影院西瓜影院

Chapter 15: Not Easy

The envoy was stunned.

This guy clearly wanted to hit me but still meticulously found a reason.

"Just wait, your death will be in two days." The envoy nursed his face as he angrily spat out a threat and left.

Li Xiaofei looked at Chu Tiankuo and other Cloudy Sky Gang experts and said, "Ask the brothers to pay attention to safety for the next two days. If the Blackblood Gang causes trouble, don\'t insist on defending territory. Staying alive is the most important thing."

Many experts from the Cloudy Sky Gang breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. Gratitude shone in their eyes when they looked at Li Xiaofei. He obviously had no intention of using them as cannon fodder in a deadly battle.

Third Hall Master Chu Tiankuo hesitated and said, "If we lose our territory and assets, the gang won\'t be able to sustain itself, and everyone will starve to death."

"No worries, I\'ve got everything under control," Li Xiaofei said. He added, "By the way, have someone keep an eye on Guang’an neighborhood. If there\'s any movement, notify me immediately."

He turned and walked back to the office to continue his closed-door cultivation.

***

Two days later, at Memorial Square.

The Martial God Arena battle was about to begin. The executive members of the seven major societies in the slums all arrived, such as the top brass of the Cloudy Sky Gang, the Blackblood Gang, the Moon Manor Gang, the Sewage Plant Gang, the Little Knife Gang, the Thunderfire Gang, and the Dragon Fang Gang.

The leaders of the Moon Manor Gang, the Sewage Plant Gang, and the Little Knife Gang had long fallen under Dugu Que’s control and chose to submit and be absorbed by the Blackblood Gang.

At this moment, the former leaders of the Moon Manor Gang, Hong Jiusheng, the Sewage Plant Gang, Xie Jing, and the Little Knife Gang, Zhuang Huiyuan, had all exchanged their faction attire for the Blackblood Gang\'s black uniforms. They led their respective subordinates and stood behind Dugu Yilong. The three of them had blank expressions, so it was unclear what they were thinking.

"Haha, Manager Chen, have your injuries healed?" Dugu Yilong confidently glanced at Chen Wenxian, the general manager of the Thunderfire Gang, and said, "If you really can\'t stand, don\'t force yourself. Find a wheelchair to sit down on."

"There’s no need for you to worry. I\'m standing very steadily now," replied Chen Wenxian. He glanced at his left leg, which had been fitted with a mechanical prosthesis.

His eyes revealed a hint of resentment. Three days ago, his left leg was cut off by Dugu Que\'s sword. For a martial artist, this injury was equivalent to cutting off his path of cultivation.

Dugu Yilong grew even more pleased and said, "My son said that you\'ll be eradicated if you don\'t submit within three days. Manager Chen, there\'s less than two hours left until the final deadline. Have you considered the hundreds of brothers from the Thunderfire Gang who rely on you for a living?"

Chen Wenxian said calmly, "Two hours is enough time for many things to happen. Why are you so anxious, Dugu Yilong?"

"Hmph, I guess you won’t cry until you see the coffin." Dugu Yilong said coldly, "Since you\'re so stubborn, don\'t blame me for being ruthless when the time comes."

Just then, the crowd stirred as the members of the Dragon Fang Gang arrived. They were led by an elderly man who looked to be around sixty years old and was about 173 centimeters tall. He looked rather emaciated, with sunken temples and a goatee. It was difficult for anyone to associate his long face with the top-ranked fighter on the slum’s Combat Rankings.

But he was Wu Potian. He had held the top position on the slum Combat Rankings for ten years. He was surrounded by around twenty mask-wearing elite members of the Dragon Fang Gang. The Dragon Fang Gang was a somewhat special gang in the slums. Most of its members were undocumented residents. These so-called undocumented residents were mostly fugitives who had violated the law or had criminal records. They couldn’t legally operate in the normal areas of the base city and could only huddle together in the lawless slums for shelter.

As such, they generally possessed considerable strength. Therefore, although the Dragon Fang Gang had fewer members, they were rather powerful.

"Haha, Brother Wu, you\'ve finally arrived." Chen Wenxian\'s eyes lit up as he took the initiative to greet Wu Potian with his subordinates. "Today, even if my Thunderfire Gang is torn to shreds, we will fight side by side with your Dragon Fang Gang."

"Don\'t worry, Uncle Chen, my father will definitely win today." A young man wearing a fierce-looking mask laughed as he spoke. Wu Tengkong, the son of Wu Potian, had full confidence in his father\'s strength.

Chen Wenxian smiled and said, "A greenhorn like you isn\'t afraid of the tiger. Well done... By the way, Brother Wu, what are the odds of winning today?"

"You\'ll only know after the fight," Wu Potian smiled back.

The elites of the Dragon Fang Gang and the Thunderfire Gang stood together, exuding a certain momentum. It turned out the two societies had secretly formed an alliance two days ago, mutually supporting each other and banding together against the Blackblood Gang.

However, the members of other societies all stood aside in unison, keeping their distance. They didn’t want to be mistaken for having close ties with the Dragon Fang Gang by the Blackblood Gang.

"Hmph," Wu Tengkong muttered softly, "a bunch of sycophants."

It was only days ago that countless people would vie to flatter his father wherever he went. But now, they avoided him like snakes and scorpions.

"Stay calm," Wu Potian said calmly.

He was already over sixty years old and had seen too much in his life. His mind was tempered to remain calm amid the storm. In the end, it was still strength that mattered.

"Hmm?" Wu Potian suddenly shifted in surprise.

"Dad, what\'s wrong?" Wu Tengkong asked.

"Do you know that young man over there?" asked Wu Potian, pointing into the crowd.

Wu Tengkong followed his father’s finger and saw a group of only eight or nine people standing opposite them. A tall, handsome young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, stood at the forefront. He had sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, and a clear and sharp gaze. He was a rare handsome figure in the slums.

Upon closer inspection, Wu Tengkong exclaimed in surprise, "Hmm? Isn\'t this someone from the Cloudy Sky Gang? I think their leader, that little guy, was called Li Xiaofei. I heard Zhong Yuanshan chose him as a disciple and also as his prospective son-in-law. However, this guy is all talk and no action. He’s been mediocre despite years of cultivation and is still at the first stage without any special skills. Now that Zhong Yuanshan is dead, the Cloudy Sky Gang is completely finished."

Wu Potian shook his head and said, “What you said is wrong. This Li Xiaofei is hiding something.”