"So the rumors that you're qualified to succeed Du Xinwu and take charge of the Qing and Hong gangs really were true."
Tang Suit's face lost its disdain, his eyes narrowing into two crescent moons.
But he soon smiled again.
"This truly is an Age of Great Contention, with prodigies emerging one after another. Unfortunately, all of you will only become stepping stones for the young master." Lian Youming curled his lip at that. "How pathetic. If you'd said we were your stepping stones, I might have given you a word or two of praise."
Tang Suit gave a sinister smile. Wasting no more words, he called to the three men beside him, "You have a death wish! Finish this quickly!"
The two who had retreated, along with the bald young man, immediately took out a syringe and a pill, using both without hesitation or restraint. Tang Suit did the same, only tossing a pill into his mouth. His Qi Dynamics immediately became elusive and indistinct, and his eyes seemed to shine. Lian Youming gave a low chuckle and stepped forward, attacking first rather than retreating.
At this point, one move would set everything in motion. With that single movement, he seemed to have deliberately squeezed into the four men's encirclement.
How could they let such an opportunity slip away?
The four shifted their feet. As the Qi-Blood within them swelled, their Qi Dynamics climbed steadily, their body heat intensified, and their bodies became like furnaces. Their exposed flesh reddened visibly.
Even from over a meter away, Lian Youming could feel the dense Qi-Blood surging within the four men.
The short-limbed man thrust his palms out again. Unlike before, his eyes were now bloodshot and the wind from his palms scorching. As his feet raced forward, the deck creaked beneath