Huang Feihu gritted his teeth at the sight of the familiar black-clad men. It was because of these very men that he had been driven to complete ruin today. Perhaps emboldened by the number of people backing him, his courage surged as he pointed angrily at the opposite side and shouted, "You again!"
"Big Head Brother! They're the ones who got my shop shut down and swindled me out of two hundred grand!"
Big Head Brother was deeply conflicted at the moment. Truth be told, this was the first time he had encountered a gang with such an imposing presence—uniformed, their aura no less intimidating than the mobs he'd seen in Hong Kong movies or foreign films.
The handful of men under his command would barely be enough to serve as a snack for these guys. Sure, they had numbers on their side tonight, but most of them were just hired hands. Even if they managed to hold their ground tonight, what about later? Could he withstand the retaliation if they came back for revenge?
None of the local toughs present stood a chance against the Wanlong Society in a one-on-one fight. That was exactly why he had stood by and watched as the guy who stabbed him in the back—Old Six—was dragged away without lifting a finger. Because he was genuinely afraid of provoking their wrath.
In contrast, his subordinate Huang Feihu was far bolder now. Maybe it was because he knew he was doomed to bankruptcy anyway, so he was ready to go all out for revenge against these black-clad men before making a run for it. Worst case, he’d just leave this place for good.
"Big Head Brother!" Huang Feihu yelled impatiently when Big Head Brother remained silent.
Just as Big Head Brother was racking his brain for a way to defuse the situation, Qiao Yong stepped forward with a sinister smirk.
"Big Head Brother, don’t tell me you’re chickening out now. You might not have many men, but you’ve got us! Do you really think you can still settle this peacefully? It’s too late! The Wanlong Society is clearly an invading force here to take over our turf. If we let them go tonight, they’ll come for us one by one tomorrow!"
"Don’t tell me you’re naive enough to think they’ll spare you?"
Big Head Brother instantly grasped his meaning. "Qiao Yong, are you saying they’re aiming to swallow up the entire university district?"
"Glad you’re not completely stupid."
"If you pay up, we’ll go all out tonight—help you get your revenge and wipe out the Wanlong Society’s threat in one go. Otherwise, none of us will have a peaceful future."
Qiao Yong turned and shouted to the other bosses, "You’ve all been holding down the university district for years. Are you really going to let some outsiders walk all over you?"
His words struck a chord with Xiao Bin, Xie Dong, and the other street bosses, including Liu Hao—who was hiding at the back, too afraid to show his face.
Liu Hao, in particular, agreed wholeheartedly. Hadn’t his own men been absorbed by the Wanlong Society before?
Soon, Qiao Yong had swayed most of them.
Only Xiao Bin hesitated before finally withdrawing from the fight with his men.
This only made Liu Hao even more conflicted.
Should he run?
Or fight?
Just then, Liu Yutong’s phone vibrated. She glanced at the message, her eyes narrowing slightly before whispering something to Yun Cheng beside her.
Understanding her intent, Yun Cheng scanned the crowd behind Qiao Yong like a hawk, searching for familiar faces. Hua Muying had just sent intel—the Yi Lian Society had secretly planted two enforcers among the crowd, along with over a dozen gang members.
Their goal was clear: target Liu Yutong. The two enforcers were meant to tie down Yun Cheng and Ji Yu, buying time for the others to strike at Liu Yutong in the chaos.
With this information, Liu Yutong already had a plan.
Clearly, the Yi Lian Society had no idea she had another fighter on her side—Chu Yang.
So, she ordered Yun Cheng and Ji Yu to engage while keeping Chu Yang close for protection.
"Don’t worry, leave the young lady to me. No one will lay a finger on her," Chu Yang declared, thumping his chest.
Yun Cheng nodded. He had full confidence in Chu Yang’s skills.
Right on cue, Ma Da stepped forward with a megaphone.
Screech—screech—
After a few bursts of static, Ma Da tested the mic. "Testing, testing—"
Once satisfied, he abruptly aimed the megaphone at the opposing side and roared,
"Kill them all!"
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh!
In an instant, the Wanlong Society members simultaneously drew their batons.
Nearly two hundred men brandishing batons at once—the sheer intimidation of it sent a shockwave through the three hundred-odd thugs on the other side.
"We can’t let them dominate!" Qiao Yong bellowed. "Charge!"
In a flash—
A chaotic tide of mismatched clothing clashed against a disciplined wave of black uniforms, like two raging rivers colliding.
The street erupted into bedlam, the air thick with shouts and the clamor of battle.
Yun Cheng and Ji Yu each locked onto their respective opponents—the Yi Lian Society’s elite enforcers, Pan Xing’s strongest fighters.
Zhou Feng, the "Wolf Fang," and Wu Jie, the "Black Panther."
Zhou Feng faced Yun Cheng, his blood boiling with excitement. "Yun Cheng, I’ve waited a long time for this! The gang says you’re the Yi Lian Society’s top enforcer of the new generation. Let’s see if you live up to the hype!"
"Prove who’s really the strongest!"
Yun Cheng ignored the taunt, simply lowering his stance into a combat-ready position. As Zhou Feng lunged, Yun Cheng met him head-on, swinging his baton with precision.
After over a dozen exchanges, neither had gained the upper hand.
But a closer look would reveal Yun Cheng’s steady breathing, while Zhou Feng’s was already ragged.
"Heh..." Zhou Feng forced a sneer. "With skills like yours, you’re content being a woman’s lapdog?"
"You talk too much."
Yun Cheng’s eyes flashed coldly as he pressed the attack.
While Zhou Feng’s fight with Yun Cheng was relatively even, Wu Jie—the "Black Panther"—was in for a rude awakening against Ji Yu.
His steel pipe struck Ji Yu’s body, yet the giant man didn’t even flinch. Instead, Ji Yu scratched his back where he’d been hit, his simple face scrunched in confusion. "Huh? My ma hits harder than that."
Wu Jie had never been so insulted. His face flushed red with rage as he attacked again.
At just 5’7", Wu Jie was dwarfed by Ji Yu’s massive frame, but he made up for it with agility. Ji Yu struggled to land a hit, taking a few blows himself—though they might as well have been love taps.
But if Wu Jie slipped up just once, Ji Yu’s fist would spell disaster.
As Wu Jie circled behind for another cheap shot, Ji Yu finally reacted. Spinning around, he threw a punch with such force that even when Wu Jie blocked with his pipe, the steel rod bent in half, and Wu Jie himself was sent flying.
"Damn it!" Zhou Feng's eyes burned with fury at the sight of his fallen comrade. He barked orders at the gang members, "Forget the others—take down that woman first!"
The gangsters immediately surged toward Liu Yutong's position.
Amid the chaos of hundreds clashing, closing in on her proved alarmingly easy.
Yet just five steps from their target, every one of them froze mid-stride.
The girl who had stood motionless until now... was smiling at them?
Before they could process it, a buzz-cut man with chiseled features materialized beside her. He ripped off his shirt, revealing bronzed muscles that gleamed like tempered steel under the streetlights.
"In such a hurry to die? Let me speed you along."
