Chapter 2075: Chapter 2276: Beaten with an Iron Rod!

Baldy was a person who valued loyalty and righteousness, and thinking of these things, a look of guilt flashed across his face.

At this moment, the followers who were with him saw that Yellow Hair’s people were about to make a move. They, although slightly injured themselves, showed no fear of death, and as soon as they realized a fight was imminent, they picked up their weapons, ready to go all out if necessary.

Baldy already felt guilty, thinking that he was not a competent leader, and upon witnessing this scene, his heart filled with even more guilt. The thought of leading these brothers to their deaths weighed heavily on him.

Suddenly, just as Yellow Hair’s people were about to rush over, Baldy loudly spoke up and reached out to stop them.

"What happened that day was my fault. As the leader, it’s my responsibility for not disciplining my brothers well. I’ll bear the consequences alone. Yellow Hair, can you give me some face and let my brothers go? Whatever happens to me, I’ll accept it without a word!" Baldy looked at Yellow Hair with pleading, desperate eyes.

Yellow Hair hadn’t responded yet, but his brothers were unwilling to let it go, and they all rushed in front of Baldy, each one looking indignantly furious.

"Big Brother! At worst, we’ll fight together. What does it matter? It’s not like my miserable life amounts to much; we might as well go all out with them!" one follower shouted.

Another echoed loudly, "Right! Without Big Brother, we wouldn’t be here today. Otherwise, we’d still be some street bullies getting picked on. It’s because of Big Brother that we are who we are, so I can’t let Big Brother abandon us. If we’re brothers, we fight together!"

With those words, a fiery spirit was instantly ignited within the group, as they recalled past events and how their lives had improved since following Baldy. In that moment, their blood boiled with passion, and the idea of watching Baldy suffer at Yellow Hair’s hands was unbearable for them.

"Come on! At worst, we’ll fight to the end!" another follower smacked his chest with determination, full of resolve.

Yellow Hair heard this and immediately burst into laughter. He clapped his hands, took a few steps forward with a mocking face, and said, "What deep brotherhood! But did I ever say I’d let you go?"

After speaking, Yellow Hair’s face suddenly turned cold and angry as he said, "I still remember that damn grudge from the other day. None of you should think about leaving today. Enjoy the consequences of offending the Axe Gang right here."

Baldy’s followers were already fired up, and upon hearing Yellow Hair’s words, they became furious and wanted to retort. However, before they could speak, Baldy turned around and glared at them angrily.

"Shut up!" Baldy shouted with anger.

Their faces filled with both anger and confusion upon hearing this.

"Big Brother... we’ll fight them together!" one follower said angrily.

But as soon as he said it, Baldy turned back and glared at him fiercely. The others quickly stepped forward to speak with Baldy, but before they could utter a word, Baldy looked at them with a serious and angry expression, making them stop in their tracks.

They were intimidated by Baldy’s gaze. After all their time with him, it was the first time they’d seen Baldy like this. They dared not defy Baldy’s intentions, despite their dissatisfaction, they withdrew their words and took a few steps back.

Then Baldy turned to Yellow Hair and said, "Brother Yellow Hair, don’t blame these brothers of mine for being naive! I just have one request: let them go and put all the hatred on me alone."

As Baldy spoke, his tone was extremely humble. By rights, Yellow Hair was still his junior; he only had the nerve to speak on equal footing due to the Axe Gang backing him up. But at this time, Baldy called him Brother Mao, lowering his stance.

Baldy’s brothers felt heartbroken hearing their leader like this. They wanted to say something, but Baldy silenced them with a glare. They were afraid to see Baldy like this, so they could only harbor their anger silently and stare at Yellow Hair with indignation.

Yellow Hair listened, feeling quite pleased, and replied with a hypocritical smile, gesturing with his hand to Baldy to come over.

Baldy’s followers wanted to stop Baldy from going over, knowing from Yellow Hair’s demeanor that nothing good would come from it. They didn’t want their leader to suffer for them.

