"Chen Baihu?"
Lian Youming was inwardly shaken. If his guess was right, this man should be the son of the man who had once been Number One Under Heaven.
And now he had fallen into such circumstances.
Not knowing how to respond, he could only move his lips and murmur a single word. "Tong!"
The Tong of the Green Gang's Tong generation.
In an instant, Chen Baihu inside the iron box seemed to sense Lian Youming's intent, and his raging qi gradually calmed.
But soon, Lian Youming felt that qi become like an invisible wave, like strands of thread barely visible to the naked eye, tugging at his muscles, moving his hands and feet to trace shapes in the empty air before him.
No, it was not tugging. It was more like a strange state of near communion, as though each could somehow sense the other's thoughts. "I don't have much time left lucid... tell the people outside... leave as soon as possible... don't risk yourselves to save me..."
Just then, gunfire erupted along the way he had come, accompanied by martial artists fighting. Clearly, the two forces were clashing.
Chen Baihu's qi withdrew and vanished.
But Lian Youming was already committed and had no choice but to act. Even knowing it might be impossible, now that he was right here, how could he accept leaving without trying?
Besides, if this man could escape, he would undoubtedly be a powerful ally to them.
Steadying himself, he glanced unobtrusively toward the far end of the stern, looking beneath the great iron box.
But what he saw chilled his heart. Besides three martial artists with their auras held in check, there were four gunmen in fitted black clothing, six heavy torpedoes shaped like bullets and gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, and