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The Silver Wolf's arrival clearly disrupted the thirty or so people present, who quickly pulled out the Machetes they had hidden in the corners and rushed out. Leading them was Little Cannon, a young subordinate of Zombie. Despite his youthful appearance, he had enough ferocity and courage.
Standing at the front of the crowd, Little Cannon brandished a Machete and shouted at the Silver Wolf, "Damn it! What do you think this place is? You think you can just come in here and smash things? I suggest you get lost quickly. If Zombie Bro comes back, you'll regret it."
"How old are you, kid? Have you lost your mind? I'm here to cause trouble, and I don't care if you're with Zombie or not. I'm going to wreck this place today," the Silver Wolf said as he snatched a baseball bat from one of his subordinates. The young man innocently muttered, "Wolf... Big Brother, they all have Machetes. How am I supposed to play if you take my bat?"
"Get out of here and keep watch. If the Officer shows up, shout," the Silver Wolf waved his hand dismissively. The excited subordinate quickly ran outside, while the others secretly envied him, wondering why the boss didn't take their bats.
The Silver Wolf smiled—though no one could see it—and said, "We're all armed with baseball bats, and you guys are just holding Machetes. Who are you trying to scare? Brothers, teach them a lesson!"
With that, the Silver Wolf moved swiftly, leaping forward with his bat in hand. His subordinates followed him fearlessly.
"Cut down these blind fools who dare to mess with our Little Green Society! They must be tired of living!" Little Cannon summoned his courage as he charged at the Silver Wolf with his Machete.
As the two sides clashed, the other guests took the opportunity to flee. The Silver Wolf didn't care; his mission was to ruin Sito Hai's casino. As for money and valuables, they were secondary.
Despite his youth, Little Cannon had made it this far for a reason. He possessed the boldness expected of a small leader. His strikes were fierce and relentless; although his technique was chaotic, there was a certain ferocity in his disorder.
"Hey, not bad for a kid! Do you practice often?" The Silver Wolf found it interesting to see Little Cannon's fierce expression and lethal intent behind each strike; it was clear he had trained hard.
Little Cannon didn't respond; he focused intently on fighting. For a moment, the Silver Wolf found himself unable to handle him directly and had no choice but to engage in a contest of strength. The bat clashed against the blade; though there were no sparks flying, there was a resounding clang.
Inside the casino, it felt like new instruments were playing a haunting melody from the underworld—a requiem for lost souls. The end of the music would signal death.
"Is that all you've got? Show me what else you can do!" The Silver Wolf grew impatient as he unleashed more force into his strikes. He knocked aside Little Cannon's Machete, kicked him back, and then charged after him. "I don't have time to play around."
"Damn your whole family! You think I want to play with you?" Anger surged within Little Cannon, who raised his Machete again and lunged at the Silver Wolf with a powerful downward slash aimed to cleave him in two.
The Silver Wolf frowned and blocked with his bat held above his head. This time, Little Cannon seized the opportunity; gripping his Machete with both hands, he pressed down hard, using his body weight to try to overpower the Silver Wolf's arm.
Silver Wolf was not someone to be easily defeated. He immediately kicked at Little Cannon's lower body, but Little Cannon's defense was strong; his leg only twisted slightly from the impact. Silver Wolf attacked again with his leg, and this time, Little Cannon actively responded with a kick of his own.
At that moment, Silver Wolf and Little Cannon were engaged in a battle of strength with their upper bodies while their lower bodies were locked in a leg contest. It was clear that Little Cannon had trained in Muay Thai, as his leg strength was not inferior to that of Silver Wolf, the Black Market Boxer.
"Die!"
One of Little Cannon's subordinates seized an opportunity and attempted to deliver a fatal blow to Silver Wolf while he was unguarded. However, Silver Wolf's keen sense of danger detected the situation, and he quickly kicked out towards Little Cannon, forcing him to retreat.
Just as the subordinate swung his knife down and Little Cannon charged forward with his own weapon, Silver Wolf leaned back at an appropriate angle and swung his baseball bat in a wide arc, repelling both the subordinate and Little Cannon's attacks. He immediately tried to stand upright.
But Little Cannon reacted faster, landing a kick to Silver Wolf's abdomen. Silver Wolf was sent flying backward, crashing into the subordinate behind him, causing both to fall. Fortunately for Silver Wolf, he did not hit the ground hard because he landed on the subordinate.
The subordinate, pinned under Silver Wolf, seemed oblivious to the pain and moved his machete as if to take Silver Wolf's life. Yet Silver Wolf would not give him that chance; he delivered an elbow strike to the subordinate's head.
Little Cannon rushed in again, swinging his knife downwards. Silver Wolf steadied himself and quickly executed a sweeping kick that knocked Little Cannon down. He then pounced on him, pinning Little Cannon's hand down and delivering a heavy punch to his wrist, causing the machete to fall away.
"Ah!"
Due to the pain in his wrist, Little Cannon couldn't help but shout out. He then swung his other fist at Silver Wolf, but the attack was ineffective. After blocking it with one hand, Silver Wolf struck swiftly with a punch to Little Cannon's nose.
The punch was powerful, and the immediate wave of pain left Little Cannon dazed.
