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Chicken sighed and said, "Sigh, Shawn, the whole Clearview District is Tiger Mafia territory. Breaking away from them is easier said than done! Uh—let's not talk about that now, this isn't the time. After you taught Ma Long and his boys a lesson the other day, they went and told their boss Scarface Ma. Scarface Ma is furious and swore you'd pay the price. Right now, Scarface Ma and Ma Long, plus a bunch of Tiger Mafia thugs, are heading to your place, armed to the teeth! You—you need to get your family out of here, fast! If they catch you, you're done for! I risked being branded a cripple just to warn you! You guys better run—"
"Huh? Those guys are that cocky?! Hmph, I was just thinking about how to pick a fight with the Tiger Mafia, but look at that—they’re coming right to my door. Saves me a ton of trouble!" Shawn Young sneered.
Chicken shook his head. "Ah! Shawn, I know you’ve picked up some moves and you’re pretty good, but these guys are bringing dozens of fighters. They’re the toughest in the Tiger Mafia, and a bunch of them are complete lunatics! Especially Scarface Ma—he’s their top enforcer, not just an ex-soldier but also a provincial Sanda champion. The guy’s got serious skills! And they’re all armed! No matter how tough you are, two fists can’t beat four hands, and even a tiger can’t handle a pack of wolves! Don’t be a hero—just get out of here while you can!"
Shawn grinned, "Provincial Sanda champion? Not bad! Just the chance I needed to test myself. Let's see if Scarface Ma really deserves his title. Heh heh—" His eyes burned with excitement.
Chicken was dumbfounded—he hadn’t expected Shawn to be so calm. He could only turn to Linda Young, who was rushing over in a panic, and said, "Auntie Linda, you—you have to talk some sense into Shawn! He’s pissed off the Tiger Mafia, and now there are dozens of them heading here, armed! You know how dangerous those Tiger Mafia guys are—they’re almost here!"
"What?! Tiger Mafia! Oh my god, how did my little Shawn get mixed up with these troublemakers? How could this happen?!" Linda Young was so shocked she almost collapsed, her legs turning to jelly as panic overwhelmed her.
Chicken was sweating bullets. "Auntie Linda, there’s no time to explain—just get out of here! Staying alive comes first. Come on, I snuck out just to warn you—"
Just as he finished speaking, a familiar male voice thundered from outside: "You double-crossing Chicken! I knew you’d rat us out! I chased you all the way up here, and damn, I was right—hmph! Today, Scarface Ma and I are gonna take care of the whole Young family, and then use you for some punching practice!"
Chicken heard this and immediately started shaking. He turned to see Scarface Ma looming behind him, his scarred face twisted, a long watermelon knife tucked at his waist, eyes cold and murderous. Without thinking, Chicken darted over and dropped to his knees, clutching Scarface Ma’s pant leg and begging, "Scarface Ma, please, have mercy! Just give me a little leeway, pretend this never happened! You know if the rest of the Tiger Mafia gets here, the Young family is doomed! Please, I’m begging you—"
"Get lost! I want the Young family ruined! Damn it!" Scarface Ma’s eyes flashed with viciousness. He kicked Chicken hard in the chest, sending him rolling twice across the ground. Chicken gasped for breath, struggling but unable to get up.
Shawn Young came out, striding over to Chicken and helping him up. He asked with concern, "Chicken, are you okay?"
Chicken winced in pain but shook his head. "I—I’m fine, bro. I did my best. You—you and your family need to run, now! If you don’t go, you won’t get another chance!"
"Chicken, listen—if we’re still brothers, then if Scarface Ma dares to hit you in front of me, I’ll make him wish he was dead!" Shawn said, propping Chicken against the doorframe. Then he strode straight toward Scarface Ma, eyes cold and sharp.
Scarface Ma’s face changed instantly. He’d been humiliated by Shawn before—after fleeing in disgrace, he got chewed out by his boss Scarface Ma and became a laughingstock in the gang. That’s why he hated Shawn so much. As Shawn walked up, Scarface Ma quickly drew his long watermelon knife from his waist, the blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
"Hmph—punk, you’re dead today! You dare come at me, I’ll chop you into eighteen pieces!" Scarface Ma roared, gripping his watermelon knife, suddenly feeling a surge of courage.
"Really? You think you can do that with that lousy knife and your sorry face?" Shawn stood firm, mercilessly mocking him.
"Screw you! Let’s see how cocky you are when I make you bleed!" Scarface Ma howled, raising his watermelon knife and charging at Shawn.
Bang! With a dull thud, Scarface Ma saw a blur—before he could figure out what happened, his chest felt like it’d been hit by a truck. He didn’t even have time to feel the pain before his body seemed to fly through the air, his watermelon knife spinning out of his hand and clattering to the ground.
Shawn sneered, picked up the knife from the floor, and with a flick of his wrist—whoosh—the knife flew out and pinned Scarface Ma’s right thigh. Pain exploded through Scarface Ma’s leg, and in a daze, he saw the knife sticking out of his thigh, blood pouring from the wound. He grabbed his leg and screamed, "Aaaah—Mommy!!"
"Ah! Shawn, are you okay? Oh my god! You did that to him? The mafia will never let our family go now! We’re doomed—doomed! We have to get out of here!" Linda Young rushed over, checked Shawn for injuries, then panicked.
"Heh heh—not a chance. We’ve got you surrounded. None of you are getting out!" boomed a rough voice. A crowd of burly men in camo shirts and rolled-up sleeves, brandishing steel pipes and machetes, closed in. Leading them was a huge, dark-complexioned thug in a tight black vest and red-black shorts, his buzz cut and menacing look making him look like a human fortress as he strode toward Shawn.