By the time GS reached the street corner, over a thousand men had gathered behind him, a dense, dark mass.
Everyone carried steel pipes and blades. The night breeze seemed to carry the scent of blood and violence, leaving them all a little excited.
Even the cops kept their distance. After all, they were only earning a salary.
It was dog-eat-dog anyway. Nobody cared if a few gangsters died; they could just clean up afterward.
Upon learning of Hongxing's movements, both the Hongxing Society and the Zhengxing Society sprang into action, preparing to face a formidable enemy.
But they soon discovered it had nothing to do with them. Hongxing's target was the territory of Eight Taels of Gold, Master Gold.
Unlike them, Eight Taels of Gold's men had prepared early. Not long after GS mobilized his men, they received word and gathered everyone together.
Leading them was Xiaotian, one of Eight Taels of Gold's men. He had been enjoying a bath and massage, but hurriedly assembled his men when he heard the news.
He knew nothing about the shooting, but he had bought off a few of Hongxing's maids to feed him information.
When GS reached Eight Taels of Gold's territory with his men, he saw a crowd of six or seven hundred waiting opposite them, standing in a dense, dark mass.
Their machetes and steel pipes reflected cold light in the night.
"LS, what are you doing?" Standing before the crowd, Xiaotian demanded an answer, his gaze flickering. He still had no idea what had happened.
"Who the fuck are you?" GS never slowed down. Instead, he picked up his pace.
His gaze was savage and vicious, with over a thousand men surging forward behind him.
"I'm Xiaotian. Are you bringing your men here to start a war?" A