"I told you to stop!" Li Chong panicked. He didn't want the situation spiraling out of control. Wansheng was already in dire straits. If an all-out conflict broke out with the Takekawa Society, the Night Watch would most likely wipe them both out.
He grabbed Yin Shou's arm, but the gap in their strength was too great. Seeing that Yin Shou was about to kill again, Li Chong pressed something hidden in his sleeve against Yin Shou's back. "Stop!"
"Fuck! You don't dare shoot outsiders, but you've got the guts to point a gun at me?" Yin Shou was like an enraged tiger, veins bulging across his face. He fixed Li Chong with a vicious stare. "Go on, shoot! Kill me if you've got the balls!"
The blade came down. Right in front of Li Chong, Yin Shou hacked one of Black Mastiff's men to death.
Blood splashed over him. Yin Shou roared with laughter, and the Prosperity Gang members around him all howled. Li Chong kept his finger on the trigger, his expression grim.
"Why aren't you shooting? How did a spineless bastard like you become a hall master? People like you are what ruined Wansheng. Afraid of this, afraid of that, backing down step by step until they corner you in your own home and fucking kill you."
"Enough!" Li Chong's voice was dark. He was about to say more when a voice suddenly came from the distance.
"Fighting and killing at a funeral? Where's your decency?" The voice sounded weathered. The speaker was an old man with a full head of white hair. Not a patch of unmarked skin remained on his face or body; tattoos covered it all.
At the old man's voice, the arrogant Yin Shou reluctantly lowered his blade. The surrounding gang members seemed