Break His Arm

Albion glanced up at the few burly men surrounding him and asked, "You guys are from the Chen Gang?"

"Who's asking?"

A burly man took a step forward and crossed his arms intimidatingly at Albion.

Nevertheless, such actions could only be seen as a joke to Albion, who was many times stronger than ordinary thugs.

"Your new boss," Albion stated with a big grin.

The burly thugs had more or less admitted they were all from the Chen Gang with their actions, and Albion had also confirmed from their earlier statement.

He did expect to hit the jackpot on the first stop. He guessed it was true that all nightclubs were popular hangouts for people from the underworld.

At the same, Albion's words immediately angered the three burly thugs. One of them snarled, "You're asking for death!"

The burly thug tried to grab Albion with his hands, but it was immediately caught by one of Albion's own hands.

"F*ck him up, Jack!"

"Show him who's boss!"

The other two burly thugs cheered on the side.

There was no need for all of them to make a move to take care of one scrawny kid. However, the person called Jack began making a constipated look with veins showing on the side of his face.

No matter how hard he pulled or pushed, his arm would not budge. It was like Albion's grip was a pair of steel pliers, keeping them firmly locked in place.

Evidently, this was no ordinary kid!

He was powerful!

"What are you doing, Jack? Quit playing around and do him in! Then we go back to drinking." One of the two burly thugs urged impatiently.

Albion slightly increased his grip strength, and the thug called Jack immediately keeled to the ground with a groan.

"Argh!"

Jack gritted his teeth while his forehead sweated profusely and spat, "Be careful. This kid is powerful!"

The two burly thugs immediately realized something was seriously wrong with the situation. Their buddy Jack was not messing around with them!

"Oi, kid! Let go of Jack right now!"

The two burly thugs swung their punches at Albion.

However, Albion easily caught one with his other hand and kicked the other burly thug, sending him flying 3-4 meters away and slide along the dance floor.

With a slight twist of his wrist, the last burly thug standing was immediately brought down to his knees, kneeling before Albion with cold sweat breaking out.

Albion glanced down at them and nonchalantly asked, "Will you two submit to me now?"

"Yes, I will submit you, kid—No, Boss!"

"I submit! Please spare me, Boss!"

The burly thugs surrendered to Albion's absolute strength.

Once Albion receiving their response of submission, he released their holds and spared them.

The two burly thugs held their sore wrists and retreated slightly in fear after regaining their freedom. They looked at Albion with dread.

Afterward, they glanced at their buddy laying motionless on the dance floor before asking Albion nervously, "Is… is he dead, Boss?"

"Nah, he probably passed out from the shock of suffering just a few broken ribs," Albion said, recalling the feeling of a few crunches during his kick.

'Just?'

The two burly thugs' lips twitched.

"Deal with the crowd, then come back and report to me," Albion ordered.

"Right away, Boss!"

The two burly thugs scurried to their feet and shooed the crowd of customers from the nightclub. While they were enjoying the show, no one from the group had taken out their phones to record or call the cops.

This place was outside the city and within the territory of the Chen Gang. They would be asking for trouble if they took out their phones.

Shortly after the crowd was dispersed with disappointment, Jack and the other burly thug soon returned to Albion.

At the same, several thugs made their way downstairs and interrogated, "Oi, what's going on here? Where are all the people?"

Albion turned his and glanced at the newcomers for a moment before making his way over. Before the thugs understood what was happening, Albion made his move.

Bam! Bam! Reow!

Sometime later, Albion finished beating the new group into submission. The group of thugs kneeled before Albion with swollen faces while awaiting his orders.

"Someone sent that guy to the hospital." Albion pointed at the thug lying on the ground.

"Yes, Boss! I will do it!"

"Me too, Boss! Let me help!"

All the thugs answered enthusiastically. They were not doing this to showcase their newfound loyalty to Albion, per se. Instead, they just wanted to get away from him.

"No need for all you to go. You two will be enough." Albion picked out two of the thugs.

They were immediately overjoyed and said, "Just leave it to us, Boss!"

Albion nodded.

After the two thugs left with the one lying on the ground, Albion glanced back at the group of thugs and asked, "Who can tell me where Brother Chen is?"

"Brother Chen is just in one of the private lounges on the second floor, Boss." One of the thugs quickly answered, not hesitating to sell out his old boss, while the other chose to raise their hands obediently.

"Oh? That's great. Saves some time. Take me to the private lounge at once."

"Right away, Boss!"

The thugs immediately got to their feet, forming a line before gesturing for Albion to take the lead to head up the stairs.

However, a thug quickly pulled out a hidden knife and stabbed at Albion's ribs as he was passing through.

Ding!

The knife's tip failed to penetrate Albion's skin, but it ruined his black dress shirt. The thug immediately froze with an awful expression.

Albion glanced at his shirt before he glanced back at the thug casually. He was ready to slap the thug to death, but he ended up relaxing his hand.

'It's not enough to rule over these people with my strength alone. Camaraderie and loyalty still exist among them. I don't really need their loyalty, but if I want their obedience, I must first divide them.' Albion silently mused.

"Boss, this was a mistake! I swear it won't happen again!" The thug explained himself.

Seeing the boss smiled at him, the thug thought he was pardoned and said, "Thank you, Boss! I swear I will do my best to—"

Albion's smile quickly faded before he said indifferently, "Someone, break one of his arms."

"Yes, Boss!"

While some thugs hesitated, one of them immediately walks over with a steel bat to carry out the deed faithfully in hopes of earning Albion's favor.

"Wait, Billy! Don't—Ahhhh!"

The thug cried in pain after his fellow buddy smashed his arm with the steel bat. Albion gave the person an acknowledging nod before proceeding to head up the stairs.

"If there's a next time, it will be your life." Albion left his words.

The thug left his broken arm painfully but still etched out his words, "Thank you for your mercy, Boss."

After that, the thug stared at the one who broke his arms for a moment before leaving to get his arm fixed.

The person called Billy simply watched the thug leave without making any apology. He already destroyed whatever relationship they had. There was no need to.