Lord Death Is Now Back Home by Chris

Chapter 1251: The Expansion of Crazy Steer

Seeing that Chris Shelby was unharmed, Marie breathed a sigh of relief. She had been extremely nervous when Bobby had attacked Chris Shelby earlier. Bobby struggled to stand up from the ground, his face extremely grim. Chris Shelby had thrown him out like trash in front of so many people. If he couldn't regain his dignity, how could he continue to mix at East Coast University? Most importantly, his image in Marie's eyes had plummeted, making it even less likely for him to win her over.

"Kid, I'm going to fight you to the death!" Bobby roared, clenching his fist and swinging it fiercely at Chris Shelby.

"If you want to die, I'll grant your wish!" Chris Shelby's eyes turned icy cold as he saw Bobby's punch coming. Earlier, Chris Shelby had shown mercy and hadn't hit Bobby too hard. Otherwise, with his strength, killing Bobby would have been easy. But Bobby was overestimating himself by daring to provoke him again. Without saying a word, Chris Shelby threw his own punch.

Their fists collided with a crack. Bobby's arm was instantly broken by Chris Shelby's punch.

"Ah!" Bobby screamed in agony.

"I didn't want to hurt you, but you keep asking for it. Don't blame me," Chris Shelby said as he kicked Bobby hard. With a loud bang, Bobby was sent flying more than ten meters away before crashing heavily to the ground and losing consciousness.

After dealing with Bobby, Chris Shelby turned to Harold Jefferson and Marie. "Let's go back and eat."

Marie whispered, "I'm sorry, Mr. Shelby. It's because of me that Bobby came to trouble you."

Chris Shelby smiled faintly. "Marie, I'm your brother! It's my duty to help you. You don't need to apologize. If Bobby bothers you again, tell me, and I'll teach him a lesson."

Marie looked grateful. "Mr. Shelby, you're so good to me!"

Then they started eating.

Meanwhile, Crazy Steer was expanding aggressively at East Coast with the support of Daniel Williams.

Firebird Bar was the territory of the Firebird gang, a medium-sized gang at East Coast. Ironheart Steer led a group into the bar.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"Get your boss out here!" Ironheart Steer demanded arrogantly.

"Who dares cause trouble on Firebird gang's turf? You're asking for death!" A group of Firebird gang members rushed out upon seeing Ironheart Steer and his men. Ironheart Steer waved his hand dismissively. "Take care of them!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

With that command, thousands of Crazy Steer members charged forward with knives and clubs.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Screams and shouts filled the air as over a hundred Firebird gang members were quickly incapacitated.

At that moment, a bald man named Tuco, the leader of the Firebird gang, emerged from a private room with his men.

"Tuco," Ironheart Steer sneered, "today is the end of your Firebird gang! You have two choices: join Crazy Steer or disappear from East Coast forever."

"How dare you!" Tuco roared in anger. "Ironheart Steer, do you really think you can swallow up the Firebird gang? Brothers, attack! Drive these Crazy Steer scum out!"

Hundreds of Firebird gang members charged forward as Crazy Steer and Firebird gang members clashed violently.

Half an hour later, all the Firebird

gang members lay defeated on the ground. The gap in strength between the two sides was too great. Especially after receiving support from Daniel Williams, Crazy Steer's resources had increased

significantly.

Seeing his men easily defeated made Tuco's face darken.

Ironheart Steer looked at Tuco mockingly. "Last chance: submit or die!"

"Ironheart Steer, I'll fight you to the death!" Tuco roared as he swung a machete at Ironheart Steer.

Bang!

Suddenly there was a sharp sound as Tuco froze in place. Blood flowed from his forehead as he collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

Ironheart Steer glanced disdainfully at Tuco's body. "A mere ant dares challenge me? Ridiculous."

After eliminating the Firebird gang, Ironheart Steer addressed his men. "Next target: Crimson Blades!"

Hundreds of Crazy Steer members surged out of Firebird Bar like a tide, leaving behind a scene of carnage where no Firebird gang member survived.

Happiness Club was the

headquarters of Crimson Blades,

one of East Coast's top three gangs and on par with Crazy Steer. Tigerfields, the leader of Crimson Blades, was enjoying a massage when Ironheart Steer burst in with

his men.

"Tigerfields," Ironheart Steer sneered, "I just wiped out the Firebird gang; now it's your turn."

"What? You destroyed the Firebird

gang?" Tigerfields exclaimed in

shock before gritting his teeth.

"Ironheart Steer, we are not like the

Firebird gang. Are you sure you want

to go against us?"

"Tigerfields," Ironheart Steer mocked, "Crazy Steer will unify East Coast's underworld starting today. Surrender now or face my wrath!"

Tigerfields laughed scornfully. "Ironheart Steer, do you really think you can unify East Coast? Brothers, come out!"

Nearly a thousand Crimson Blades members armed with swords rushed out from all directions.

Tigerfields smirked confidently at Ironheart Steer. "Don't think that defeating one Firebird gang means you can act arrogantly before me. Today you'll pay dearly!"