pjbooks Chapter 214: Five Ghosts Knocking on the Door - A Thrilling Battle!
Chapter 214: Five Ghosts Knocking on the Door - A Thrilling Battle!
Chapter 214 Five Ghosts Knocking on the Door, the Battle is Exciting!
Ma Jieke prides himself on being a reasonable person and never intentionally seeks trouble.
Even if this matter is brought to a head, the truth will still be on his side.
We're all in business, you do your thing, I do mine, normal business competition is fine. But if you take advantage of your large and powerful business to poach my employees behind my back, then that's wrong of you.
To put it bluntly, if I hadn't punished that traitor Tang En, and had only kicked him out of the camp, or had gone easy on him, then anyone would have dared to piss on my head in the future.
This is like declaring the law invalid one day, so that murderers don't have to pay with their lives. Imagine what the world would become.
Without a zero-tolerance policy as a safety net, conscience and morality are merely ornaments, the kind that shatter at the slightest touch.
Looking at the photos sent by his employees, Old was so angry he wanted to smash his phone. He had heard that a strange Asian man had come to the poor streets. First, he wiped out the Blood Gang with his iron fists, and now he was leading the Blue Hair Squad to occupy three blocks, with more than a hundred Beggar Gang disciples under his command, guarding various resource points to open treasure chests every day.
The key point is that they also produce and sell their own products, forming an entire industrial chain. They buy cans from their followers at low prices and then sell them to upstream packaging stations at high prices, making a profit from the difference between the two ends.
Seeing his business being squeezed out, how could he swallow this insult? So he spent money to bribe homeless people, hoping to get others to follow suit.
Who wouldn't be happy to make more money? After all, it's not me who's losing out. Once this mentality spreads and becomes a driving force, it's very difficult to turn things around.
But what he didn't expect was that there were capable people under Boss Ma's command. A Wharton School accounting master's degree holder, did you think he was just hired as a mascot?
"Fuck! Holy crap! That damn foreigner, that stinking beggar boss!"
Looking at the grinning face in the photo, Old couldn't help but swear, even though it seemed somewhat out of place in his comfortable life.
A snow-white young girl emerged from the luxurious outdoor swimming pool. After getting out of the water, she took off her swimming cap and earplugs, and took a towel from the waiter to dry her wet hair. She looked to be not very old, but she had a very voluptuous figure. Wearing a bikini that was extremely frugal with fabric, she swayed as she walked, making people dizzy.
"Hey daddy, I think I just heard you swearing." The girl sat warmly in Old's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his wrinkled face.
The residents who were warming up nearby were not surprised by this. Anyone who could live in such an affluent community must know a few people who are close to Tang Bao.
The term "sugar baby" refers to the relationship in which the older partner is kept by the younger partner. The age difference between the two is at least 20 years. The older partner establishes an intimate relationship with the younger partner in exchange for money, luxury goods, or travel. Both parties are aware of this. This is a mainstream practice in the US, and its numbers have surged in recent years.
A certain social networking app divides registered users into two categories: "successful people" and "charming sweethearts," and charges a fee for connecting them.
According to data from the platform, the ratio of sugar babies to sugar daddies is an astonishing 5:1, meaning that on average, every five sugar babies compete for one sugar daddy.
Within their ranks, a strategy circulates: the best way to secure a permanent meal ticket is to get pregnant. As long as you can give birth to offspring, it means you can receive a high monthly alimony payment; the more children you have, the more you earn.
When the sugar babies hold parties, they also exchange money-making experiences and even bring their babies to show off. Whoever brings more children is a symbol of strength and wealth.
With the soft, fragrant body in his arms, Olde's angry expression softened considerably. He stroked Little Sugar Baby's smooth thigh, intending to leave Ma Jack waiting for a day to deflate his arrogance.
A few moments later, my phone rang again. I picked it up and saw another photo had been sent to me.
In the photo, Ma Jieke is standing on his desk with his back to the camera, pouring water in front of his boss's chair.
Good heavens, this is absolutely disgusting. I've seen disgusting people before, but I've never seen anyone this disgusting. This is truly disgusting beyond belief, disgusting to the extreme.
There was also a text message: "Boss, he said he'll wait another half hour. If he doesn't see you by then, he'll poop on your sofa..."
