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"Hey, I actually think what Qian Cheng did just now was worth it. Look, once the opponent lost the Dog, they immediately became a bit flustered, and their offensive weakened. Breaking through is not a difficult task for us." Red Ghost suddenly kicked out, sending a Tiger Hall lackey who was holding a Machete flying. The other Tiger Hall lackeys chasing from behind were also knocked down by the one who was sent flying.
"Actually, dealing with these people isn't that hard. I'm just worried about their reinforcements arriving. We shouldn't get too caught up in the fight; the faster we leave here, the safer we'll be." A wicked smile crept onto Qian Cheng's lips as he swung his knife, eagerly reaping the lives of his enemies.
What does it mean to kill like cutting grass? This is what it means!
Having been tempered by the fires of war in Africa, Qian Cheng's heart was filled with the ferocity of a wolf. Anyone who attempted to take his life would not be spared.
This world may seem peaceful and harmonious, but beneath the surface lies hidden turmoil that not everyone can clearly see.
Everyone has their own circle: businessmen have the business world, celebrities have the entertainment industry, and Qian Cheng and his group belong to the underground world. In this circle, if you don't want to be eliminated too early, you must abandon any mercy; showing compassion to your enemies is being cruel to yourself.
After about ten minutes of fighting, fewer than fifty of the three hundred Tiger Hall lackeys led by Dog remained. With Dog gone as their leader, the morale of the remaining Tiger Hall lackeys had dissipated; they fought timidly, making it even easier for Poisonous Madness and others to end their lives.
"Kill! Brothers, charge! These bastards are the ones who blew up our place; don’t let them escape!" Just as Poisonous Madness and others were about to break through, a dark crowd of over twenty people from Mighty Tiger Street rushed in from both sides.
"Haha... brothers, don’t panic! Our reinforcements have arrived! Let’s take out those scum and avenge Brother Dog!" One of Tiger Hall's members saw their comrades rushing over and was filled with joy. However, before he could finish his triumphant declaration, his head flew off.
Crocodile swung his Machete and cursed, "Killing should look like killing! Yelling so much; do you think you're in a language class?"
"Damn it. This really never ends. Brothers, it's clear they want us dead. Since that's the case, let's make sure they die in greater numbers; don’t hold back!" Poisonous Madness initially wore an impatient expression as another reckless group of Tiger Hall lackeys charged in. But that expression quickly vanished, replaced by a sinister grin.
"Heh heh, let’s kill as many as they send." With an indifferent expression, he danced his Machete in the air, moving faster and more smoothly with each swing.
He was excited; this was a joy that couldn't be faked. The more enemies there were, the more threatened their situation became. Yet the greater the danger, the more exhilarated he felt. He could clearly sense that he was improving through battle. This was a rare opportunity that he thoroughly enjoyed.
"Maybe not; if too many come, I'll get tired from chopping..." Red Ghost didn’t share this excitement. After killing so many people, he had sustained several minor injuries himself. Moreover, prolonged exertion had drained his stamina.
The battle with cold weapons was extremely brutal; in less than twenty minutes of what seemed like a peaceful era, nearly three hundred people had fallen. Tonight, Tiger Hall truly suffered heavy losses.
I really want to know how expressive Black Tiger will be when he counts the casualties in Tiger Hall after tonight.
The losses on the "Righteous Soul" side were relatively minor, with only two dead and over ten injured. Poisonous Madness and Crocodile led the way, sustaining quite a few injuries, but for these bloodthirsty individuals, such minor wounds were hardly worth mentioning. As long as they were alive, no injury mattered.
Faced with the dark mass of Tiger Hall personnel, everyone had only one thought: to break through and survive.
On the other side, Black Tiger and his group of underlings had not advanced far before they encountered over fifty men led by Liufeng.
As soon as the two sides met, a fight broke out immediately. Black Tiger had more than five hundred people, while Liufeng had just over fifty. In terms of numbers, Black Tiger held a clear advantage. However, although Liufeng had fewer men, each one was an Elite, capable of taking on ten opponents. Even without numerical superiority, they were not at a disadvantage in combat.
Moreover, Liufeng was an assassin skilled in throwing knives, often concealing dozens of them. With his accuracy, each knife could take down an untrained gang member. This made it evident that Black Tiger was struggling against them.
“Quickly send for reinforcements! These guys are all well-trained; if it comes down to one-on-one, we definitely can't win,” Black Tiger cursed. Despite his low education level, he was not foolish; he could see that the opponents were all formidable fighters. Relying solely on his five hundred men would not be enough to hold them back.
Originally, Black Tiger planned to achieve personal glory tonight and show Mourning Lion the might of Tiger Hall. Unexpectedly, instead of showcasing their strength, they ended up suffering losses. Black Tiger felt like crying without tears...
“Boss... the local dog has been taken out by the enemy.”
“Boss, most of our men are not in this area; it will take some time for them to arrive…”
“Black Tiger, Silly Bull is bringing people over... everyone else has gone to Mighty Dragon Street...”
