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"Black Tiger, the local dogs over at Mighty Dragon Street have run into a group of people and are currently in a fierce fight. The other side has about twenty people, all quite skilled, and our three hundred men are struggling to hold up," one of the underlings said after receiving a phone call, his expression changing as he hurriedly approached Black Tiger.
Black Tiger's eyes flashed with fierce light as he tightened his grip on the axe and jumped down from the roof of the car, sprinting towards Mighty Dragon Street. "Keep up! Damn it, we must take out those bastards tonight! Notify the brothers near Mighty Dragon Street to surround them; I want them with nowhere to run!"
"Yes!" A group of Hong Gang brothers armed with machetes followed Black Tiger's lead, marching towards Mighty Dragon Street.
At the same time, the forces from Tiger Hall nearby also rushed towards Mighty Dragon Street upon receiving the news.
Mighty Dragon Street.
A group of underlings dressed in black uniforms, each with a tiger emblem embroidered on their right arms, surrounded more than twenty people. Despite Hong Gang having the numerical advantage, all the bodies lying on Mighty Tiger Street belonged to Tiger Hall. The twenty or so individuals charged through like real tigers, leaving Tiger Hall members falling to the ground wherever they went.
"Red Ghost, Qian Cheng, you take care of the back; I'll handle the front. The rest of you cover other sides. There aren't too many opponents; if we really get into it, we can definitely take them down. However, Officer and other Hong Gang members are probably on their way here, so let's break through quickly and regroup at the designated location!" Poisonous Madness led the charge, wielding a machete taken from a Hong Gang brother and carving a path forward.
"Old Poison, slow down! Damn it, you're about to kill off my share!" Crocodile followed closely behind with his massive frame, gripping his machete tightly and slicing through any Hong Gang brothers blocking their way. Crocodile was incredibly strong; every strike shattered bones, and both of his sharp machetes were bending from the force.
Red Ghost and Qian Cheng were covering their rear.
Red Ghost and Poisonous Madness were new forces cultivated in Nanhua City known as "Righteous Souls," while Qian Cheng was an old member seasoned by countless battles in Africa. All three were highly skilled and worked together seamlessly. Just these three managed to keep the pursuing Hong Gang brothers at bay.
Looking around, the entire Mighty Tiger Street was filled with dark figures. The local dog leading the Hong Gang Tiger Hall brothers stood aside, watching in horror as those twenty or so individuals killed mercilessly. "These guys are truly terrifying; good thing I didn't rush in; otherwise, I would have been on the ground in no time."
The local dog felt frustrated; initially wanting to prove himself by taking down enemies when encountering Poisonous Madness and others, he hesitated upon seeing how formidable their opponents were.
As he saw that the enemy was about to break through their encirclement, he could no longer contain himself and hurriedly signaled to his nearby brothers. He feared that if he didn't act quickly enough, he would end up taking all the blame.
"Brother Dog, I've already notified Black Tiger. He's bringing people over and told us that no matter what it takes, we must keep them here; otherwise..." one underling said hesitantly.
The local dog slammed his fist against that underling's head angrily and shouted, "Damn it! Otherwise what? Don't keep me in suspense; tell me what Black Tiger said!"
"Yes, yes! Black Tiger said if we can't hold them back, then your head won't be safe either..." The underling replied nervously. He was afraid of offending the local dog by saying too much.
As a subordinate, the greatest difficulty lies in being caught between superiors and their superiors. Offending either side would surely bring misfortune. A qualified subordinate always knows how to go with the flow.
Sure enough, after hearing this, the Dog slapped him hard and said, "Damn it, the opponent is so fierce that even if we all die, we might not be able to hold them back."
"Exactly," the subordinate innocently rubbed his face in agreement.
"Since we're going to die anyway, we might as well fight back; who knows, we might even survive." The Dog thought for a moment and ultimately decided to go all out. "Brothers, Black Tiger has spoken. No matter what, we must hold these people back; otherwise, none of us will have a good outcome. Follow me!"
The Dog tore off a piece of cloth from his shirt and bound the Machete to his right hand, charging forward with a furious expression. After all, he was a small leader of Hong Gang Tiger Hall and not someone who feared death. Now that the arrow was on the string, he had no choice but to act.
"Hmph. I thought this guy would just watch from the sidelines. Good timing; you better not compete with me for this person's head!" Qian Cheng licked his lips with his crimson tongue.
He had been watching the Dog for a long time. If it weren't for the unfavorable situation, he would have rushed in to take down the Dog without hesitation. Now that the Dog finally dared to charge forward, Qian Cheng's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Do as you wish," Nü replied simply.
In the midst of their conversation, Nü cut down several Hong Gang Brothers who attempted to pursue them. It wasn't that the Hong Gang subordinates were incompetent; rather, Nü and his companions were simply too strong. Even if they relied on their numbers to bully fewer opponents, it was akin to a group of kindergarten children trying to attack an adult—completely mismatched.
"You didn't come here to seek death, did you?" Qian Cheng smiled sinisterly at the approaching Dog.
