C261 Lin Dong Displayed His Might Eight Blasts

"Bro, are you okay?"

"Come on, get up, big bro!"

A group of lackeys hoisted Big Belly to his feet.

True to his moniker, Big Belly had an enormous stomach.

His given name was Liu Hongbo, but due to the prominent feature of his belly, he was commonly known by the nickname Big Belly.

"Scram!"

With a thunderous shout, Big Belly shoved the lackeys who were assisting him aside.

His glare fixed on Lin Dong with a menacing intensity.

Hands on hips and chin jutted out, he barked, "Kid, you've got some nerve driving onto my turf and stirring up trouble. Today, you're not leaving here in one piece! Trash his car!"

As he commanded, his gang of ruffians, armed with iron rods and bladed weapons, swiftly encircled the area with a clatter.

They numbered forty or fifty strong, exuding a fierce demeanor.

In contrast, the Skyfire Motorcycle Club had only a dozen members present, including a few women, which made them appear less imposing.

As the mob of thugs closed in, the club members instinctively stepped back, their timidity evident.

The sight of their retreat emboldened the encroaching thugs, who became even more boisterous.

Several thugs, clutching chunks of broken brick, cocked their arms back, ready to hurl them at the vehicles.

"Hold on."

Lin Dong spoke up.

Upon hearing him, Big Belly, standing opposite, scoffed, "Scared now, are you? Too late for regrets! Anyone who crosses me, Big Belly, better be ready for the consequences! We'll keep the girls, but the men? We'll break their arms and legs and toss them out!"

"Understood, big bro!"

"Don't worry, big bro, we'll save the best for you!"

"I swear I'll shatter their bones so they'll spend the rest of their days bedridden!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

...

The surrounding lackeys echoed his laughter loudly.

Some thugs even brandished their iron rods and knives, ready to strike.

The women of the club let out faint cries of alarm, which only amused the thugs more, prompting them to laugh heartily.

The Skyfire Motorcycle Club members' expressions darkened considerably.

Big Belly, feeling his pride restored, gestured commandingly and bellowed, "Do it!"

"*Whoosh!*"

A swarm of thugs converged on Lin Dong and the members of the Skyfire Motorcycle Club who were trailing behind him. The clanking of their iron rods, steel pipes, and knives as they struck each other sent a wave of unease through the air.

"Boss, what do we do?" Lee Tao approached Lin Dong, concern in his voice. "We've got a few girls with us."

"Just focus on keeping those girls safe later. Leave the rest to me," Lin Dong instructed before stepping forward to meet the gangsters head-on.

Lee Tao hesitated, watching as Lin Dong advanced to the front of the crowd. He wanted to intervene but realized it was already too late.

A burly thug with a menacing wolf head tattoo on his arm stood before Lin Dong, his eyes gleaming with malice. Lin Dong, slight in comparison, didn't seem to stand a chance.

But Lin Dong held his ground. The thug in front of him tapped his iron rod against his palm, taunting, "Kid, kneel down now, and maybe I'll go easy on you when I break your limbs."

Laughter erupted from the onlookers, who clearly underestimated Lin Dong, thinking he was foolishly courting death.

Without a word, Lin Dong fixed his gaze ahead, his legs braced. A surge of power flowed from his feet to his waist and into his arms, his fists ready to unleash the force of the Eight Extremities.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Dong's fist rocketed towards the thug's face.

Caught off guard, the thug had barely time to scoff, "Kid, are you looking for—Ah!" His taunt was cut short as Lin Dong's punch sent him spiraling into the air.

He spun wildly before crashing to the ground with a resounding thud. The once domineering figure now lay face down, his colossal frame kicking up a cloud of dust upon impact.

The sight of the burly man being sent flying by Lin Dong's fist left the surrounding punks with their eyes wide in disbelief. This man was known for his formidable strength among them, yet he was effortlessly knocked away.

All eyes turned to Lin Dong, incredulous at what they had just witnessed. Lin Dong came to a halt, confidently extending his hand to beckon Big Belly, who was equally stunned.

Snapping out of his shock, Big Belly's eyes narrowed, and with clenched teeth, he bellowed, "What are you waiting for? Attack him! He just got lucky. Swarm him and take him down!"

His command snapped the other gangsters out of their daze. Gripping their weapons—steel pipes, knives, and other makeshift arms—they let out a collective roar and charged towards Lin Dong.

Dozens of them advanced, brandishing their tools menacingly. Such a sight would have sent shivers down the spine of any ordinary person, but Lin Dong remained unfazed. He stood his ground, and as the mob closed in, he casually waved them off before stomping his foot with a thunderous impact.

Instantly, Lin Dong's demeanor shifted from serene to ferocious, his presence dominating. The joints in his fingers cracked loudly, straining under the immense power he was channeling.

As the gangsters converged on him, Lin Dong locked his gaze ahead and murmured, "Level Eight Sky Tremor." In the blink of an eye, he surged forward, barreling into the oncoming tide of thugs.

The transition from stillness to motion took Lin Dong less than a second. His entry into the crowd was marked by a chorus of agonized screams.

His actions were as swift and powerful as a rampaging lion. Members of the Skyfire Motorcycle Club watched anxiously as Lin Dong's silhouette darted through the throng, concern etched in their eyes.

Big Belly watched, his eyes bulging with intensity. As the scene unfolded, his fingers intertwined, gripping each other tightly. Despite his numerical advantage, a sense of foreboding gnawed at him.

With a resounding "Putong!" the dense crowd erupted in screams, swelling outward like an overinflated bag suddenly bursting at the seams.

No sooner had the big bag burst open than several burly thugs were sent flying out!