He had barely taken two steps when footsteps suddenly sounded behind him. Before he had time to turn around, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw a long blade tip jutting out through him.
Yougui slowly turned around, glaring furiously as he tried to say something. But the moment he opened his mouth, blood gushed out in streams. His mouth opened and closed several times, yet not a sound came out.
Just before he died, he seemed to hear Wang Xuan say through the haze, "I already gave you a head start of one yard. I never went back on my word!"
Motherfucker. Yougui collapsed to the ground, unwilling to accept his fate, and died with a deep, bitter resentment.
He was dead. Another one was dead. Three people had already died, including Yougui, the most famous red pole in the society.
They were afraid. This time, they were truly afraid!
Usually, when gangs fought, both sides seemed to clash fiercely, and their machetes swung with tremendous force. But in reality, no one truly aimed for vital points.
After all, they were nothing more than petty thugs. How much money could they get from their bosses? If they failed to make a name for themselves, even feeding their families would be a problem. Most of the low-level 49ers still had to work to support themselves.
But then they looked at the man before them.
A killing god!
Wang Xuan planted one foot on Yougui's corpse and looked up at the other thugs. A frenzied killing intent burst from his blood-red eyes.
Everyone caught in that gaze shuddered and instinctively took two steps back. The fighting spirit in their hearts was doused by a basin of ice-cold water and instantly went completely cold.
"Every last one of you can die!"
One person or ten, it was all the same. Why the hell should I care?!
Wang Xuan charged forward like a madman, bringing his blade down toward the head of a thug across from him.
The guy opposite him was already scared out of his mind. How could he still think about fighting back? He flung the machete in his hand at Wang Xuan, then turned and ran.
Facing the flying machete, Wang Xuan shifted to the side. He only felt a chill in his shoulder, and when he reached out to touch it, his hand was covered in blood!
The distance had been too short, and he had not managed to dodge completely. Fortunately, it was not a serious problem.
"Run, my ass!"
Wielding his war blade, Wang Xuan chased after him. He no longer cared whether the people in his way were allies or enemies. Anyone blocking his path received a slash, and amid several screams, he instantly hacked out a bloody path.
The street was far too chaotic. After throwing away his blade, the man had not gotten very far. People blocked the road everywhere, and Wang Xuan caught up with him in moments.
Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Xuan thrust his war blade forward.
Another one dead!
At that moment, everyone finally understood. This blood-soaked man wielding a Japanese War Blade had gone mad! Completely mad!
How the hell were they supposed to keep fighting?
No one knew where their boss had run off to, and the Hong Yi Society's men turned and fled without another word.
Wang Xuan had lost all reason by then. Like a madman, he took the lead in chasing after them with his war blade in hand.
Everyone throughout the street witnessed this shocking sight: a man covered in blood, wielding a Japanese War Blade, chasing an entire crowd by himself!
They could not see his face clearly, but at that moment, this figure was burned into the memories of everyone who witnessed the scene.
Of course, no one cared about the people following behind Wang Xuan anymore. After all, he was the one running at the front!
This was what they meant by "there is no first in literature, but there is no second in martial arts." Who would remember anyone behind him?
Human stamina was limited, after all, and Wang Xuan's physical strength was only at an ordinary person's level.
After chasing them for over a hundred meters like a madman, Wang Xuan was too exhausted to keep running. He braced himself against the war blade with both hands and panted heavily, his entire body weak from exhaustion.
The Hong Yi Society's men also noticed that the madman had stopped and was no longer chasing them, but none of them had the courage to come back and attack him. Courage was like chastity: once lost, it could never be picked up again!
Gradually, his bloodshot eyes were no longer as frenzied.
Slowly, reason returned to his mind.
Perhaps the pain and blood had awakened the viciousness buried deep in his heart. Perhaps it was the fear he felt when facing the threat of death again after having already died once.
At that moment, he did not know why, but he had suddenly lost control of himself and gone completely berserk!
What rules?
What laws?
At that moment, they could all go to hell!
Whoever harmed him, he would kill first!
After catching his breath for a while and recovering some strength, Wang Xuan straightened up and walked back with his war blade in hand.
The battle was over. Quite a few of East Star's men had been injured, but none of the injuries were serious. They were only cuts, and as long as no organs had been damaged, a few stitches would have them healed in no time.
Their side had won, and everyone was extremely excited.
There was more admiration and fear in the way they looked at Wang Xuan.
As Wang Xuan approached, everyone hurriedly moved aside to make way. At that moment, Baki also pushed through the crowd and walked over.
A big shot was a big shot. He had long since stopped needing to fight personally, and he was still spotless.
"You really know how to use a blade! Not bad, you're ruthless enough! Hahaha, Xuan Zai, you're one fierce bastard!" Baki was so excited that he could barely speak coherently. He did not care about the blood covering Wang Xuan at all and immediately pulled him into a big hug!
At that moment, he was overwhelmed with excitement. In his heart, today had originally been a gamble, and the odds of winning had not been high!
Losing would not have been shameful. At the very least, they could win Camel's favor. But if they happened to win, it would be a tremendous achievement!
When he had first arrived and seen that the opposing side had half again as many people as his own, he had already abandoned all hope. He had even prepared to run first once the fighting began. But who could have expected Wang Xuan to emerge from among his men as such a fierce fighter?
He had charged out first and hacked off half of Jackals's arm, then carved out a bloody path by himself and frightened the opposing side into fleeing!
"Shit!"
Wang Xuan sucked in a sharp breath. Baki's hug had struck the wound on his back.
"Are you all right? Is it serious?"
"Thanks for your concern, Big Brother. It's not a big problem." Wang Xuan shook his head.
"Good. Everyone, withdraw immediately. Anyone injured should go to the hospital. The society will cover the expenses when you get back!" Baki shouted. Someone had died, and if they did not withdraw now, getting caught by the cops would make things much worse!
"Brother Ji, can you have someone help me bring these bodies back? Take them back and throw them into the sea. As long as the cops don't see the bodies, they might not investigate too closely. At most, they'll be counted as missing persons!"
Once his reason had returned, Wang Xuan also knew the situation had become serious. He could only try to make amends as much as possible, hoping the cops would turn a blind eye to something like this. After all, in the eyes of the police, one fewer gang member was one fewer problem. If no one reported it, they could not be bothered to care whether anyone in the gangs lived or died!
"Sure. That's a good idea!"
After saying that, he called a few people over. They carried the corpses in the direction they had come from, opened the rear door of a van, and stuffed the bodies inside. Wang Xuan followed them into the vehicle, and they drove straight toward the seaside of Sham Shui Po.
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