The Wrong Fight

"So what?" Lu Bai tilted his head slightly.

The battle in the Zhonglouba area involved more than just the Jin Family Gang and the crows; this was something they had anticipated from the beginning.

After all, the position of the head of Chikan Bay will definitely attract the attention of all the leading forces, and it is normal for other leading forces to enter the fray along the way.

"The road into Zhonglouba is blocked."

Dao Long quickly gave his answer, then added, "There are at least a hundred people, and judging from their clothing, they should be members of the Noah Party."

Of course, anyone who dares to approach Zhonglouba at this time of year must be no small force.

This so-called Noah Party is one of the leading forces in Chikan Bay, and the territory it controls is roughly the same size as Peace Lane.

The party leader is a Grandmaster martial artist named Noah Zorro, who is very powerful.

Lu Bai recalled the intelligence about the Noah Party, then waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, just storm in."

This is a gang fight, not a dinner party. There's no need to talk about gentleness, kindness, respect, frugality, or modesty.

Dao Long clearly shared the same idea, leaping dozens of meters and swiftly charging towards Noah Party.

"Please... please, let me go..."

Hei Jinbao stomped on the head of the Raven member in front of him, then expressionlessly wiped the blood from his forehead.

He seemed somewhat dazed; he had almost lost count of how many fights he had been in during this period.

They've been fighting non-stop all day, from dawn till dusk, and now it's getting light again.

He faced many opponents along the way; some he defeated, while others he killed on the spot.

If it weren't for the physical prowess of Grandmaster, it would be impossible to sustain such a high-intensity battle.

What makes Hei Jinbao somewhat uneasy is that, after all this fighting, the situation at Zhonglouba remains unpredictable.

Because none of the forces involved in the war are weak; there are the Dao Sect, the Crows, the Noah Party, the Nanxing Association, and so on...

Without exception, all the major powers that were considered significant in Chikan Bay participated.

Even if his Jin Family Gang is incredibly strong, it's impossible for him to fight against so many opponents on his own.

Not to mention that they were the first forces to enter the Bell and Drum Towers, so their losses were undoubtedly the greatest.

Throughout Zhonglouba, the sounds of the warriors' frenzied attacks rose and fell, and those within the area could frequently hear screams and roars.

Even the battles surrounding Hei Jinbao never ceased for a moment.

In Chikan Bay, everyone naturally recognizes Hei Jinbao, and the two sides in a fight will tacitly distance themselves from him as the Hei Jinbao progresses.

"Brother Jinbao!"

Three members of the Jin Family Gang, supporting each other, emerged from the dimly lit corner.

These three cadres were all martial artists, but after a night of fighting, their bodies were exhausted, and their nerves had to remain in a state of high tension.

"Waste."

Seeing this, Hei Jinbao cursed without any politeness.

He then pulled a slightly bent cigar from his tattered pocket, put it in his mouth, and lit it with trembling hands.

The three cadres helped each other to their knees, one of them pressing his forehead directly against the ground.

"Brother Jinbao... we..."

Before the three cadres could utter a complete sentence, three pebbles the size of pigeon eggs suddenly shot out from the dim alley behind them.

With an unstoppable force, it precisely pierced the heads of these three cadres.

Thirteen Yao emerged from the shadows of the alley, his tone slightly mocking. "You really don't hold back, Brother Jinbao."

Hei Jinbao, however, was not surprised at all. Instead, he coldly said, "What else could you be but a piece of trash if you could catch me?"

"Brother Jinbao, I don't like hearing that."

Thirteen Yao has his hands in his pockets, giving off a nonchalant vibe.

Hei Jinbao had an amazing lung capacity, and he finished the cigar he was holding in his mouth in one gulp.

With a roar, accompanied by a cloud of thick smoke, he charged forward to Thirteen Yao, his fist flying upwards like a cannonball toward Thirteen Yao's jaw.

Bang!

Thirteen Yao seemed to have been prepared, and with lightning speed, he pulled his hands out of his pockets.

Their palms met, perfectly blocking Hei Jinbao's punch.

However, Hei Jinbao's powerful punch still managed to lift Thirteen Yao's body, sending his feet more than two meters off the ground, almost throwing him into the air.

Thirteen Yao didn't try to withstand the attack head-on; he landed with a backflip.

He shook his slightly numb hand and said in a sinister tone, "Brother Jinbao, I really don't want to fight you."

"Shut up, do you think I don't know you? Are you plotting something again?"

As he spoke, Hei Jinbao raised his right hand, clenched his fist, gathered his strength, and swung it down with the force of a tsunami.

He had absolutely no intention of communicating with Thirteen Yao, and kept throwing punches at him, making it impossible for Thirteen Yao, who had prepared his words in advance, to find a suitable opportunity to speak.

After several rounds of play, even Thirteen Yao couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

"Hei Jinbao, you fucking lunatic!"

Thirteen Yao Orphans decided to stop holding back and began launching frequent counterattacks.

Actually, you can tell a bit about them just by looking at their physiques. Hei Jinbao's broad shoulders and thick waist clearly indicate that he takes the path of strength and brute force.

The relatively slender Thirteen Yao player is clearly a skill-based player.

The battle between the two basically boils down to whether Thirteen Yao can kill Hei Jinbao first, or whether Hei Jinbao can land a solid punch on Thirteen Yao first.

It must be admitted that the battle between two Grandmaster- level martial artists, fought with all their might, had a rather astonishing impact.

The series of dull thuds were so loud they made one's teeth ache, and each clash produced an exaggerated aftershock of force.

After a fierce struggle, Thirteen Yao unleashed a whip kick, sending Hei Jinbao flying over a hundred meters, smashing through several houses along the way.

This attack was quite lethal, but Hei Jinbao was truly tough and resilient. He not only quickly got up from the ruins, but also continued to charge towards Thirteen Yao without hesitation.

Like a tank passing through, it indiscriminately wiped out personnel from various factions fighting along the way, leaving no one unscathed.

With such a commotion, it's impossible for the various factions involved in the chaotic battle at Zhonglouba to have missed it.

Even the Crow Commander, who had previously fought Hei Jinbao, couldn't help but exclaim, "Strong, truly strong!"

Standing before the Crow Commander at this moment is Noah Zorro.

As the leader of the Noah Party, one of the leading forces in Chikan Bay, Noah Zorro has a bushy, curly brown beard and features typical of Caucasians.

He showed no fear despite Hei Jinbao's ferocious demeanor, and spoke with considerable confidence.

He laughed at the Crow Commander in front of him.

"Oh, buddy, don't rush. After I take you down, Hei Jinbao is next."