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At the same time that the police in Sanpan City were holding a meeting, core members of the Hong Gang were attending an emergency meeting at headquarters. The room was filled with high-ranking officials from the Hong Gang, and Yin Jiu was sitting in an armchair covered with tiger skin, his anger barely concealed.
To Yin Jiu's right sat the Hall Masters of the Three Halls: Wen Bao, Black Tiger, and Mourning Lion. The person closest to Yin Jiu was Wen Bao, indicating that he was highly valued by Yin Jiu.
This was not surprising, as Wen Bao was a trusted confidant whom Yin Jiu had supported. If he did not trust him, who else would he trust? Of course, whether Yin Jiu truly trusted Wen Bao was something only he knew.
To Yin Jiu's left sat capable subordinates of the Hong Gang, including his own warriors and elites from the Three Halls. The actions initiated by Mo Ming that evening had caused significant economic losses for the Hong Gang; many companies were left in ruins due to bombings, and restoring them would require substantial funds.
"Mourning Lion, I heard you were attacked on your way here. Is your arm injury alright?" Yin Jiu asked with concern, looking at Mourning Lion. Even though he did not particularly like Mourning Lion, showing concern for subordinates was essential for establishing a leader's charisma.
"Thank you for your concern, Boss Yin. This little injury won't kill me. Those bastards dared to oppose us at Hong Gang; if we don't take some action, they'll think we're soft and can bully us!" Mourning Lion said through gritted teeth while clutching his arm that had been hastily bandaged with torn clothing.
His injury was not severe; the bullet had merely grazed his skin without embedding itself in his arm. Mourning Lion seemed to understand the implications of the "attack," which is why he pretended to be quite furious.
It must be said that Mourning Lion's expression was spot on, displaying a level of acting worthy of an award-winning actor, making it impossible to find any hint of insincerity. No wonder Mo Ming said that Mourning Lion was not simple; his depth made him hard to gauge.
"It's good that you're fine. Tonight's events were truly unexpected. The other side had premeditated plans while we were completely unaware. By the time things happened, we were left scrambling," Yin Jiu remarked, raising an eyebrow as he turned to a balding man in his thirties and said in a deep voice, "Vulture..."
The man referred to as Vulture trembled at the mention of his name and could no longer sit still; he quickly knelt down with a mournful expression and said, "Boss, I know this is my fault, but I hope you can give me another chance. I promise I will find out who is opposing us at Hong Gang."
"A chance?" Yin Jiu sneered. "I remember giving you a chance last time. The Hong Gang has been bombed before today; I told you to pay attention to movements in Sanpan City recently, yet you failed to do so. When they came for us, you didn't notice at all."
"Boss, please consider my contributions to Hong Gang and let me off this time. I promise it won't happen again..." Vulture said quickly as he noticed a cold light flash in Yin Jiu's eyes and bowed his head in apology.
He was responsible for monitoring activities in Sanpan City and was supposed to report any suspicious individuals immediately. Last time when Liufeng caused trouble, Yin Jiu had spared him due to his previous contributions. However, after such a significant incident occurred now, there was no way Yin Jiu would let him off easily this time.
A flash of Cold Light appeared, and before many could react, Vulture's eyes widened in shock as a line of blood appeared on his neck. He slowly collapsed to the ground, unable to even scream in pain.
"Useless trash, just wasting air by being alive. Dying would waste land too; it's better to end it with a single stroke and feed the dogs. How ridiculous to think you deserved another chance!"
At that moment, Wen Bao held a small curved knife with a bit of blood on it, a sinister smile creeping at the corner of his mouth. In an instant, Vulture's life had been taken by Wen Bao's blade.
This scene shocked many; Wen Bao's speed was astonishingly fast. Among those present, except for Yin Jiu, everyone's pupils slightly dilated.
Before today, members of Hong Gang, including Mourning Lion and Black Tiger, thought of Wen Bao as merely a capable scholar. But now it seemed he possessed terrifying skills that made others tremble.
Mourning Lion felt fortunate for his caution. Many times when Wen Bao and Black Tiger teamed up against him, he had considered hiring an assassin to kill Wen Bao. Now it seemed that not hiring an assassin was the right choice.
Wen Bao's abilities were too frightening; even Mourning Lion himself wouldn't dare claim he could take on Wen Bao. If he rashly sent an assassin after him and the attempt failed, Wen Bao would have justifiable reasons to eliminate him.
"Wen Bao, you acted too impulsively. Dealing with someone like this exposes your abilities; it's the act of a fool. Well, I don't want to hear the wails of a loser. It seems tonight's events have truly angered you," Yin Jiu sighed helplessly. Wen Bao's skills were something Yin Jiu had asked him to conceal for the sake of catching others off guard in the future.
