Night Raid on the Black Tiger Gang, Unleashing Slaughter

In the brightly lit main hall of the Black Tiger Gang's headquarters.

Candlelight flickered, illuminating Zhao Hu's face, which was adorned with a fawning smile.

He was bowing and speaking to a middle-aged man in brocade robes with an arrogant expression, his tone exceedingly obsequious:

"Steward Huang, your presence truly brings glory to our Black Tiger Gang!"

"This is a small token of my appreciation for this month. Please accept it and speak well of me to Master Huang."

Zhao Hu held out a heavy money bag with both hands, respectfully offering it.

Steward Huang raised an eyelid slightly and casually took the money bag.

Only after weighing it in his hand and feeling its substantial weight.

Did a hint of satisfaction appear on his face, and he casually tucked the money bag into his sleeve.

Seeing this, Zhao Hu's heart settled a little, and he quickly struck while the iron was hot, lowering his voice: "Steward Huang, there's one more thing..."

"Have you heard of Wang Yuan, the new True Disciple accepted by Panshi Fist Academy?"

"This kid's talent is terrifying. He achieved First Blood Change within a month of joining. In time, he will surely become a pillar of Panshi Fist Academy and a great threat to our Huang Family!"

"Furthermore, this kid and I have some personal grudges, and he's arrogant and overbearing. If it's inconvenient for the Huang Family to act, I am willing to serve as your dog and horse to eliminate this potential threat for the Huang Family!"

Upon hearing this, Steward Huang let out a scoff, picked up a nearby teacup, and gently stirred the floating leaves with the lid, his tone filled with undisguised disdain:

"A mere country bumpkin from the outer city, lucky to have a bit of talent, and you call him a threat?"

"Old man Zheng Shan is indeed lucky."

"You want to make a move? You can."

He put down the teacup and cast a indifferent glance at Zhao Hu:

"But remember, do it cleanly."

"Don't leave any loose ends that the old fox of Panshi Fist Academy can sniff out."

"Otherwise..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the coldness in his eyes sent a chill down Zhao Hu's spine.

Steward Huang silently added in his mind: "If Zheng Shan really finds out, we'll just hand you, Zhao Hu, and the Black Tiger Gang over to appease his anger."

"A mere watchdog, would our Huang Family really go to war with a Hua Jin Martial Master for you?"

Zhao Hu, unaware of Steward Huang's thoughts, took it as tacit approval and support, and his heart bloomed with joy.

He put on an even more fawning smile: "Steward Huang, rest assured, I will do it without anyone knowing."

"It will absolutely not involve the Huang Family!"

He rubbed his hands together, a smile that men understood appearing on his face, and said in a low voice:

"You've had a long journey, Steward. I've recently found two beautiful, respectable women. Both are virgins and possess superior looks. They are especially skilled at serving people."

"Why not let them in to help you relax and relieve your fatigue?"

When Steward Huang heard this, a lecherous glint flashed in his eyes, and the arrogance on his face turned into eagerness. He licked his lips and chuckled:

"Oh? Gang Leader Zhao is thoughtful!"

"Then... shall we call them in to take a look?"

"Right away! Please wait a moment!"

Zhao Hu's face was filled with joy, and he turned to walk towards the hall entrance, intending to call Sun Miao and Liu Mang, the guards outside, to bring the women in.

However, as he reached the door and reached for the bolt, he found that the outside was completely silent.

"Sun Miao? Liu Mang?"

Zhao Hu frowned and called out softly.

What was going on with these two? Had they gone off to slack off?

He vaguely felt that something was wrong, and a sense of inexplicable unease crept up on him.

He would never have imagined that deep within the heavily guarded headquarters of the Black Tiger Gang.

An uninvited guest had quietly arrived.

Just as Zhao Hu's hand was about to touch the door bolt.

BOOM!!!

A deafening roar suddenly erupted.

The heavy wooden door instantly exploded inward!

Countless wood splinters shot inward like a torrential rain!

