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As Big D moved forward, a large number of thugs who had gotten off their cars and were waiting by the side of the car merged into the crowd. If viewed from above, a huge line of people could be seen spreading forward along the line of parked cars.

At the very front of the line of cars, a figure was wielding two short sticks, pushing the thugs at the very front back. Dozens of bodies lay sprawled behind the figure.

When Big D finally made his way through the crowd to the front, even his usually sinister and fierce eyes couldn't help but show an expression of disbelief.

A lean man wearing a baseball cap, a face mask, and a black tight-fitting T-shirt was seen wielding two short sticks. As the sticks flew, he deflected the machetes in the hands of the four or five people attacking him, followed by several "bang bang bang..." sounds.

All that could be seen were the few attackers falling to the ground with cries of agony, forming a pattern with the dozens of figures lying on the ground behind the man. Cries of agony and groans rose and fell, and machetes and steel pipes were scattered all over the ground.

"Oh, Big D!" The man in the baseball cap glanced at Big D, who was standing at the front of the crowd, twirled his two sticks, draped one over his shoulder, and pointed the other at Big D. "Want to talk?"

Seeing the forty or fifty figures fall before him, Big D couldn't help but swallow hard, then a surge of anger welled up within him. "Screw you! Get him! Kill him!"

Cao Tai spread out his two sticks, and when he saw Big D roar out, his tonsils trembled violently. His underlings behind him shouted and overcame their fear to step forward.

Unfortunately, the two lanes were mostly blocked by a van, leaving only enough space for three or four people to sit side by side. Any more than that and it would be difficult to move around, so facing him head-on, Cao Tai felt almost no pressure.

As the first machete came down, Cao Tai dodged slightly, the blade slicing close to his body. The thug, momentarily losing control of his steps, rushed forward, only to be stopped by a stick.

With a "pop," his open mouth instantly shut, but his chin was slammed shut. Besides the excruciating pain, his head was also spinning. He staggered forward two or three steps before collapsing to the ground with a "thud."

While dodging the machete's slash and striking the knife-wielder's chin with the tip of his stick, Cao Tai's other short stick was also busy. He quickly drew a small circle in the air and struck another thug's wrist. The excruciating pain, as if his bones were cracking, made him instantly release his grip on the machete. Then, a stick swept across his temple.

With a "bong," the thug's eyes went blank for a moment, his whole body crashed into the van next to him, and then he slowly slid down, falling asleep peacefully without making a sound.

The third thug, who was walking alongside his two companions, quickly followed in their footsteps. In a flash, his arm holding the steel pipe was pushed aside. Just as he was relieved that the weapon hadn't fallen from his hand, a steel elbow slammed into his chest.

With a "crack" and the sound of a bone breaking, a muscular forearm slammed into his face like a steel whip. Amidst the deafening clanging and clattering in his head, which resembled a grand water and land ceremony, he flew backward, his feet leaving the ground by thirty or forty centimeters. He crashed into two or three people before being stopped by the people who continued to surge up from behind.

Although she was as soft as a noodle, she was surrounded by people on all sides, making it impossible to lie down and sleep peacefully like a baby.

All that talk actually took only a second or two.

The thugs in front slowed down in fear when they saw how ruthless Cao Tai was, but the ever-flowing crowd behind them still pushed the people at the front forward.

Since Big D hasn't thought about having a proper talk with Mr. Cao yet, Mr. Cao decided to first subdue him before finding time to have a proper chat with him.

Big D backed away while pushing his henchmen forward, as the crowd blocked their view of what was happening ahead.

But Big D could still hear his underlings' cries and wails, and occasionally he could see knives or steel pipes being lifted into the air, gleaming eerily in the bright moonlight of the Ghost Festival.

Because the road was so congested, many thugs either climbed over the opposite lane to move forward quickly, or climbed over the guardrail to move forward from the sidewalk.

Soon, thugs from both sides surrounded him from behind. Some tried to stick their knives at Cao Tai from the sidewalk through the railings, while one thug even climbed onto the roof of the bread cart and pounced down to try and knock Cao Tai down.

Unfortunately, Mr. Cao was a cut above the rest. With a quick high kick, he stomped on the chest of the thug who was flying, turning his downward lunge into an upward leap, which carried him over the bread cart and caused him to fall into the opposite lane.

Fortunately, there were hardly any vehicles on Cha Kwo Ling Road at night, so the thug lying across the lane and howling in pain was temporarily safe from being run over by oncoming cars.

Uncle De's Qin family Vajra Mace technique was indeed very useful, especially in group fights. Cao Tai didn't even have time to count how many people he had knocked down with his double maces.

All I remember is that the two short sticks I brought from the martial arts school's white waxwood poles had already broken and shattered, so I grabbed two thick steel pipes and continued to swing them.

In the end, even the steel pipes were bent and replaced twice. The leather gloves on both hands were soaked in blood, and the steel pipes felt slippery when gripped.

He grabbed a thug by the side of his face with one hand and slammed him against the van window.

With a "bang," his head smashed through the glass, then jammed against the car window, preventing his body from sliding out. Meanwhile, Cao Tai twisted his body, took a step, and delivered a flying knee strike to the chest and abdomen of another thug.

With a "bang," the thug flew backward, smashing the metal railing between the sidewalk and the driveway, creating a large dent that covered half of the sidewalk.

The thug sat with his legs spread apart, leaning against the rickety railing. His head and hands drooped down, and blood vessels could be seen hanging down from his drooping head.

At this moment, no one dared to stand within a four or five meter radius of Cao Tai. Behind him, nearly a hundred meters were filled with people lying down, their groans echoing from time to time. Some bodies were wriggling, seemingly trying to stand up.

The crowd a few meters ahead were almost all looking at the man in the baseball cap and mask with fear on their faces. Although he was holding a machete or something, his palms were sweaty and the weapon in his hand was trembling unnaturally.

Through the crowd, Big D saw the masked man, who looked like a demon, suddenly point a finger at him. "Big D, you were so rude this time! Remember to be more humble next time I talk to you. Fighting is bad!"

Finally, seeing the masked man raise a finger and shake it, a surge of anger welled up inside Big D. Suppressing his fear, he reached for his lower back.

"Rude? Be humble? You fucking be humble." Big D pulled out a short gun, raised it, and aimed it at the masked man more than 10 meters away. His confidence returned instantly.

"Suck, suck, suck..." The masked man made a sound like he was teasing a puppy, spreading his hands. "In a fight, a whole bunch of you can't beat me! Playing with guns? Are you at a kindergarten level?!"

The sarcasm in his tone was absolutely palpable.

"I'll show you what I'm capable of today!" Big D's eyes flashed with ferocity. He quickly pulled the slide, snapped off the hammer, and then put his index finger on the trigger.