In the End, I Still Hadn't Killed Enough

In Temple Street Plaza, there was a large round table, already occupied by people, but several chairs remained empty.

An elderly man with gray hair, wearing reading glasses and holding a Xiao Yan, sat around the round table and said softly, "Are you really planning to do this?"

"In my opinion, there's still something wrong with this."

"In less than half a year, that Red Demon subdued ' Flower Shirt ' and recently swallowed up ' Kaiyang Group ' as well."

The old man exhaled a cloud of smoke and looked towards the small temple behind him. "That night, quite a few people died here."

"I don't think that Red Demon is that simple."

Across the round table, a fat man with a large head and ears, dressed in a black suit and red shirt, slammed his hand on the table. He wore three gold rings on his fat hands, exuding an air of nouveau riche.

"Uncle Ya, you're getting old, your courage has become as small as a mouse's."

"What is Red Demon? Even if he didn't do ' Flower Shirt,' I, Xu Ruihao, will make Lei Laoqi eat shit!"

Sitting next to the obese man, a man in his thirties, with dark circles under his eyes and a strong smell of perfume, chuckled.

"Fatty Xu, will you die if you don't brag for a day?"

"With your ' Yi Sheng ' gang of so few men, you dare to challenge Old Ghost Lei? If it weren't for Boss Wan protecting you, you'd be dead already."

Xu Ruihao suddenly looked at the man next to him. "Ding Ding'ao, don't think you're so great just because your name has the character 'arrogance' in it."

"If you look down on ' Yi Sheng,' then what is your ' Ding Sheng Hang '? You're nothing but dogs raised by those women from 'Jiu Feng'."

The man named Ding Ding'ao immediately slammed his fist on the table and stood up. "Fatty Xu, say that again if you dare!"

Just as Xu Ruihao was about to speak, a voice said calmly, "Alright, it's the New Year, everyone should calm down."

He was a middle-aged man with silvery temples, a mustache, and his eyes were closed. He was playing with a pair of iron gallbladders in his hand.

Ding Ding'ao glanced at the middle-aged man, sat down, and said with a grin, "For Mr. Wan's sake, I won't stoop to Fatty Xu's level."

This Mr. Wan, whose full name is Wan Cheng, is the leader of the underground organization ' Black Owl ' in Guangling City.

He is ruthless and decisive, and is a notorious figure in the Undercity.

Wan Cheng opened his eyes, his gaze sharp.

"The Red Demon rose to power too quickly; his ' Red Gate ' expanded at breakneck speed in just six months."

"The reason we've joined forces to punish him this time is simple: if we let this go unchecked, next year all of you might be working for that Red Demon."

"Uncle Ya's concerns are not without merit. Of course, I know that Red Demon is no ordinary person."

"But with the combined power of our multiple factions, are we afraid he won't bow down?"

At this moment, sitting next to Uncle Ya, a man with a blank expression and a cold demeanor slowly spoke, "Has Ye Mei of 'Nine Phoenixes' made a statement?"

"Although their group is all women, it's undeniable that Ye Mei and her sisters are all highly skilled."

"If they show any interest, then tonight is practically guaranteed."

"Otherwise, we, ' Dark Blood,' will not get involved."

Wan Cheng frowned and said, "Venerable Elder, isn't it inappropriate to say this now?"

"Although Boss Ye didn't explicitly say so, 'Nine Phoenix' said that a representative from them would be showing up tonight. Isn't that enough?"

Yue Zun raised his head and said seriously, "Not enough."

Just as Wan Cheng was about to say something, someone came up to him and whispered something in his ear.

The leader of the ' Black Owl ' raised his head and said, "The Red Gate people have arrived."

Then he stood up. "Let's go. They're the new elites of the Undercity. We should at least show our respect and welcome them."

Led by Wan Cheng, one by one, the figures stood up and left the round table with him.

Soon they saw a group of people approaching.

Leading the way was a man wearing a cloak Nuoxi Opera carved wooden mask.

While Wan Cheng and the others were observing Luo Yan, Luo Yan was also sizing them up. However, unlike the people opposite him, Luo Yan had activated his ' Unbounded Blazing Eyes,' taking in all their information.

In his view, among the leaders of these organizations, Wan Cheng and Yue Zun were clearly the strongest, the former being at the Intermediate Level Five and the latter at the Intermediate Level Four.

Such strength would be considered elite even within a military corps.

However, these two possessed fighting prowess but lacked any secret techniques or Ultimate Skill.

Therefore, in Luo Yan's eyes, they were nothing more than two heads that he could take at any time.

This is also the difference between military personnel and talented individuals in civilian life.

After all, it's extremely difficult for leaders of these grassroots organizations to gain access to secret techniques and Ultimate Skill.

Just then, Luo Yan's heart stirred slightly, and he glanced to the side, whereupon a white figure walked past. It was a woman with straight, flowing black hair and a spotless white robe.

Luo Yan's expression changed slightly.

It turned out to be an old acquaintance.

Nine Phoenixes, Guan Qi!

Guan Qi was accompanied by two women, both assassins of Jiu Feng, with combat strength of the fourth and fifth Primary Level Four, respectively.

With that kind of strength, they could practically do whatever they wanted in the old town.

At this moment, Guan Qi also looked over. Luo Yan quietly revealed several Dragon Scales behind his back, giving his eyes a more ferocious look.

Besides causing Guan Qi's eyes to change slightly, revealing a look of apprehension, it also subtly altered its own aura, making it less likely for Guan Qi to recognize it.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Although ' Black Owl ' Wan Cheng was experienced, he couldn't discern much in such a short time. He only thought that Guan Qi had glanced at the red ghost and had no idea that there were many hidden details involved.

A slight smile played on his lips, but he didn't laugh out loud. Instead, he said rather subtly, "With the arrival of the Red Gate and the Nine Phoenixes, this year is going to be lively."

"Please, both of you."

Wan Cheng turned to the side, and the crowd immediately parted, creating a passage.

Luo Yan strode forward without thinking much, and in one go he passed Wan Cheng.

Wan Cheng's expression changed slightly, but he didn't react. Instead, the fat man Xu Ruihao snorted.

"Don't you know the rules?!"

"Your Red Gate hasn't reached the point of being all-powerful. Everyone here today is equal."

"Besides, you're the youngest here, what right do you have to walk ahead of Mr. Wan?"

"Take a few steps back. You have no sense of hierarchy and dare to attend the banquet? Ha!"

Luo Yan looked at the man with some surprise.

He imagined himself arriving in Guangling as the 'Red Demon' to kill Lei Qi and establish the Red Gate.

He'd probably killed quite a few people, but this man wasn't even at the Intermediate level, yet he dared to yell at him like that?

He sighed softly behind the mask, "In the end, we still didn't kill enough."

Upon hearing this, Wen Zou felt a chill run down his spine. After thinking for a moment, he said softly, "Sir, today is New Year's Eve. It's unlucky to see blood on such an auspicious day."

Luo Yan glanced at him, and Wen Zou was about to scold himself for being nosy when he saw Luo Yan nod slightly, actually agreeing!

This made him feel somewhat flattered.