A man can be killed but not humiliated; the Dog was also a man with pride. Seeing how disdainfully they treated him ignited a fire within him. He swung his Machete and charged forward: "I'll send your whole family to the crematorium! Stop showing off here; if you have the ability, take down all twenty thousand of us Hong Gang brothers!"
"I'm not that capable; taking down twenty thousand people is unlikely." Qian Cheng smiled lightly before suddenly grinning wickedly. He raised his right hand, and the Machete shot out like lightning. "But taking you down is definitely possible."
Clang!
Qian Cheng's Machete collided violently with the Dog's Machete. The Dog felt as if he had hit an iron plate; his arm instantly went numb, and he staggered backward several steps.
"No wonder he's so arrogant; he's quite skilled. If I were to face him one-on-one, my head would probably no longer belong to me." The Dog was secretly astonished.
After just one exchange, he was thoroughly intimidated by Qian Cheng. He knew very well that if it weren't for the Hong Gang Brothers nearby, Qian Cheng would definitely have charged at him while he was retreating. At that moment, he would only have one way out—death.
"Ha ha. Do you still have the guts to charge forward? I can guarantee that with the next strike, you won't die but you'll definitely be injured. If you don't believe me, feel free to give it a try." Qian Cheng wanted to take down the mutt, but he wouldn't leave his team to do so; this wasn't the time for impulsive actions. He needed to ensure the safety of his team's rear first.
"Enough with the nonsense. Our reinforcements are already on their way. No matter how strong you think you are, there's no way you're getting out of here. I'll just enjoy watching you get killed," the mutt retorted.
The mutt indeed didn't dare to advance any further and could only slowly follow behind. As long as he could hold back the opponent, his mission would be accomplished. Black Tiger didn't want his life; once this was over, he could continue to bully others, chase girls, and live his life.
"Cowardly as a mouse," Qian Cheng sneered. "But I suppose that's your only redeeming quality—being afraid of death. They say those who fear death don't die easily."
The mutt's expression darkened as he shouted at his underlings beside him, "Stop standing around like idiots! Get in there and kill them! We've taken down so many of them; they must be tired. Take advantage of their fatigue and finish them off!"
"Easy for you to say. If they were that easy to take down, would you even let us have a chance to earn some merit?" This was the unspoken thought of all the Tiger Hall underlings, but they dared not voice it. After all, the mutt was their boss; offending him would mean living in hell from then on. But facing hellish messengers on the other side meant certain death as well, leaving them in a state of inner turmoil.
Seeing how terrified the mutt was hiding at the back, Qian Cheng dropped his intention to eliminate him and focused on protecting his team's rear. Just then, a voice beside him said lightly, "I find his words quite unpleasant. Go take him down; I'll give you three strikes' worth of time. I'll protect our rear with all my strength."
The simple words carried an undeniable dominance.
"Ha ha. You said it yourself. You better ensure our rear is well protected!" Qian Cheng smiled knowingly and shot forward, his machete slicing through the air in several arcs, taking down the Hong Gang Brothers blocking his path as he charged straight for the mutt. "It only takes two strikes to deal with such trash; if it takes more than that, it's simply self-degradation."
The mutt's heart sank as he urged his underlings beside him, "Stop him! Don't let him get close!"
"It's too late!" Qian Cheng's voice rang out powerfully as he sliced through two Hong Gang Brothers' throats like a whirlwind and appeared right in front of the mutt.
At that moment, no one could come to support the mutt in time.
"One strike." Qian Cheng spun his machete and brought it down from above with overwhelming force, exuding an unstoppable sharpness aimed directly at the mutt.
The mutt raised his sword to block the attack.
However, Qian Cheng's force was too great; although the mutt managed to block one strike, his arm went numb from the impact, causing him to half-kneel on the ground. Qian Cheng's swordsmanship was far beyond what a mere street thug could match.
With one strike down, the mutt's vulnerabilities were laid bare.
"Two strikes." Qian Cheng's words fell, not giving the mutt any chance to react, and with a swift motion, he pierced through the mutt's neck.
Splash!
Blood sprayed everywhere—on Qian Cheng, on the ground, and on the nearby lackeys, all drenched in the mutt's blood.
The mutt's round head rolled on the ground, coming to a stop far away, causing the lackeys to step back in fright. They had seen many dead bodies before; it wasn't that they were afraid of death, but seeing their leader's head severed only intensified their fear.
"Too easy. Two strikes were a mercy." Qian Cheng grinned wickedly and immediately charged towards the enemy again. With his bold and fierce knife techniques, he quickly returned to his original position.
"You’re injured." Qian Cheng noticed a new cut on Nü's arm.
"It's nothing," Nü replied lightly.
Suddenly, with Qian Cheng's absence, the burden on Nü and Red Ghost increased significantly. The enemy was numerous and chaotic, and Nü got hit without noticing. However, he didn't think much of it; it was a man's promise that he would fulfill even at the cost of his life.
"My good brother, when we get back, I must drink with you!" Qian Cheng felt a growing fondness for this cold man named Nü.
"Sure," Nü said. "If we make it back."
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