"Ah..."
Silver Wolf now resembled a bloodthirsty wolf, relentlessly pummeling Little Cannon's face with one punch after another until Little Cannon was left disoriented. Only then did Silver Wolf stop. He looked around and seemed to realize that victory was on his side.
Slowly standing upright, Silver Wolf picked up the baseball bat, gripping it tightly. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he swung the bat down hard onto Little Cannon's forehead before finally ceasing his assault.
Around, the members of Little Cannon were still desperately holding their ground. Silver Wolf tightened his grip on the baseball bat and charged forward, striking down anyone he encountered on their backs, foreheads, and shoulders.
Without their leader, these individuals' fighting ability had plummeted. Silver Wolf easily dispatched them. As he saw that most of them were already down, he turned to one of his subordinates and said, "Alright, stop hitting. Let's grab the money and get out of here; I estimate the Officer will be arriving soon."
After Silver Wolf and his team finished looting the casino, they immediately retreated.
...
In the conference hall of the Little Green Society headquarters.
The hall was filled with the big shots of the Little Green Society. At the head of the table sat a middle-aged man, solid as a mountain. The malice emanating from his brow indicated that he was not a good person. His formal suit could not conceal the bloodthirsty aura surrounding him; this man was Zhuge Sheng, the current leader of the Little Green Society.
Zhuge Sheng toyed with the Jade Dragon Ring on his finger, staring at the noisy leaders of the Little Green Society below him. He did not say a word and allowed them to bicker amongst themselves as he contemplated something in silence.
Yet in his gaze burned an unidentifiable rage that no one could decipher. No one knew what Zhuge Sheng was thinking or how he would handle these matters.
The three major district leaders of the Little Green Society—He Yunsong, Yang Fan, and Sito Hai—were also silent, but it was evident that Sito Hai was brewing with anger, and no one dared to touch this powder keg.
Since the situation did not involve Yang Fan and He Yunsong's interests, they naturally felt unconcerned and even thought it was good to suppress Sito Hai's growing ambition over recent years.
Finally, someone could no longer hold back and stood up. This person was Li Chengxu, nicknamed Evil Ghost, an outer leader of the Little Green Society. With a surge of anger, he addressed Zhuge Sheng: "Boss, I can't swallow this anger. We are all part of the Little Green Society; shouldn't we share both benefits and burdens? A while ago, Big Brother Hai insisted that I join him in the White Powder business. You know I'm just a small leader; I barely make any money in a year, all of which I invested. But yesterday Big Brother Hai told me that our White Powder operation got busted, and my money went down the drain."
Bang!
Sito Hai slammed his palm on the table in fury, standing up to point at Evil Ghost and shouted, "Damn you, Evil Ghost! It was you who begged me to include you back then! Now that things have gone south, you want to dump all this crap on me? Do you want your whole family to end up on the streets?"
Evil Ghost felt somewhat intimidated by Sito Hai's furious reaction. He tried to maintain a tough facade but couldn't meet Sito Hai's gaze; instead, he glanced around aimlessly and said, "I don't care; you need to give me an explanation about the White Powder business. If Big Brother Hai wants to bully me because I'm small, then I consider myself unlucky."
Hearing this, Sito Hai became even angrier. He kicked the table, causing it to shake. Those who were leaning against it quickly moved away, fearing they might provoke Sito Hai.
"What’s wrong with using power to bully the weak? Evil Ghost, you’re talking nonsense! If you anger me, I’ll wipe out your entire family tonight!"
The meeting room descended into chaos. Zhuge Sheng could no longer remain silent and said in a deep voice, "A Hai, calm down. Everyone needs to calm down. Evil Ghost, the profits from the White Powder trade are substantial, but so are the risks. Since you entrusted your money to A Hai, if something goes wrong, you can’t turn around and bite him back. Am I right?"
"You're right, you're right," Evil Ghost repeatedly agreed.
The leaders of the Little Green Society stood by Sito Hai's side. As an insignificant outsider, Evil Ghost dared not oppose them and could only accept his fate.
"Alright, everyone listen to me. I know many of you have been affected by recent events, but this is not A Hai's fault. The one who suffered the most is him. His direct subordinates, over two hundred bandits, were burned and killed; three hundred Zombies are still sitting in jail; his bars have been smashed; his casinos have been looted; and in our joint White Powder business, A Hai has suffered the greatest losses."
He Yunsong smiled slightly and said, "The leader is correct; Big Brother Hai has suffered the most losses. But who can we blame? Isn’t it because Big Brother Hai tolerated others for too long?"
"He Yunsong, you little bastard! What nonsense are you spouting?" Sito Hai glared at He Yunsong, pointing at him. He had begun to suspect He Yunsong was involved in all these troubles, and now He Yunsong's words only deepened his doubts.
"Isn't that the case? As far as I know, the gang that tarnished our Little Green Society's reputation is called 'Yihun,' led by someone named Mo Ming. I’m sure Big Brother Hai remembers that night when over a hundred of you chased them up and down the mountains!" He Yunsong smirked slightly and addressed everyone: "Your losses are all because Big Brother Hai was too imposing and angered the leaders of outside gangs!"
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