Chapter 25: Is He Not Afraid of Death?
The car stopped in a run-down villa area, waiting for the five gangsters to arrive. Each of them held a watermelon knife, waiting. Only then did Erick push the door and get out of the car.
Before Henry got out of the car, he glanced at Henry and pushed the door open as well.
Facing his own five or six people, all of them holding watermelon knives, Henry appeared surprisingly calm and composed, somewhat beyond Erick's expectations.
In his view, Henry had potential and given time, he could likely become a gang leader.
Unfortunately, he had provoked Erick, who was much younger and seemingly inexperienced. It was necessary to teach him a lesson today.
Henry was Charles' right-hand man and didn't need to personally handle everything like Sean.
He stood by the car door, lit a cigarette, as if the upcoming events had nothing to do with him.
With Henry present, Erick felt emboldened.
He stood with his hands behind his back, looking around the villa area's entrance, then turned back and casually waved at Henry.
"Come over here!"
One of the gangsters patted Henry's shoulder with the back of the watermelon knife.
Henry glanced at the gangster and then turned to walk towards Erick.
The five gangsters quickly followed, while Henry, cigarette in mouth, strolled behind.
"Look, what a beautiful villa area! Many people pursue poetry and the distant, not realizing that the most beautiful scenery is right beside us."
When Henry came closer, Erick suddenly became poetic, gazing at the villas with emotion.
Henry watched him without a word.
Erick continued, "Unfortunately, such beautiful urban villas are left unfinished. And even more unfortunate, there are no surveillance cameras here, not even on the way in. If someone were to be killed or buried alive here, no one would know."
Henry remained silent, watching him.
Erick pointed to a round pit ahead and said, "This place was supposed to be a fountain. It would be quite auspicious if someone were buried alive here. What do you think, kid?"
"Not bad!" Henry replied coldly.
"Do you see a pile of dog shit in that pit?" Erick asked with a smile.
Without even looking, Henry said, "Yes."
Erick smiled and said, "Crawl over there like a dog. As long as you swallow that shit, our business will be settled. Otherwise, you'll have to thank me for finding you a piece of feng shui treasure."
Henry asked expressionlessly, "You mean, crawl over like a dog and swallow that shit?"
Erick nodded and said, "Do you see the ditch next to it? If you can't swallow it dry, you can crawl over and have a drink."
Henry suddenly laughed, "That's not a bad idea!"
The five gangsters looked at each other in confusion. Is this guy crazy?
Henry immediately dropped the cigarette from his mouth.
Perhaps only he realized that Henry was about to make a move!
Sure enough, Henry grabbed Erick's collar and performed a back throw.
Erick's body flew out with a "whoosh" and landed face-first in the dog shit.
Damn, is this guy insane?
There are so many of us here, and he actually dares to make a move?
Is he seeking death?
Without waiting for Henry's command, the five gangsters swung their gleaming watermelon knives directly at Henry's head!
After his previous loss, Erick had already called Charles while in the car, asking him to bring people to the bar to wait for Henry.
Later, he received a call from Jason, learned Andrew's address, and called Charles again, asking him to come over immediately.
He couldn't swallow this anger!
Charles was in the neighboring county at the time and couldn't come back immediately, so he called Henry and asked him to bring a few brothers.
Charles was one of the top gang leaders in Harbor Springs, and Henry was known for his skills. He was the most capable under Charles.
In Harbor Springs, anyone who knew Charles would know Henry.
It was said that the one who hit Erick was just a country bumpkin, and Henry brought five brothers who were with him at the time.
Seeing Henry just now was a bit unexpected. He didn't expect that Henry would make the first move after arriving here.
The five brothers rushed forward, but it was not Henry who ended up screaming in pain.
In the chaos, some of the five brothers stumbled, some crawled, all ending up in the pit with Erick, howling in agony.
Impressive!
Henry's speed and agility were beyond expectations. He realized he had encountered a formidable opponent!
Henry instinctively reached for his waist, but then remembered he had left his gun behind in his haste to leave, especially after hearing it was just a country bumpkin.
He felt he was no match, but he couldn't abandon his brothers.
Henry charged forward, shouting loudly. It was both to boost his own morale and to intimidate Henry with his momentum.
Meeting head-on with a fierce tiger, the unflinching Henry exuded a certain aura, his face expressionless.
Compared to the fierce Henry, the calm and collected Henry seemed more like a cobra ready to strike.
Seemingly silent and unassuming, but Henry already felt the danger and fear.
Once the bow is drawn, the arrow cannot be turned back!
With a scream, the pouncing Henry was flung into the pit by Henry, sustaining the most severe injuries.
Because he was the leader!
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