A rooster crowed at daybreak. Dawn was almost here.
The morning wind swept past with a howl, stirring clouds of dust and sending discarded newspapers spiraling through the air.
Inside the Walled City.
As the cars pulled to a stop, Lian Youming led everyone back to their own territory.
At this moment, with a great battle looming, besides their group of several dozen, over sixty Green Gang disciples had long been waiting upstairs and down. "What arrangements has Boss Chen made?"
Lian Youming checked his revolver, then fastened an ammunition belt around his waist, stocking up on bullets.
He also prepared a handgun for Yang Shuang, just in case.
Yang Qing toyed with two gleaming, cold-edged Emei Piercers and glanced at the gradually brightening horizon. "There aren't so many formalities in fights among our kind. The winners rule, and the losers fall."
"Fine." Lian Youming looked over everyone present, then glanced at the horizon without wasting any time. "It's almost dawn. Two of the five elders will each take twenty men to support us from the rear. Everyone else, come with me."
Without further talk, the group swept off toward the street that marked the boundary.
Sure enough, they were already late.
The shops lining both sides of the street, upstairs and down, were now packed with people from the various factions, all armed and poised to strike.
Across from them were, of course, the North District's leaders, along with Gan Xuantong and his people. The South District was headed by Boss Chen, joined by the Green Gang, several other underworld factions, and the many martial artists who had come to lend their fists.
Lian Youming stood at the entrance to a narrow alley. The moment he stopped, Gan Xuantong stared straight at him from afar, his gaze venomous and