After Beating the Game, I Became the Villain BOSS-Chapter 74 - 70: Facing Them Alone

Simpson was killed, marking Su Mo's complete victory and the end of the match.

At this moment, the audience showed a sharply contrasting attitude.

The spectators who bet on Su Mo openly cheered, embracing each other and shouting Su Mo's name when they saw others smiling as well.

Those who bet on Simpson looked livid, frantically cursing the corpse in the ring, and as the winners went to collect their money, their eyes were red, finding others winning more unbearable than losing their own bets.

In the VIP viewing area, the veins on Brother Dao's forehead were about to burst, and he gritted his teeth in silence.

The expressions of several invited guests were similar, with looks that could kill.

Everything was supposed to be settled, to win together, and yet it ended like this.

One guest suddenly stood up, looking at Brother Dao's back coldly, saying, "I'll hold next month's goods first, when you repay my losses, then I'll deliver the goods to you."

The guests left one after another; they were bound to recoup their losses from today's gamble on boxing through business with Brother Dao.

For Brother Dao, his loss was sizable yet not crippling, as he wouldn't possibly bet his entire fortune on a new partnership.

What angered Brother Dao wasn't losing some money, but being played for a fool!

An unknown punk played him on the Red Blade Association's turf, killed his newly acquired ace fighter, and left with his lost money.

The key point was he did it wearing a stupid-looking bull head mask, full of mockery!

If he couldn't catch this guy and skin him alive in the future, who would fear Brother Dao anymore?!

This guy must be taught a lesson!

A bloody lesson!!!

...

Returning to the Red Blade Association's base, Brother Dao's face was grim.

A few beauties approached coquettishly, "Brother Dao, what's the matter~"

"Get lost!" Brother Dao swung a slap to push them away.

The beauties were terrified, shrinking back and crying.

Others in the base realized the boss wasn't in a good mood today.

No matter his mood, business reports had to proceed.

The deputy signaled for the girls to be taken away, approached Brother Dao, and softly said, "Boss, Ah Si from Liuhexi Street has been overdue on his debt for several weeks; what do you think?"

Brother Dao flared with anger, swearing fiercely: "What a bunch of useless scum, how have I been teaching you?! Do you know how to use a knife?!"

The deputy quickly said, "Tried several times, even cut off one ear, but he stubbornly claims he has no money, so using a knife wasn't effective."

Brother Dao lashed out: "Against tough nuts like him, you must find his weak point! Soft spots! Got it?!"

"Where did Ah Si spend the money? Wasn't it all to treat his daughter in the Inner City? Can't handle him, why not handle his daughter?"

"Find the opportunity to kidnap his daughter from the hospital, send him a finger a day until the debt is repaid; can you do that? How about *Civilized Border*?!"

Seeing Brother Dao spewing threats, the deputy dared not mention the difficulties of kidnapping in the Inner City, could only nod: "Understood... Boss, rest assured, I'll immediately find someone to deal with it."

Brother Dao cursed while sitting down: "One more thing. Today a punk came to the boxing arena, played me, killed Simpson, and took my money; I won't let it go."

The deputy's face changed: "Simpson was killed? He was a Blood Code Carrier of the Middle Tier of Awakening... Boss, the guy you speak of must be tough, sounds not easy to deal with."

Brother Dao was infuriated: "The things I taught, you hardly learned any."

"Can't face him head-on, what about hiring a hitman? Poisoning his food? Finding a woman to seduce him, slicing his throat in bed?!"

Then his facial muscles twitched, after a pause, he said coldly: "No... no... He can't be killed just like that, it'd be too cheap for him!"

"Investigate, find all his connections, parents, wife, children, siblings, friends... Grab them all if any!"

"I want to kill them one by one before his eyes! I want to see him break down begging for mercy, I want him to regret crossing me!"

Saying this, Brother Dao revealed a hint of gratification.

Without warning, a voice came from the roof: "Sorry, I'm a single born, no wife, let alone kids, my parents aren't here either, but I'll keep my brother safe."

Everyone looked up in shock, only to see Su Mo sticking his head out of the skylight, waving at them, still wearing that mockingly full bull head mask.

Su Mo made a bull horn gesture on his head, smiled and said: "As for my friends... I'd advise you not to mess with that white-haired BOSS, I'm serious, it's for your own good."

"You!... " Brother Dao was caught off guard, not expecting Su Mo to find him first before he could go after him.

Brother Dao was excessively stunned, momentarily speechless, after a pause finally pointed at Su Mo and shouted in fury: "If you're brave, don't run!"

"Run? I came all this way just to run under your nose? Do you think I have time to waste?" Su Mo said, then jumped directly through the skylight, landing steadily.

The Red Blade Association was not one to be trifled with; the thugs grabbed weapons, surrounding him, some with machetes, others wielding guns, including standard military rifles, blocking Su Mo's escape.

Brother Dao glared and cursed: "You damn bastard, seriously, who walks right into death nowadays?"

Su Mo chuckled softly, ignoring Brother Dao, he glanced around, scrutinizing the hostile faces of the thugs, muttering to himself.

The crowd listened closely, realizing Su Mo was reciting names.

Every name Su Mo recited was a high-ranking member of the Red Blade Association, the core members supporting the group.

Without these core members, the Red Blade Association would cease to exist.

"... Deputy Wally, Deputy Pis, Leader Brother Dao." Su Mo recited the last name, smiling contentedly, "Great, all here, saves me the trouble of finding them one by one."

Brother Dao could no longer contain his rage, giving the order: "Kill him!!!"

Red Blade Association's bladesmen retreated, gunmen spread out fan-like, pulling triggers, unleashing a barrage at Su Mo.

"Bang bang bang bang bang—"

All of a sudden, gunfire erupted, illuminating the dim interior like daylight, the smell of gunpowder irritating the airways, causing slight nausea.

The dense hail of bullets and gunpowder smoke enveloped Su Mo, leaving nothing visible.

At this point, no one considered him still alive.

These were genuine smuggled military firearms, large caliber, capable of killing fierce beasts, let alone a person.

Red Blade Association's gunmen, venting for their boss, held the triggers to the end, emptying every bullet from their clips.

Gradually, the gunfire ceased, all bullets were expended.

They stared into the lingering smoke ahead, awaiting its dispersal to reveal the riddled corpse.

Unexpectedly, Su Mo's chuckling voice emerged from the smoke: "Finished shooting? Now it's my turn."