"I'm sorry. Hearing about what happened tonight felt like a hard slap to my face. They blew up Hong Gang's territory, but I feel like my dignity has been trampled," Wen Bao admitted, realizing he had acted too rashly.
He had endured for many years, and now he was willing to reveal his skills mainly because tonight's events had completely infuriated him. A man cares deeply about his dignity, especially a capable one.
Clearly, Wen Bao saw himself as a capable man who only trampled on others' dignity and never suffered such indignities himself. This made him furious.
Mo Ming and others' actions tonight were akin to delivering a hard slap to Hong Gang and to him personally; how could Wen Bao endure such humiliation?
"There's no need to say sorry. I understand how you feel, but I hope you can control your emotions in the future and not let them lead you around. Otherwise, one day, you will be consumed by your own emotions," Yin Jiu said calmly.
Despite his seemingly indifferent expression, Yin Jiu was filled with anger inside; he was simply able to endure it. His rage transformed into a hidden killing intent in his eyes.
Black Tiger was a burly man with a face full of fury, shaking with anger. He was extremely furious; sixty percent of the venue destroyed in tonight's explosion belonged to him, which directly resulted in significant financial losses.
He exhaled heavily, slammed his palm onto the table beside the armchair, and stood up abruptly. With fierce eyes like a tiger, he looked at everyone present and lamented, "Tonight, my losses are the greatest, and of course, my losses are also Hong Gang's losses. This time, we must make those bastards pay dearly!"
"Black Tiger is right; those guys have gone too far by openly declaring war on Hong Gang. If we don't teach them a harsh lesson, not only will our brothers be dissatisfied, but people on the streets will definitely laugh at our incompetence!"
"Yes, let's take them down!"
...
Black Tiger ignited the anger of the Hong Gang members present. Everyone chimed in, gritting their teeth and expressing that they would not let Mo Ming and the others off easily; they would ensure they were torn to pieces and fed to the dogs.
Yin Jiu raised his hands to calm them down. "I understand your feelings. Like you, I am furious at those bastards who openly declared war on Hong Gang. The purpose of this meeting is to discuss how to deal with them."
Seeing their leader speak, everyone dared not say more. The entire conference room fell silent; it was so quiet that even a pin dropping could be heard.
"The ones who blew up our Hong Gang venue are most likely sent by the Little Green Society. As for who it was, I'm not sure. However, judging by their swift and secretive actions, they are definitely elite," Yin Jiu said as he walked to the center. "Black Tiger—"
Black Tiger immediately responded, "Leader, just tell us what you need from Tiger Hall. No matter who they are, I swear to God that if I don't take them down, I'll kill myself."
"Ha ha. Black Tiger, I believe in your capabilities," Yin Jiu smiled and nodded, patting Black Tiger's shoulder. "However, I don't want you to be too careless; after all, they are not small fry. If you're not careful, it could lead to significant losses. You instruct everyone in Tiger Hall to mobilize and search for their whereabouts."
"I understand." Black Tiger nodded and assured, "Rest assured, Dragon Head, I will make sure the brothers search thoroughly. Even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I will ensure they have nowhere to hide!"
"Very good, I need capable people like you." Yin Jiu nodded in satisfaction, his gaze sweeping past Mourning Lion and landing directly on Wen Leopard, his mouth just slightly opening.
Seeing this, Mourning Lion stepped in first, saying, "Dragon Head. That bunch of scoundrels tried to ambush me, and I nearly lost my life because of it. This matter cannot be left unresolved. You must assign us from Lion Hall a front-line task."
Front-line? What a joke. This was completely impossible. Mourning Lion wasn't foolish; it was undoubtedly Mo Ming's gang behind this. Those on the front line would surely meet an early demise.
After tonight's events, Mourning Lion had already come to a clear conclusion in his heart. He volunteered not only to ease Yin Jiu's wariness towards him but also so that when the tables turned, Yin Jiu wouldn't be the first to suspect him.
"Mourning Lion, you are already injured," Yin Jiu said with a smile as he stared at Mourning Lion. In fact, Yin Jiu was somewhat puzzled by Mourning Lion's eagerness, but thinking about how Mourning Lion had nearly been assassinated that night made him dismiss any further thoughts.
"A real man can handle this little injury; it's just like a mosquito bite, nothing serious!" Mourning Lion insisted. "I believe the brothers from Lion Hall also want to take on the front line. Dragon Head, please give us from Lion Hall a good mission."
"Alright." Yin Jiu thought for a moment and smiled, "Since you insist, I can't refuse to assign you work. Lion Hall will be responsible for supporting Tiger Hall."
"Supporting? That's not a front-line task! Dragon Head, why don't we let Tiger Hall handle support while we from Lion Hall take the front line? I guarantee we can do it better than Tiger Hall!" Mourning Lion's tone was filled with disdain as he spoke, his eyes glancing provocatively at Black Tiger, the implication clear.
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