Chapter 1419 1nd Leader
"Brother, then...what should we do next?" A younger brother shrank his neck and asked in a low voice with trembling hands.
He looked at Zhao Hu timidly, and in his eyes, the fear was like a flooding tide, boundless.
His voice trembled slightly with fear, and his body subconsciously shrank back, as if trying to find a little shelter in this narrow space and avoid Zhao Hu's suppressed anger that was like a volcano about to erupt.
Zhao Hu clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Although he knew that he could not defeat the opponent with his current strength, his desire for revenge was like a surging tide that could not be contained.
He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words:
"Gather the brothers and get ready. We must take back everything we lost!"
The fire of revenge burned in his eyes, as if he wanted to burn everything in front of him to ashes. The veins on his forehead bulged, beating with his inner anger and unwillingness.
But Zhao Hu also knew in his heart that relying on just his own small group of people was too weak and would be like hitting a rock with an egg.
He could only hurried to the main building deep in the base, which was converted from the detention center's office building, to find the person who could turn the tide.
Along the way, strong winds whistled past, blowing up sand and debris on the ground, hitting my face painfully.
When the members of the Youlong Gang saw Zhao Hu's face, which was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it, they all avoided him as if he were the god of plague.
In the Youlong Gang, where martial arts are respected and the strong are supreme, Zhao Hu occupies a pivotal position in the gang with his strong strength and ruthless methods.
Ordinary gang members usually treat him with awe and dare not provoke him easily.
Because they know very well that in this gang world full of cruel competition and jungle law, strength is everything and the dignity of the strong cannot be offended.
Those minions at the lowest level were so frightened that they were silent, as if they were cast under a spell. Some of them didn't even dare to breathe, and their bodies were shaking uncontrollably.
They hurriedly and hastily hid in the next room, and like frightened hares, they pressed their bodies tightly against the door, their hearts beating wildly in their chests as if they were about to burst through their chests.
Only when the sound of Zhao Hu's footsteps gradually faded away did they dare to carefully and quietly stick their heads out, their eyes still looking around, their eyes full of fear and vigilance, for fear that Zhao Hu would return and bring them unnecessary disaster.
As he stepped into the luxurious room on the top floor of the main building, Zhao Hu saw the leader of the Youlong Gang—Li Zhentian.
Inside the house, the lights were dim and swaying like a candle in the wind, as if they would be mercilessly swallowed up by the darkness in the next moment, dragging everything in this space into endless gloom.
Behind the large long table sat a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties.
He was slumped in the huge leather sofa, looking like a pile of rotten meat emitting a pungent stench.
That face looked as if it had been randomly kneaded from low-quality dough, with layers of loose flesh piled up one after another, and the flesh spreading all over the face, giving off a disgusting greasy luster, as if he was showing off his decadent life of dissoluteness and extravagance to the whole world.
A mouthful of crooked, yellow teeth were crowded in his mouth, with uncleaned food residues stuck between the teeth, just like a stinking ditch that had not been cleaned for a long time. Every time he opened his mouth to speak, a pungent smell came to his face.
His belly was as big as that of a pregnant woman about to give birth, filling up his originally loose shirt. The buttons were dangling under the pull of the fabric, as if they would be ejected like a cannonball in the next second.
Around him, several scantily clad women were like frightened ants, trapped in this devil's lair, struggling to survive.
They tried their best to suppress the disgust and fear that surged in their hearts, and cautiously poured wine and handed him cigarettes.
The skinny arms were like candles trembling in the biting cold wind, and the wine in the cup was swaying and jumping violently, almost spilling.
The fingers holding the cigarette looked pale and weak, like a fragile and easily broken dead branch.
The action of handing over the cigarette was slow and cautious, for fear of inadvertently triggering the brutality hidden in the heart of this "evil beast" and thus bringing disaster upon himself.
And this extremely ugly and greasy looking man was Li Zhentian.
Li Zhentian was once just an inconspicuous and unknown gang leader in T City.
He is ruthless and cruel in his dealings with others, his methods are extremely brutal, and his hands are stained with countless crimes.
It was precisely because he was guilty of many serious crimes that he was thrown into a detention center, where he silently awaited severe punishment from the law within those high walls.
However, the gears of fate began to turn wildly at the beginning of the apocalypse.
When the end of the world comes, Li Zhentian unexpectedly obtains the dual powers of wind and thunder.
This sudden powerful force was like giving him a pair of wings that allowed him to soar into the sky.
Coupled with the innate ruthlessness that runs deep in his bones, he is able to thrive in the chaotic situation of the end times.
Not only that, relying on the network of personal connections that he had carefully built and painstakingly maintained in prison for many years, he quickly integrated resources from all sides, took control of the situation with swift and resolute action, and successfully climbed to the top to become the supreme ruler of this small base, thus opening the chapter of his ambitions in the end times.
At this moment, Zhao Hu had completely lost his former majesty and looked like a completely defeated stray dog.
His head was bowed deeply, his shoulders slumped weakly, his hair was disheveled like grass, his clothes were disheveled and covered with dust and stains, and the arrogance he had in the past had long since disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.
Seeing Zhao Hu's miserable and embarrassed appearance, Li Zhentian's brows were instantly twisted into a knot, and the flesh on his face twitched violently a few times.
His eyes, as deep and cold as a cold pond, were like two sharp blades gleaming with cold light, stabbing at Zhao Hu viciously, as if he wanted to dissect his soul to see how he had brought himself to this state.
"You useless bastard, how come you are in such a state after going out, and you still have the nerve to come back to see me?"
Li Zhentian slammed the table hard, and the sound echoed in the room like thunder. Then he picked up an empty wine bottle and threw it at Zhao Hu with a ferocious face.
The wine bottle whizzed through the air, and the sharp sound of breaking wind seemed like the roar of the god of death, rushing straight towards Zhao Hu.
Zhao Hu was so frightened that he didn't even dare to dodge. He could only watch the wine bottle hit him like a cannonball.
There was a muffled sound.
The bottle hit him on the forehead with precision.
Blood immediately gushed out like a fountain, flowing down his dirty and sweaty cheeks.
Some of it dripped onto the ground, splashing tiny drops of blood, while the other part seeped into his already filthy collar.