But seeing Baldy’s gaze, they dared not utter a single word. With a grave expression, Baldy slowly walked toward Yellow Hair, while Yellow Hair looked at him with a cold, mocking expression, his hands behind his back.

Baldy had already walked up to Yellow Hair, remaining silent, waiting for Yellow Hair’s reply.

Yellow Hair smiled, and the people around him also laughed. Baldy was indeed extremely arrogant a few nights ago; now, with his brothers, it was only natural to seek a good revenge.

At the moment, he had his hands behind his back, not saying a word, just watching Baldy. Then he circled around Baldy, appearing as if plotting some unfathomable scheme. He suddenly moved behind Baldy, kicking him hard on the foot.

He applied considerable force with his kick, even though Baldy was half a head taller than him, causing Baldy to almost kneel to the ground.

Baldy displayed an expression of pain on his face, with one knee almost touching the ground, nearly falling down, but quickly regained his balance, only leaving some footprints on his leg, without any other noticeable changes.

"Boss..." His underlings, seeing this, instantly wore furious expressions, ready to charge at Yellow Hair. But as soon as they moved, Yellow Hair waved them to a stop.

"I dare you to step forward, whoever steps up shouldn’t say Baldy is his boss, I’d be embarrassed!" Baldy shouted.

Upon hearing this, those people who were about to rush forward immediately displayed fearful looks. Baldy was known for standing by his word; if they really went up and Baldy disowned them, then disowned they would be. Although angry, upon hearing Baldy’s words, they all halted, not daring to advance.

Yellow Hair chuckled, pleased with Baldy’s performance, approached Baldy with a sly smile, saying, "Well! Quite obedient, like a good dog!"

Though Baldy felt angered upon hearing this, he endured it. Being able to reach his current position and having such loyal followers indicated his exceptional character. He restrained himself, showing no signs of displeasure on his face, though his expression was taut, revealing no emotion.

At this moment, regardless of Baldy’s silence, Yellow Hair abruptly laughed and turned cold-faced, instantly spinning around. One of his underlings beside him held an iron rod, which he swiftly swung into his own hand.

The next moment, with a swift turn, he struck Baldy’s leg with the iron rod. In an instant, Baldy’s leg buckled, his face contorted painfully, his bones screamed with pain from the blow, yet he restrained himself, standing up again.

Seeing Baldy stand up again, Yellow Hair’s anger intensified. Now Baldy was bowing, but Yellow Hair still envisioned Baldy kneeling to beg for mercy for his group of underlings.

If he could witness such a scene, he would laugh even in his sleep, yet unexpectedly, after being hit, Baldy stood up again, an infuriating spectacle.

Immediately, his face turned furious, swinging the iron rod without heed, aiming at Baldy’s thigh, hitting once, twice, thrice. Baldy’s visage displayed extreme pain, bending then standing repeatedly, even gritting his teeth painfully, yet uttered not a sound.

He understood, enduring Yellow Hair’s torment until satisfied, only then would his brothers be freed. For the sake of his brothers, enduring such hardship was nothing.

But seeing Baldy remaining defiant, Yellow Hair grew increasingly furious, hitting more vigorously, once, twice, thrice, four times, repeatedly striking seven or eight times. If one were to pull up trousers to look, they’d surely see the conspicuous red welts drawn on the thigh.

Baldy’s underlings watched with a mix of anger and helplessness, yet at this moment, they could only watch, unable to act, the scene unbearably painful.

Watching their boss getting beaten, yet being unable to do anything, what could be more agonizing?

"Boss..." one person couldn’t help but call out.

"Ding!"—with a sound, perhaps Yellow Hair’s hand grew weary and lacked strength, finally discarding the iron rod onto the ground.

At this moment, Baldy’s thigh trembled while standing, clearly injured to the bone; only by sheer will was he not kneeling.

Yellow Hair paused for a moment, the beating had exhausted him greatly, his hand sore, while Baldy remained standing, aggravating him further.

He decided to adopt a different method to force submission!