ancient martial arts masters. Would that damned Brother Fan of yours be a match for them? Stop trying to make me laugh my head off, damn it. I really want to see what kind of lousy backup you've called over."

At Dong Hua's words, Baozi merely smiled, thinking to himself that this Dong Hua was truly all brawn and no brain, easily provoked by such a simple taunt.

If they were to fight them right now, his side would undoubtedly struggle to hold their ground, and he himself might very well end up meeting his end here.

"Well then, just wait and see. Once Brother Fan arrives, you blockhead will definitely regret this."

Baozi casually pulled a soft pack of Da Qianmen cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, and lit it. There was no help for it; even though he was a boss now, he still harbored a special fondness for these Da Qianmen.

Seeing Baozi still putting on airs of arrogance and pretension right in front of him, rage appeared on Dong Hua's face. He desperately wanted to strike, but having just declared that he would wait for the so-called Brother Fan to arrive, if he made a move now, wouldn't he be slapping his own face?

Seeing Baozi blowing rings of smoke into the air, Dong Hua also reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of soft Zhonghua cigarettes. Glancing at the cheap Da Qianmen in Baozi's hand, he smiled contemptuously. "You really are a country bumpkin. Here, want a soft Zhonghua? Consider it a reward from your big brother."

"Heh, you'd better keep it for yourself. Don't you know that different people have different tastes?" Baozi replied with a faint smile.

Dong Hua just sneered, lit one for himself, blew out a ring of smoke, and deliberately puffed it right into Baozi's face.

Looking at Dong Hua, who was acting like an absolute moron, Baozi truly couldn't understand why the Dong family would send such an idiot, and why he happened to be the one leading this group of people.

Still, this was fine too; it gave him just enough time to wait for Brother Fan to arrive.

"Young Master, it's best to resolve this quickly. I heard that person is very powerful."

At that moment, a man in his forties behind Dong Hua walked over and reminded him in a soft voice.

This person was precisely one of the three martial cultivators, named Wu Jun, possessing the strength of the early stage of the Qi-Opening Realm. It had to be said that for a Western District Dong family to have a martial cultivator of such strength was indeed quite a rare feat.

"But I've already spoken those words. If I make a move right now, wouldn't that be slapping my own face? Slapping the Dong family's face? Besides, even if that guy is strong, won't we just take this street back later anyway?"

Clearly, Dong Hua held a certain degree of respect for Wu Jun.

He continued, "Besides, with three senior masters holding down the fort and so many of us here, what is there to be afraid of?"

Baozi smiled, acknowledging to himself that what Dong Hua said actually made some sense—maybe he wasn't completely brainless after all...

A cigarette was smoked down to the filter, and four or five minutes had already passed. The Dong family's underlings were getting bored, but since the boss had given the word, they had no choice but to wait. They pulled out their cigarettes, lit them, and began chatting in small groups of three or five.

Time ticked away second by second. When Dong Hua flicked away his third cigarette butt, he finally spoke up.

"Kid, you aren't playing me for a fool, are you? Why hasn't he shown up after so long?" Dong Hua looked at Baozi with an expression of anger, speaking coldly.

"Tell me, are you an idiot? Don't you know about traffic jams in the capital? It's only been a quarter of an hour, how could he possibly rush here already? Do you think he's flying a plane?" Baozi smiled faintly, completely unperturbed. To tell the truth, he carried a faint air of Zhang Xiaofan's demeanor.

"You..."

Dong Hua flew into a rage. This fellow was actually calling him an idiot, and he seemed to be running out of patience, his head getting hazy from too much smoking.

Dong Hua was just about to make a move when, at that very instant, the roaring sound of a heavy engine echoed through the air, deafeningly loud.

What the hell, was an F1 racing car arriving or something? But scanning the surroundings, he didn't see any.

Only then did they spot the shadow of a black vehicle racing wildly down the end of the street, transforming in the blink of an eye into a Hummer.

The Hummer charged forward like a bolt of black lightning, causing the crowd on the outer edges to scatter in immediate panic.

"Screeech—"

A harsh screech of friction rang out as the speeding Hummer stopped dead right in the middle of the crowd, its tires kicking up plumes of smoke from the pavement.

Seeing the black Hummer, Baozi immediately smiled. "Little moron, my Brother Fan is here. Pray for your own luck now."

"Who the hell are you calling a moron?" Dong Hua asked, filled with fury.

"Whoever is talking to me is the moron. Why are you being such a giant moron, damn it?" Baozi laughed.