“Damn it! Don’t we have over fifty thousand people in Tiger Hall? Why are there so few reinforcements!” Black Tiger cursed angrily. How could this grand force of fifty thousand tigers not deal with just a few dozen people?
But after thinking carefully, Black Tiger realized that the fifty thousand members of Tiger Hall were not all in one place and would need time to gather. Given the opponents' skills, relying solely on these few hundred men would definitely not suffice. Gritting his teeth, he could only lament: “Quickly notify headquarters to send reinforcements! Tell the brothers from other regions of Tiger Hall to rush over here immediately! If we can't hold these people tonight, outsiders will surely mock us for being incompetent in Hong Gang.”
Black Tiger was also seeing such a fierce character for the first time. On the surface, they had a significant numerical advantage, but when it came to fighting, they were like paper tigers, not even close to being a match for the opponent. If this continued, even if they managed to eliminate the enemy, their own losses would be devastating. Of course, that was Black Tiger's best-case scenario; deep down, he actually believed that the opponent would wipe them out and leave.
"I don't really like the feeling of a group fight, but since you all want my brother's life, I can only take yours first," Liufeng said as he struck like lightning, wielding his dagger with deadly precision, aiming for vital points—one strike, one kill.
"Surround him! This kid is quite tricky!"
"Right, I've noticed... Wait, I didn't even see him draw his knife..."
The underlings of Tiger Hall recognized that Liufeng was the strongest among them and instinctively formed a circle of over twenty people to encircle Liufeng.
It must be said that when thugs become aware, it truly becomes frightening.
With this development, their numerical advantage became apparent. It became somewhat difficult for Liufeng to easily take down an opponent; after all, if he went for one person, he might get attacked by someone else nearby.
In this situation, Liufeng became cautious. He wouldn't act recklessly unless he found an opening; however, if he did strike, there would definitely be no survivors.
"Brothers, hold on for ten minutes. After ten minutes, we will retreat." Liufeng's goal was to delay Black Tiger's advance and prevent them from supporting the Earth Dog. As long as they could hold on for ten minutes, Poisonous Madness would surely be able to retreat, and at that point, he could escape unscathed as well.
"What a joke! Do you think holding on for ten minutes will allow you to escape? Even if they miraculously manage to flee, you won't get away!" Seemingly understanding Liufeng's intentions, Black Tiger sneered: "In just a few more minutes, your escape route will be completely cut off. Tonight, you scoundrels won't get away!"
Black Tiger was not joking; other members of Tiger Hall were already rushing over. Black Tiger was confident that Liufeng would not escape. After all, no matter how skilled one was, there would come a time of exhaustion. Once fatigued, one would be like a trapped sparrow—completely at the mercy of others.
"Heh. Are you so sure we can't get away? Death Tiger?" Liufeng scoffed: "I can tell you clearly that if I, Hunter, want to leave, you really can't stop me. Otherwise, why didn't you kill me last time when you sent so many assassins?"
"Hmph! Last time was just luck for you. Don't think you're a god. Do you really believe you can escape under absolute siege?" Black Tiger coldly snorted in disdain.
"I'm not a god, but I am someone who can take your life..." A glint of killing intent flashed in Liufeng's eyes as he smirked slightly and charged towards Black Tiger: "Heaven has no path for you; hell has no door for you to enter. I originally didn't plan to kill you so soon, but since you insist on pushing me, then I can only take you down first!"
"Such arrogance. There are many who want my life on this road, but unfortunately for them, they won't get it. Do you really think you can take it from me?" Black Tiger's expression darkened as he charged forward with his axe.
Seeing Liufeng rush towards their boss, the underlings of Tiger Hall immediately wanted to prove themselves. They swung their machetes at Liufeng, but with a swift motion, Liufeng sent out over ten flying daggers. The underlings, caught off guard, were instantly struck down by the daggers before they could react.
"I want your life; these little shrimp can't stop me." Liufeng said coldly. Facing Black Tiger's swinging machete, he remained calm and deflected it with his small dagger before lunging at Black Tiger.
Black Tiger stepped back two paces and swung his axe again at Liufeng. Liufeng skillfully blocked with his dagger while closing in on Black Tiger, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.
"Damn... it seems like I'm at a disadvantage here?" Black Tiger thought in confusion. It was clear he was the one attacking while Liufeng was defending, yet why did it feel like Liufeng was the one attacking and he was the one defending?
In reality, Black Tiger was indeed the attacker; however, as Liufeng blocked, he gradually closed the distance, causing Black Tiger to involuntarily step back.
When one approaches an opponent while they are attacking, it usually leads to being trapped in an endless assault. Yet Liufeng was unafraid. Capable individuals often act recklessly; they do not follow conventional methods but instead employ strategies that others would not consider.
While others might see this as a dangerous approach, he aimed to close in on Black Tiger. He wanted to convey to Black Tiger that he did not care about his attacks, but that Black Tiger must be concerned about his own.
If someone lacked ability, this would clearly be a path to death.
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