Chris Shelby hadn’t expected the Bull to be quite so fast. Without overthinking it, he and Tiger headed over. Half an hour later, they arrived at the training ground Bull had mentioned. It was an old factory, now purchased and transformed by Bull into a training base. This facility was vast, capable of accommodating a hundred thousand people. Chris Shelby took a tour and was quite pleased with the training base. Most importantly, the base was secluded and quiet, ideal for the training of the East Coast Guards.
“How do you like the place, Mr. Shelby?” Bull asked nervously. Chris Shelby nodded, “It’s good!” Relieved by the response, Bull smiled broadly, “As long as you’re satisfied, Mr. Shelby.”
Chris Shelby, not one for small talk, directly asked, “Bull, is everything ready?” Bull nodded, “Everything’s prepared, Mr. Shelby!” “Good. From today, this will be known as the East Coast Training Base!” Chris planned to develop this site into a major training hub for the East Coast, continuously supplying a stream of practitioners. Soon after, a hundred thousand East Coast Guards in black uniforms stood on the training field. These guards were armed with everything from knives and swords to hooks and forks, the only exception being firearms.
Chris Shelby, pleased, nodded. He believed it wouldn’t be long before these East Coast Guards were thoroughly transformed. However, starting today, they would undergo rigorous training. “Tiger, from today, you are the instructor for the East Coast Guards.” To quickly enhance their capabilities, Chris Shelby appointed Tiger as the instructor.
Tiger glanced at the hundred thousand East Coast Guards, licked his lips, and smirked, “Boss, just leave them to me. In a few months, I promise they’ll be a formidable force.” Chris nodded, trusting Tiger’s abilities. Given Tiger’s strength, he was more than qualified for the role. Chris believed that with Tiger’s training, these guards would soon become competent on their own. The grueling training of the East Coast Guards then began.
As training commenced, many struggled to cope. After all, these guards were previously part of the East Coast Security Company, comprising mostly thugs and martial artists. Yet, Tiger was indifferent to their complaints. With a stern face, he gave them two options: “Either train hard or get out of the East Coast Guards!” Given that these hundred thousand were the best selected from three hundred thousand, none wanted to leave and resigned themselves to the intense training. Soon, Tiger earned the nickname “Devil Instructor.” Seeing the training of the Death Guards underway, Chris Shelby decided not to intervene further.
Now, Chris Shelby faced a more pressing task: dealing with Crazy Steer.
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Nine o’clock at night. Kelly King KTV. After taking over Kelly King KTV, Ironheart Steer had left Jimmy Cock in charge. At that moment, Jimmy Cock sat alone in a private room, drinking.
Recently, Jimmy Cock had been under a lot of stress, his face constantly etched with worry. Especially after his firearms were confiscated by Chris Shelby, and Jazz was mysteriously murdered. Now, with Crazy Steer targeted by the King of the East Coast, Jimmy was restless, unsure when Chris Shelby might strike. Could Crazy Steer withstand an attack once Shelby made his move? After a drink and a bitter laugh, Jimmy knew he was too deep into Crazy Steer to back out, but staying could mean going down with them.
After finishing his drink, Jimmy Cock decided to leave alone in his car. Just as he was about to drive away, he found another car blocking his path. Already in a foul mood, he exclaimed furiously, “Damn it, are you trying to get yourself killed by blocking my way?” Chris Shelby stepped out of the blocking vehicle, asking with a half-smile, “Are you talking to me?” “The King of the East Coast?” Jimmy’s face turned pale upon seeing Chris Shelby, who smiled and said, “Didn’t expect to meet you here again!” Speechless, Jimmy just opened and closed his mouth.
Without another word, Jimmy fell to his knees before Chris Shelby. “King of the East Coast, please spare me!” Jimmy knew well who Chris Shelby was-the formidable King of the East Coast. As just a hall leader within Crazy Steer, he was nothing in front of Shelby. Thus, instead of resisting, Jimmy chose to beg for mercy. Chris Shelby sneered, “Jimmy Cock, you’re quite sensible. Since you’ve chosen to beg, I’ll spare your life. Come with me now!” “Yes!” Jimmy dared not defy Shelby and left with him.
Meanwhile, Jimmy’s disappearance sent shockwaves through Crazy Steer. As a hall leader, his sudden absence alarmed Ironheart Steer, who asked his subordinates if they had found Jimmy. All remained silent, fearful. One of them braved a response, “Boss, we’ve had everyone looking, but there’s still no sign of Mr. Cock.” Hearing this, Ironheart Steer grew anxious. Ever since losing the firearms to Chris Shelby, he had been uneasy. Now, Jimmy’s disappearance hinted at something unusual, a troubling development given Jimmy was his most capable lieutenant.
Ironheart Steer, with a grim expression, ordered, “Investigate how Jimmy disappeared and inform me as soon as you find anything.” “Yes!” the subordinates replied respectfully, departing.
At midnight, in an East Coast bar-a stronghold of Crazy Steer, home to hundreds of its members-Chris Shelby arrived with Bull and a group of freshly trained East Coast Guards. Without wasting words, Shelby waved his hand and commanded, “Kill them all!”