The next day.
A mountain peak pierced straight into the clouds, wreathed in mist like an immortal realm.
Atop the mountain stood a towering, majestic hall. A plaque hung above it, bearing three glittering golden characters: Wolf Fang Gang!
Inside, quite a few Wolf Fang Gang members were chatting idly.
"That Wu Wudi is truly brutal."
"Isn't he? The gang leader and a small portion of the elites had to risk their lives just to escape. Everyone else was left in there. Luckily, this is the Virtual World—otherwise, we'd have been completely wiped out."
"Hmph, Wu Wudi is more than merely brutal. He's downright lawless. I heard that yesterday, the Black Tiger Gang—the dominant sect of Far East City—was flattened by him. He looted Black Tiger Mountain clean from top to bottom, stripped it so bare not even a blade of grass was left."
"No way! He actually flattened the Black Tiger Gang and stole all the treasures on Black Tiger Mountain? That's vicious! Didn't those Black Tiger Gang people resist? They're out here making a living, aren't they? Don't they have any backbone?"
"How could they not resist? They fought with everything they had, but they were all sent packing. I heard the deputy gang leader charged at the front and led by example, only to get blown apart by a single punch. It was utterly miserable."
"What about the gang leader? Where did the Black Tiger Gang's leader go? Why didn't he come out and uphold justice?"
"He died ages ago. I heard that amid the chaos, Lu Hu, the Black Tiger Gang leader, was struck from behind. One brick sent him straight out, and even the treasures on him were robbed clean. Misfortunes never come alone."
"Even without their leader, they had other elites. That kid didn't