The Wild Wolf Gang Came Out in Force

In the houses on both sides of the street.

Pairs of eyes.

Peered through cracks in doors and second-floor windows toward the street corner.

Watching Scarface as he rolled about on the ground.

Before long.

Scarface stopped making a sound.

He wasn't dead; he had fainted from the pain.

One had to ask:

Who could understand the pain of having their balls crushed?

Scarface's reaction at this moment perfectly demonstrated the importance of that spot.

A small blow brought tears; a big one brought death.

Fortunately, Scarface was a Soul Master above level ten, with a tenacious hold on life, so he hadn't died on the spot.

"Good!"

On the empty, desolate street, a shout suddenly rang out from somewhere.

Immediately afterward.

The street erupted like a drop of cold water falling into a pot of boiling oil.

"Well done!"

A rough male voice rang out.

"Ridding the people of a scourge—a true hero!"

An old man shouted.

"Hahaha... Scarface finally got what was coming to him! This day finally came! Hahaha..."

At a second-floor window, a young man threw back his head and laughed.

"My wife, can your spirit in heaven see this? Scarface has finally gotten his retribution!"

A middle-aged man looked back at the gray portrait hanging in the center of the wall in his room, wiping away tears behind his front door.

"Mommy, that big brother is amazing! He beat the bad man!"

A child in a woman's arms cheered and jumped for joy.

"Well killed, well killed! Righting wrongs, punishing evil and promoting good, aiding the weak—this is a true hero, a true champion of justice!"

An old man in a blue robe shouted hoarsely, tears streaming down his face.

"The greatest heroes serve their country and people, embrace all things in their hearts, and never bully the good or weak. What a true hero!"

"..."

Clap, clap, clap... (applause)

The entire street suddenly erupted.

Praise and applause followed in waves, rising and falling one after another.

Faced with the praise, Li Mubai smiled knowingly, an indescribable emotion rising in his heart.

He hadn't expected it.

Only one street apart, yet it was as though they were two different worlds.

The people on this street had been persecuted by these villains to such an extent.

Was this still the Spirit City he knew?

Merely crippling a minor ruffian leader had earned him the cheers and praise of the street's residents.

How could Bibi Dong possibly establish a state on such a foundation?

Even if Tang San hadn't destroyed it, someone would have been unable to bear the oppression, leading to resistance and riots.

Then the rise and fall of the dynasties he knew from his previous life would have played out again.

Before long.

A candle suddenly lit up on the second floor of a small two-story building.

Orange-yellow light shone through the paper window, driving away the darkness and bringing a touch of everyday warmth to the deserted street.

Immediately afterward.

The rooms on both sides of the street lit up one after another with an orange-yellow glow.

The entire street.

Was illuminated by the lights of countless homes at that moment.

The once-dim street suddenly grew bright, with not a trace of darkness left.

Some even went further.

They threw open their second-floor windows and called out praise to Li Mubai.

The whole street seemed to have returned to normal.

It had once again become a bustling street.

And at the street corner.

The sweet potato vendor was also carefully pressing himself against the wall at the corner, watching everything with curiosity.

When he saw the figure lying on the ground, his pupils suddenly widened.

A trace of joy immediately rose in his heart.

There was no other reason.

Scarface had threatened him only moments ago.

Under that threat, he had ultimately chosen to turn his back and not help the mother and daughter.

Deep down, though.

He had wanted to lend a hand.

Now.

Looking at that young, vigorous figure from behind, the vendor couldn't help revealing a trace of longing in his eyes.

Once upon a time.

He too had been a young man who wanted to roam the world with a sword!

Everyone was jubilant, and the atmosphere was peaceful.

"Young Master Li, this man has accomplices."

Having escaped the devil's clutches, she was happy.

But the beautiful woman suddenly remembered that Scarface had several accomplices.

"Don't worry. I already dealt with them."

A smile appeared on Li Mubai's face, and as his lips spread, they revealed his white teeth.

At that moment, his face was full of confidence.

The beautiful woman gazed at his profile and couldn't help being momentarily entranced.

Heroes loved beauties, but how could beauties not love heroes?

Listening to the cheers and applause, Li Mubai showed no sign of being so enthralled that he lost himself in them.

Because he knew.

All of this was temporary.

"If I have the timing right, those people should be showing up soon, shouldn't they?"

Just as Li Mubai was thinking this.

A great roar swept across the street, drowning out everyone's cheers.

"What are you all barking like dogs about here?!"

This was no ordinary voice; it had been strengthened with Soul Power.

It was especially loud, making the ears of the people on both sides of the street ache.

The beautiful woman and Xiao Yu'er also winced and hurriedly covered their ears with their hands.

The vendor peeking around the corner was so startled that his body jolted. Pain appeared on his face, and he too hurriedly covered his ears with his hands.

Li Mubai stood where he was, unmoved.

A voice filled with Soul Power was effective against ordinary people.

But against him?

Completely useless!

How could a Level 90 Titled Douluo be so weak?

After that voice rang out.

The entire street immediately fell silent.

Two figures were the first to emerge from the corner across the street.

The man walking at the very front.

Wore a shiny black leather vest over his upper body. He was tall and burly, with two solid, thick arms exposed.

His arms alone were as thick as the beautiful woman's thighs.

As for the man behind him.

He was a skinny bamboo pole.

He was quite a bit shorter than the man in front, and even his head was much smaller.

A gentle breeze blew his clothes against his body, revealing the slender frame beneath.

Yet when these two appeared.

The people watching from both sides of the street glared with wide eyes, terror, fear, and hatred mingling in their gazes.

The joy on everyone's faces vanished the moment they saw the two men.

Simply because.

These two were the first and second bosses of the Wild Wolf Gang.

And the one lying on the ground was the third.

These three were the main members of the Wild Wolf Gang.

And now Scarface, the third boss, was lying on the ground, his life or death unknown.

Everyone could guess.

Why these two Wild Wolf Gang bosses had come here.

What else could it be but revenge?

As the two men emerged from the corner, a dense crowd of people continued pouring out behind them, filling the street.

"Are you making a racket here because you've been eating too well lately? In that case, starting tomorrow, your protection fees will go up another thirty percent!"

The leather-clad man's rough voice rang out. Looking at the houses on both sides of the street, he wore an expression of extreme disdain.

After those words.

Clap, clap...

Some of the people who had opened their windows were so frightened that they immediately shut them.

At the same time.

The lights in the brightly lit houses went out again, leaving them dark.