At the same time, a large cloud of pungent quicklime mixed with spicy red chili powder, like a smoke bomb, enveloped Zhao Hu and Steward Huang inside the door.

"Cough! My eyes!!"

"What is this?"

Zhao Hu and Steward Huang were caught completely off guard, their faces instantly smeared with the mixture of lime and chili powder.

A searing pain shot through their eyes, noses, and mouths. Their vision blurred, and they coughed uncontrollably, tears and snot streaming down their faces.

In that moment of chaos and obscured vision...

A black figure, like lightning tearing through the night, charged into the broken doorway, cloaked in chilling killing intent.

The figure wielded a long spear, entirely black and ferociously imposing, like a venomous dragon emerging from its lair.

With a sharp whistling sound as it cut through the air, it lunged directly at the chest of Zhao Hu, who had just managed to open his eyes and was frantically wiping his face.

The black dragon carvings coiled around the spear shaft reflected a cold, eerie glow in the candlelight, as if they had come alive, ready to devour!

And behind this spear-wielding shadow...

In the shadows outside the door, two limp, silent bodies could be vaguely seen. They were the vice-gang leader Sun Miao and Liu Mang, who were supposed to be guarding the entrance.

Both had a shocking blood hole in their throats!

"Who's there?"

Zhao Hu's soul nearly leaped out of his body. The intense threat of death unleashed his full potential.

Ignoring the burning pain in his eyes, relying on the instincts of a Second Blood Change Martial Artist and years of combat experience, his body arched backward desperately.

At the same time, he fumbled to grab the saber he always kept by his side, raising it to block in a panic!

CLANG!

The tip of the Black Dragon Spear precisely struck the surface of Zhao Hu's hastily raised saber, emitting a piercing metallic shriek.

Sparks flew everywhere!

Zhao Hu felt an irresistible, immense force surge from the spear tip, numbing his arm and nearly wrenching the saber from his grasp.

His feet stumbled back seven or eight steps before he finally stopped, his back slamming hard against the wall.

His chest churned with surging Blood Essence, and his face was filled with shock and disbelief.

"What immense strength! Who are you?"

As for Steward Huang, who had been so arrogant and commanding moments before, he was utterly terrified by this sudden, terrifying assault.

He let out a scream, abandoning all pretense of dignity and composure, scrambling and crawling under the heavy rosewood table. He clutched his head with both hands, trembling uncontrollably.

In the main hall, the candlelight flickered violently from the impact, casting shifting shadows.

At the broken wooden door...

The black-clothed figure holding the Black Dragon Spear slowly raised his head.

He revealed a pair of eyes that shone terrifyingly in the darkness, filled with icy killing intent, fixed firmly on Zhao Hu.

Hearing Zhao Hu's uncertain question...

The black-clothed figure, Wang Yuan, curved his lips into a mocking smile beneath his hood.

A voice, laced with clear mockery, echoed through the room:

"You were just plotting how to get rid of me without anyone noticing."

"What, you don't recognize me after all this time?"

The voice struck Zhao Hu's heart like a thunderclap.

His eyes, bloodshot from the lime and sheer terror, stared intently at the ferocious Black Dragon Spear. Combined with the pointed words, a thought he couldn't possibly believe suddenly appeared in his mind.

"You... you... you're... Wang Yuan?"

Zhao Hu's voice was filled with extreme shock.

He pointed a trembling finger at Wang Yuan, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.

"Impossible! How could you..."

"You're only at First Blood Change, how can you possess this kind of strength?"

He, a Second Blood Change Martial Artist, was completely outmatched in terms of strength in a direct confrontation?

This completely shattered Zhao Hu's understanding of the world.

Wang Yuan slowly lowered the black cloth covering his face, revealing a young but stern face filled with killing intent.

He smiled slightly, revealing a row of white teeth that appeared somewhat sinister in the dim light.

"You guessed correctly."

"Too bad, no reward."

Before his words even finished, a crimson light flashed in Wang Yuan's eyes.

"Blood Burning Technique, activate!"

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