The atmosphere inside the warehouse was extremely frigid. Su Yuze and Du Long sized each other up, slowly circling around while keeping their eyes fixed on the opponent, as if trying to find a breakthrough.
Although Su Yuze looked rather thin and frail, it was surprisingly difficult to find a weak point in him. It seemed that he had trained hard.
Du Long took a quick, light step with his foot, then slightly rotated his heel, and his entire burly body lunged forward. His mountain-like physique charged towards Su Yuze with a heavy momentum.
Su Yuze knew that if it was just a matter of fist strength, he might not have the upper hand. Du Long's fist was almost twice the size of his.
Su Yuze slightly shifted his body, and Du Long's fist whooshed past his clothes, bringing with it a powerful gust of wind. Su Yuze quickly turned around and threw a punch, aiming at Du Long's back.
But Du Long reacted quickly and dodged to the side. In the next second, he had jumped two meters away, and the positions of the two had been reversed.
"Your reaction is quite fast," Du Long began to take this young man seriously. Although the fight just now had only lasted for a dozen seconds, it was enough for Du Long to gauge Su Yuze's skills.
"Should I say thank you?" Su Yuze's gaze was cold. It was obvious that Du Long was not an easy opponent.
This time, Su Yuze no longer played defensively. Instead, he took the initiative to attack, leveraging his advantage in close combat. His moves were swift, powerful, and accurate.
"Humph..." The more Du Long fought with Su Yuze, the more admiration showed in his eyes. Su Yuze was an excellent fighter, almost on par with him.
"What are you laughing at?" Su Yuze asked calmly while kicking out.
"I..." Du Long stretched out his left hand and blocked it in front of his abdomen, allowing Su Yuze's kick to land on his palm, thus reducing the chance of injury. "I was thinking that if I had found you earlier, I would have taken you as my adopted son." And then, pass on this position to him.
"Humph..." Hearing this, Su Yuze couldn't help but laugh. However, compared to Du Long's admiring smile just now, Su Yuze's laugh was clearly full of ridicule.
"What are you laughing at?" Du Long could see the mockery in his eyes. What, was it such a disgrace to be his adopted son? Was the position of the mafia godfather not as good as that of the young master of the Su family?
"I'm laughing at you. You're not qualified to recognize me as your son."
"You're the first one who looks down on me like this!" Du Long's voice carried a hint of anger.
The smile on Su Yuze's lips suddenly widened. Du Long's movements became much slower. Taking this opportunity! Su Yuze gave a side kick, and his calf hit Du Long's back.
The inertial impact made Du Long's body rush forward a few steps. Before he could regain his senses, a sharp pain shot through his body.
He had been careless. He didn't expect Su Yuze to use the tactic of feigning an attack in one direction while actually attacking in another. As soon as he had let his guard down, he had been targeted. Now he could only defend passively and couldn't find a chance to attack.
Taking a punch on the chin, blood started to flow from the corner of Du Long's lips. "Wait."
Su Yuze ignored him. He grabbed Du Long's wrist and bent it backward. A crisp "click" sound came, and Du Long knew clearly that his arm was broken.
"Su..."
Bang!
Before Du Long could finish his words, Su Yuze exerted more force and threw him to the ground, breaking a glass on the floor. The glass shards cut Du Long's cheek.
"Damn it!" Du Long couldn't help but curse in Italian. Then he rolled over to the other side. Seeing that Su Yuze was about to come over again, his eyes darkened. He quickly took out a round bead from his pocket and threw it hard on the ground. Immediately, smoke billowed from the bead, and a "beep" alarm sounded.
Su Yuze, who was just about to pounce forward, suddenly stopped. He didn't know if this smoke was from a tear gas or something similar, so he couldn't approach rashly.
But as the alarm sounded, a group of black-clothed men suddenly rushed in from all directions. They all took protective stances and guarded Du Long behind them. "Boss, are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Su Yuze's face suddenly turned cold. "Du Long, is this what you call a one-on-one duel?" Looking at the four black-clothed men in front of him, itching for a fight, he knew he had been tricked by Du Long!
"I have no choice. I'm not ready to die yet," Du Long said.
"..." Now he had to face six people alone. This was not good.
"Don't hurt him," Du Long stood up, covering his abdomen. He looked a bit struggling but still remembered to instruct his subordinates.
"Yes!"
While Su Yuze was dealing with the black-clothed men in front of him, he saw Du Long about to leave with two black-clothed men. If he let him go like this, wouldn't he be leaving behind a huge threat?
No!
...
Xiao Yun carefully observed the warehouse. The more she looked, the more something seemed off. "Yufeng, look over there." Xiao Yun pointed at the warehouse. The lights inside flashed several times, and there seemed to be many figures.
Yufeng looked in the direction she was pointing and also noticed the slightly swaying figures at the half-open warehouse door. "What's going on?"
"Could it be that Du Long set off a bomb?" Xiao Yun asked.
"..."
Then Yufeng and Xiao Yun glanced at each other, and then they walked out of their hiding place in tacit understanding. Xiao Yun was a bit annoyed. She should have brought more people with her.
"Yufeng, why did you come out?" Xiao Yun turned her head slightly and saw Yufeng running out too.
"I want to go and have a look," Yufeng said worriedly.
"If you go, won't you just be a burden?" Yufeng was already injured, and he didn't usually exercise much. How could he be a match for others?
"Go. Stop nagging!" Yufeng snapped at Xiao Yun impatiently.
The two rushed open the door. "Young Master Yu!"
"Boss Su!"
Inside the warehouse, Su Yuze was fighting four black-clothed men alone, while two other black-clothed men were supporting Du Long, preparing to leave through the back door.
"Damn it, Du Long, you're so despicable!" Yufeng wasn't blind. As soon as he saw the scene in front of him, he immediately got angry. "Wasn't it agreed to have a one-on-one duel with Young Master Yu? What's the deal with all these people?"
Du Long glanced at Yufeng sideways. "Let's go. Don't hurt him," he said to his subordinates in Italian.
"Yes."
Yufeng was very unhappy. "What the hell language are you speaking?"
A thoughtful look flashed across Du Long's eyes. Then, supported by his subordinates, he walked out of the warehouse.