Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 35 - 00: Everyone, Don’t Move

On the surface, the Serpent Gang has three leaders, but they all oversee operations from the headquarters. In Jiangdu City, control is divided among the Eight Hall Masters, and under the Hall Masters, small leaders lead gang members to manage territories and handle affairs.

The Serpent Gang’s legitimate business includes maritime trade and controlling Jiangdu City’s fishing market. Every fisherman who rents a boat for fishing operates under the Serpent Gang’s monopoly.

In one word:

If your work involves fish, then you serve the Serpent Gang.

Beneath the surface, their operations include gambling dens and brothels. freewebnøvel.com

And other unspeakable activities.

The area where Zhen Bin lives is under the control of Tiger Hall, one of the Eight Great Halls, and the culprit who broke Zhen Bin’s leg is Fan Jianglong, a minor boss under Tiger Hall Master Lang Jun.

At a port dock.

Lang Jun lounged in a chair, legs crossed, sipping tea, watching fishermen who just returned from the sea registering their catches and paying fishing fees. His mood couldn’t be better.

To the fishermen, the boats they use to fish belong to the Serpent Gang, with exorbitant rental fees. Moreover, before they even sell their catches, they must first pay a selling fee—an unbearable burden for the fishermen.

But they have no way to resist.

The Serpent Gang is a mighty and oppressive force no one dares challenge.

At that moment.

The subordinate fanning Lang Jun turned to him and asked, "Big bro, I heard that Gao Zhenbin is a constable. Breaking his leg—could it cause trouble for us?"

Lang Jun, humming a tune with his eyes closed, opened them.

A disdainful smirk surfaced on his face.

"Trouble?" Lang Jun scoffed, "Have you ever seen the Serpent Gang encounter any trouble? A mere constable is nothing but an ant to us."

"True, big bro, you’re absolutely right." The subordinate nodded, feeling proud to be part of the Serpent Gang.

In Jiangdu City, merely mentioning you belong to the Serpent Gang ensures no one dares cross you.

This is the essence of dominance.

Just then.

A roar erupted from the distance.

"Who’s Lang Jun? Get the hell out here!"

Lin Fan stormed the dock with fourteen knife-wielding followers. The surrounding fishermen, upon seeing Lin Fan and his crew with their bald heads, backed away in fear.

The intimidating presence of Lin Fan’s group was enough to send chills down spines.

Lang Jun frowned, "Who’s yelling like that? Go find out what’s going on."

"Yes, big bro." The fanning subordinate quickly nodded, then gathered several men to investigate who was bold enough to cause trouble on the Serpent Gang’s turf. Have they grown tired of living?

Lang Jun didn’t bother concerning himself with such incidents. There are always those who fancy themselves heroes who show up—only to become fools every time.

Bam!

Bam!

Bam!

Suddenly, several loud crashing sounds echoed.

Lang Jun’s face tightened as he glanced over, his jaw dropping in shock. The subordinates he sent out had been sent flying back.

He immediately rolled to the side as a subordinate crashed into and shattered his lounging chair.

"Ah!"

The subordinates clutched their stomachs, writhing on the ground in pain, tears streaming down their faces. They didn’t even have time to speak before being kicked back by the assailants.

The force was overwhelming—completely unstoppable.

Lang Jun’s expression darkened. Upon seeing Lin Fan, he was momentarily stunned. Those bald heads were unmistakable. The men following Lin Fan were all bald, too, instantly reminding him of Gao Zhenbin’s shaved head—he had mocked the man for it before.

"Who are you people? Do you know what place this is, daring to cause trouble here?" Lang Jun shouted angrily, then turned to the gang members around him and roared, "Get over here! We’ve got troublemakers!"

The Tiger Hall underlings hastily dropped their work, wielding various weapons, and gathered behind Lang Jun, oozing with aggression.

Counting them up—there were thirty or so men.

Each gang member had a ferocious descending tiger tattooed on their chest, and when standing together, their presence was formidable.

The surrounding fishermen watched the scene in terror.

While they didn’t know Lin Fan, they recognized the bald heads.

Recently, rumors had spread in Jiangdu City that the constables had shaved their heads clean and even ran laps around the city every morning. They had become a peculiar sight.

Now the constables were confronting the Serpent Gang’s men. It puzzled the fishermen. Weren’t the government and the Serpent Gang supposed to steer clear of each other?

There were even whispers of collusion between the government and the Serpent Gang.

But now—what was this all about?

It was hard to make sense of.

Lin Fan declared, "Lang Jun, get your ass over here. You broke my brother’s leg and think you can walk away scot-free? Not a chance!"

Lang Jun instantly understood.

So, they had come to settle scores for Gao Zhenbin.

"I wondered who had the guts to stir trouble on Serpent Gang turf. Turns out it’s the esteemed constables." Lang Jun chuckled, but his tone rapidly grew cold. "Gao Zhenbin violated Serpent Gang rules. Breaking one of his legs was already granting him mercy. Even if Lord Wang himself came, he wouldn’t dare speak ill of the Serpent Gang."

Lang Jun approached Lin Fan, meeting his gaze, "You’re standing up for him—true brotherly loyalty. But let me make myself clear: if you cause reckless chaos on Serpent Gang grounds, not even Lord Wang can protect you."

Lin Fan squinted.

What an arrogant bastard.

"Ha!"

Lang Jun glanced briefly at Lin Fan before turning to address the fishermen hiding nearby, as if reaffirming his dominance.

"Everyone listen closely!"

"On Serpent Gang turf, our rules reign supreme. Anyone who breaks them will suffer the consequences. Even the government is powerless here... So what can they do—"

Bam!

Lang Jun’s voice abruptly cut off, his eyes widening as his mouth gaped open, coughing up blood. He was slammed straight to the ground by a ferocious kick from Lin Fan.

One thought dominated Lang Jun’s mind.

Damn it, this guy really dared to hit me.

There was an uproar.

The Serpent Gang members stood frozen in shock. None of them had expected Lin Fan to attack their leader straight away.

It was entirely unexpected.

Given the Serpent Gang’s feared reputation, most avoided provoking them outright.

Even Lang Jun himself couldn’t believe Lin Fan dared to strike him on Serpent Gang turf.

Thunk!

Lin Fan planted a foot firmly on Lang Jun’s back. With a crisp sound, he drew his blade and drove it into the ground beside Lang Jun’s face.

The blade’s sharp aura shattered Lang Jun’s courage.

"Nobody move!" Lang Jun roared desperately.

Fear gnawed at him, afraid one of his underlings might seize the opportunity to usurp him—this could spell disaster for him.

"Let go of our boss, or you won’t be leaving here alive!" a gang member shouted.

Lang Jun bellowed, "Shut up!"

Ever since his youth, Lang Jun aspired to be a feared and revered figure.

After years of struggle, he climbed to the position of minor boss in the Serpent Gang. To die here in such an undignified way—it enraged him.

"Brother, this isn’t doing you any favors. Let me go now, and I’ll pretend nothing happened. I’ll even cover your brother’s medical fees—how does that sound?"

Lang Jun tried to soften his tone, speaking gently and persuasively.

Deep down, he doubted Lin Fan would kill him—yet there was always that dreadful "what if."