The atmosphere inside the Black Sun Society's Blood Battle Casino was tense and explosive.
Le Yu looked at Wu Renxing as though nothing mattered, while Wu Renxing only needed to give the order for several bloody holes to appear in Le Yu's body.
No matter how quickly he dodged, there was no way he could evade the storm of bullets coming from all directions.
The two faced off for a moment. In the end, Wu Renxing waved his hand and told the gunners to lower their weapons.
"Sure enough, I couldn't bluff you." Wu Renxing sighed. "I should have realized sooner that anyone bold enough to risk everything and throw in with White Night couldn't be a good person."
Wu Renxing did not dare make a move.
Even though he was the leader of hundreds of men, with guns, money, and manpower at his disposal, he still did not dare provoke White Night. If organizations were divided into four levels—no ideals and no discipline, ideals but no discipline, discipline but no ideals, and ideals with discipline—then their gang was the lowest organization of the fourth level: no ideals and no discipline, relying purely on money and profit to maintain its structure.
The Silver Blood Society was at the second level: discipline without ideals. Although they were all out to make money, they would stand united against outsiders and make collective decisions, which could be considered the foundation of a democratic system.
White Night, meanwhile, was at the first level: discipline with ideals.
Precisely because he had cooperated with White Night before, Wu Renxing knew that those people were all lunatics. They had been carrying out revolutionary uprisings in Profound Candle Prefecture for decades on end. If they were not lunatics, what else could they be?
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