Looking at the photos and messages, Olde's anger, which he had just suppressed, flared up again. He was furious!
"Oh my god, who is this girl? How could she bully you like this?"
Little Sugar also saw the photo and immediately recognized it as the sugar daddy's office. Before meeting Old, she really couldn't believe that someone who ran a scrap yard could earn so much money.
Ald was so angry that all he could think about was profanity: "That good-for-nothing homeless guy who picks up trash on the street, I curse him to be hit by a car and die right now."
"A homeless man?" Little Sugar Baby pouted. "Are you sure, Daddy? He doesn't look like one. Homeless people aren't usually this strong. What happened between you two?"
"Don't ask. You wouldn't understand even if I told you. It's a business matter."
"Hmm..." The girl hesitated for a moment, then suddenly seemed to remember something: "By the way, Daddy, I know a few friends outside. They seem to be members of some kind of fighting club. Anyway, they're really good at fighting. When they're not competing, they also take on some side jobs. If you're willing to pay a little money, I can ask them to help you teach this guy a lesson."
Professional boxer accepting Didi's (ride-hailing service) substitute service?
Old frowned, quickly realizing that this must be a shady club that trains fighters for amateur boxing matches or underground fighting tournaments.
If one can participate in formal boxing matches and professional MMA, the income level is already very high, so there is no need to undertake high-risk business such as Didi ride-hailing.
"Are you sure?" Despite Little Sugar's serious tone, Old was still a little worried: "This guy is very strong; most people can't handle him."
"Then hire more people. He can't beat him one-on-one, but what about three against one, or five against one? Bring weapons, though. Unless he's even better than Tyson, but is that even possible?"
As she analyzed the situation logically, Old's doubts were gradually dispelled. In fact, he also understood that this guy was just hyped up without any sense of reason. What kind of Street Fighter is he? Did he lose his mind from playing video games?
After some haggling, Olde agreed to offer $5000 for five boxers to teach Majad a lesson.
Little did he know that at least half of the five thousand dollars had been pocketed by his mistress as a kickback, with each of them receiving five hundred dollars.
However, in the current economic climate, 500 is not a small amount. If a newcomer goes on stage to fight in an underground boxing match and loses, he will only receive 500 dollars as a reward. If he gets a minor scrape, it won't even be enough to cover his medical expenses.
Moreover, this job involves finding homeless people in poor neighborhoods, and there are plenty of people willing to do it for $100 each, especially drug addicts. However, don't expect any skill from them; it's basically no different from a scam.
"It's almost noon, where's my lunch?"
Around noon, Ma Jie lay on a rocking chair in the yard, wearing sunglasses, enjoying the California sunshine while bossing the staff around as if they owed him something.
"Excuse me, sir, we do not provide lunch here."
"If you can't get it delivered, why don't you just call and order takeout? Hurry up, I'm hungry."
Holy crap... The staff was driven to the brink of collapse. They hadn't closed many deals all morning, and all they got to do was watch him act like a big shot.
As the two were arguing, a dilapidated van drove in from outside, and five people, including the driver, jumped out.
The group seemed to be quite diverse in terms of race: two Latinos, one Indian, one Russian, and a Quesanti wearing a matte-skinned outfit.
Quesanti appeared to be the leader of the group. After getting out of the car, he glanced around and quickly found the leisurely Majad by comparing photos.
"Here they come, here they come, the reinforcements the BOSS invited have arrived. Just wait, this kid is going to have a hard time."
"Damn it, he's been causing us trouble all morning, we should teach him a lesson."
"I can't wait to see him get beaten up."
Just as Ma Jie was dozing off, he suddenly felt his vision go black. When he opened his eyes again, there was a black man with an expressionless face standing in front of him.
"Bro, you're blocking my sunlight. Move aside, okay?"
As a result, this guy seemed not to understand human speech. Instead of moving, he crossed his arms and looked down at him, saying, "BoJack Horseman, is that right? I'll give you half a minute to get out of here, or I'll beat you into a BoJack Horseman, you know, like in the cartoons."
Wow... Hearing the other party's rude remarks, Ma Jie didn't feel insulted at all. Instead, he felt a little excited for some reason. After all, compared to the fleeting American-style iaido, he still preferred hand-to-hand combat. Men are born for hormones, and he hadn't fought in a long time, so he was itching to get back to fighting.
