Chapter Twelve: All Roads Lead to Death

  Hisis's shout made Kang Xiaoang's murderous intention come alive, "KNMD, you're really annoying!"

  Although he talks big, his legs can't keep up with that many people. Everyone in the internet cafe knows he's Kang Xiaokang, and although some of them ran away, there are still quite a few loyal followers of Hei San left. Even if some of them went to put out fires, the remaining ones would be enough to stop a half-grown kid like him.

  Kang Xiaolong is now like a trapped beast, the more he struggles, the more it can stimulate people's potential. Kang Xiaolong also knows that when he really encounters himself, apart from scolding his mother, what else can he expect him to say "Amitabha"? Not "fuck your mother" is already the greatest kindness.

  "Kid, you're quite bold, daring to come and burn our place." The speaker was Kang Huan, a high-ranking member of Hei San's organization, known as "Spectacled Snake", whose real name had been unknown for ten years. Wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, he looked refined, but his hands were even blacker than Hei San's, and he was a strategist-type character.

  Kang Xiaolong knew that running was no longer an option, and he would die either way. His "militaristic ideology" began to take hold again, "Damn it, I'll drag a few scapegoats down with me!"

  "'Spectacled snake'? You should have been just a worm when I was breeding, don't TMD show off your seniority in front of me, let Hei San come out, isn't he looking for me?"

  Hisense cursed and said: "You're just a useless thing, you're not even worthy of my father's appearance, forget about him, putting out the fire is more important!"

  A dozen burly men, after receiving a nod from "Spectacled Snake", slowly approached Kang Xiaogang. Although their opponent was just a half-grown kid, ever since witnessing him take down seafood at No. 13 Middle School, Hei San had given a death order that no one was allowed to underestimate this guy. "Spectacled Snake" never questioned Hei San's words, so these dozen or so men who had been fighting alongside him didn't dare to be the slightest bit slack.

  Almost everyone who was online had escaped, leaving behind twenty or thirty people from the Black Three Guild. Except for a dozen or so surrounding Kang Huan An, the rest went to put out the fire. This time, Kang Huan An didn't make the same mistake as last time. The fire burned particularly smoothly, illuminating Kang Huan An's face with a bright red glow. "Damn it, being able to burn down such a large shop is worth dying for!"

  With a loud laugh, Kang Xiao Ang took the lead and pulled out a one-foot-two-inch long mountain knife from behind his back. He stabbed the middle-aged man closest to him with the knife. This was also what his boss had taught him: when fighting in a group, never stand directly in front of your opponent, because it's a desperate fight, so the opponent will definitely have a "kill one get one free" mentality and fight desperately. At this time, the person who rushes forward is usually the most unlucky, even if you can beat him normally, but once he becomes desperate, another person won't be his match. If someone still rushes forward at this time, there are only two kinds of people: one is confident in himself and thinks he can solve the problem; the other is a fool who will definitely be treated as a small Kiss and solved by the opponent.

  The middle-aged man, who was also aware of the situation, quietly cursed his bad luck and drew out the object in his hand to clash with Kang Xiaokang. His object was an ordinary fruit knife, while Kang Xiaokang's was a genuine mountain-opening cleaver used for chopping people. With Kang Xiaokang being reckless, at the first exchange, the middle-aged man's fruit knife was chopped off, and then another chop landed on his forearm, followed by a kick that sent him tumbling to the ground.

  Another hoodlum, seeing the situation, immediately smashed his baseball bat over, Kang Xiaohuang saw that dodging was no longer possible, and rolled over with a donkey kick, knocking down a row of chairs and getting up to run.

  "Sly little brat, kill him!" "Glasses Snake" saw that it was just a brief encounter, yet his side had already suffered one casualty, and he gave the order with a vicious tone.

  Kang Xiao Ang, although he didn't succeed in his escape, managed to injure one person with a single move, undoubtedly giving him even more confidence. "The Black Three's team is nothing but this! It seems that you guys have indeed grown old!" He taunted without restraint, and for over a decade, aside from the dead, Kang Xiao Ang was the only one who dared to do so.

  But in their eyes, Kang Hyun-joon was already a dead man. There was no reason for him to be alive and get out of there.

  The fire had burned more and more fiercely, Kang Aokang himself brought three bottles of gasoline, plus the two bottles on Xiao Huangmao's body, under the five bottles of gasoline, if this fire still couldn't be lit, that would be a strange thing.

  "Hurry up and do it, someone might have already called the police." The "Spectacled Snake" glanced at the time. If they had called when the fire started, the nearest police would arrive in about five minutes. By then, things would be out of their control.

  Upon hearing "Glasses Snake"'s words, everyone gripped their tools tightly and surrounded Kang Xiang together.

  "Boom!"

  A muffled crash of the door, followed by a burst of curses. "Bastard, who dares to come and burn down my shop? Haixin, how are you watching the store? Where's 'Glasses Snake'? Son of a bitch!"

  "This voice is Hei San's, and indeed, Hei San emerged from the hidden door next to the bathroom. Originally, that place was piled up with miscellaneous items, Kang Xiang had planned to burn the bathroom, but ended up smashing it instead. The miscellaneous items were piled high, and the fire burned fiercely, filling the air with thick smoke. Hei San inside knew something was happening outside. But he didn't expect that his store would be set on fire twice within two days. 'Damn it, screw you, I haven't been out mixing for so long, I'm probably forgotten what kind of person I am!'"

  Hei San cursed as he emerged, seeing the tense scene before him, and laughed, "Youngster, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

  Kang Ao Ang didn't turn his head, but he knew who was coming out. He curled up his lips and said: "Hei San, ten years ago you were quite capable, but now I can still burn down your shop. Last time it was just your good luck that it didn't get burned to the ground, this time your internet cafe is definitely going to be shut down!"

  "Xiao B, was it you again last time?"

  "What do you think?"

  "Don't TMD rescue him," Hei San waved his hand, "Kill this kid, and I won't have any more fires!"

  Everyone saw the big boss get angry, these people have no choice but to be ruthless. One by one, they shouted and surrounded Kang Ao Xiang. However, those old-timers who had experienced Kang Ao Xiang's ruthlessness before were just pretending. Kang Ao Xiang was right about one thing - this is not ten years ago! Ten years ago, these people were in their prime, hot-blooded, and would immediately take up arms with a little provocation. They were fierce and bloodthirsty. But now it's different, ten years of comfortable living have made their knives mere decorations, only able to peel apples or chop watermelon. Killing people is a distant memory.

  Hei San knew that if they relied solely on these guys, it would definitely not work. He snatched a watermelon knife and shouted, "MBD, everyone retreat! I'll personally chop this little turtle myself and let you dogs see the spectacle. MD, have your hands grown useless or what? Can't even cut people - what's the point of me feeding you guys? Are you here to shoot cannons?"