"Sorry, I haven't seen the cartoon you mentioned." Ma Jie stood up, coughed up a wad of phlegm, and spat it right in his face. Then he smiled apologetically, "Sorry, sorry, my eyesight isn't very good, but you can't entirely blame me because you look just too much like a trash can. Anyone who sees you will want to spit on you."
"You fucking bastard!"
This utterly humiliating taunt instantly ignited Quesanti's rage, and he unleashed a perfectly accurate straight punch aimed at Majack's face.
Not bad. I originally thought he was just a weakling, but it turns out he's a trained fighter.
Seeing this, Ma Jieke dodged by diving down, and then threw a right punch from below, followed by a backhand rising dragon punch.
But this guy reacted very quickly. After stepping back to dodge, he immediately followed up with a vicious side kick aimed straight at Ma Jieke's head.
Thud! Ankle and arm collided. In the instant of completing the block, Ma Jie stepped forward, closing in on his body, and before the opponent could regain his balance, he grabbed his arm with his other hand.
Quesanti's heart sank, and he instinctively tried to break free, but he was no match for Maje in either strength or skill.
It's important to know that although his skill panel shows [Mixed Martial Arts Iv6], his actual level is probably still a step higher, which is all thanks to his performance in real battles.
With a loud shout, Quesanti's body was lifted off the ground. After a brief reversal in the air, his back was slammed heavily onto the concrete, kicking up a cloud of dust.
A clean and crisp over-the-shoulder throw is also a deadly technique in judo; once executed successfully, it can cause immense damage.
When a target lands, its weight combined with the impact force causes it to collide violently with the ground, resulting in anything from broken bones to intracranial hemorrhage, and in the worst case, death.
At this moment, Quesanti was clutching his ribs, lying on the ground groaning in pain. It was obvious that he had broken his ribs and would not be able to stand up again for a while.
Seeing this, the other four exchanged glances and launched an attack on Ma Jie.
Their attack angles were very tricky. Two of them charged forward from the front, while the other two attacked from the left and right. They were very experienced and cunning.
Damn it, four against one, have they no shame?
In a flash, Ma Jieke didn't hesitate at all and stomped his foot on the floor.
The moment he landed, the four attackers visibly froze, as if they had been frozen in place.
【War Stomp (Active)】: Stomp on the ground, stunning all targets within a 2-meter radius for 1 second. After the stun ends, it reduces their movement and reaction speed by 30% for 5 seconds. Cooldown: 60 minutes.
Taking advantage of this precious second of hard control, Ma Jie abandoned all pretense of martial ethics and delivered a swift right hook to one of the Latinos in the face, prioritizing casualties over anything else.
The latter suffered a severe blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth, and collapsed to the ground, sleeping peacefully like a baby.
At the same time, Ma Jieke spotted the old Russian and gave him a buff.
[Stamina Absorption (Active)]: Marks any human within the field of vision. When the target consumes stamina, restores an equal amount of stamina to the user. Cooldown: 24 hours.
I've hardly used this thing since I got it, but it finally came in handy today.
After all, combat is extremely physically demanding. If you can't maintain sufficient stamina, your strength, skills, and reflexes will all be affected.
In this way, as long as I don't prioritize dealing with this guy, he can continuously recharge me, making him a perfect human power bank.
To his surprise, the Russians were indeed a fighting nation, displaying a fierce and tough spirit. Seeing that two of his teammates had already been taken down, he was the first to rush forward.
Whoosh! A classic Russian swing punch begins, the wind whistling through the air. Getting hit by this would hurt far more than taking a regular attack.
Ma Jie didn't dare to be careless. He used a step back to temporarily avoid the attack and dodged the Indian's flying kick by turning to the side. Just as he was about to react, a jab came right after him.
The one who made the move was the remaining Latino boxer, who was not tall and had a unique assassin-style fighting style.
Ma Jie stumbled and blocked, only to find that his opponent was just feinting and then, after gathering his strength, attacked his ribs with another fist.
The move looks like Mike Tyson's signature move – a left hook to the liver.
This move is second only to the uppercut in lethality, and it strikes the body's weakest point.
The reason it's called that is because Tyson used his left hand to punch, which was all about surprise. When it landed, it could break the opponent's ribs, which would then put pressure on the liver.
A true example of a liver being destroyed with a single punch!