Chapter 114

“It’s me!” Xie Wendong walked slowly toward the car, wearing a bright smile, and said softly, “I’m honored that you two still remember me. I haven’t forgotten you either. Day and night, I can’t stop thinking about you two!”
Qin Songjun broke into cold sweat, realizing that Xie Wendong wasn’t thinking of him out of kindness. He hurriedly said, “Xie… no, Brother Dong, I’m just a puppet! What the Tiger Gang does has nothing to do with me. Although I’m the leader in name, I have to follow his orders! It’s him—he’s the one who tells me what to do!” Qin Songjun pointed at Yevgeny, hoping Xie Wendong would spare him.
Yevgeny sighed secretly, thinking he wouldn’t get anything good today. Seeing Qin Songjun keep pointing at him and trying to break free from the Tiger Gang, anger surged in him. He suddenly grabbed Qin Songjun’s neck with both hands and screamed frantically, “If I die, I’ll take you with me!”
Qin Songjun’s eyes rolled back as he was choked. His tongue stuck out from his open mouth as he weakly struck at Yevgeny, but this posed no threat to the nearly insane Yevgeny. In that tense moment, Qin Songjun spotted an empty gun lying nearby. An idea struck him, and he grabbed it, using all his strength to smash it against Yevgeny’s head. “Thud!” Yevgeny let out a muffled groan, blood flowing from his forehead. He collapsed onto the car seat, his hands releasing their grip. Qin Songjun rubbed his neck and gasped for air, still trying to please Xie Wendong by saying, “Brother… Brother Dong, see? This old Russian is guilty and now wants to kill me to silence me!”
Xie Wendong watched coldly, opened the car door, and knocked on the roof lightly. “You two, come out! I know what to do.”
Seeing Xie Wendong’s unfriendly expression, Qin Songjun refused to come out of the car. Yevgeny didn’t care much. Knowing he was doomed, he stepped forward bravely, standing in front of Xie Wendong. With reluctance, he said, “Xie Wendong, I underestimated you. I didn’t expect you to act so quickly. I lost, but don’t be too happy yet. Someone will come to settle accounts with you! Just wait, haha! haha!” Yevgeny laughed maniacally.
A translator beside Xie Wendong translated Yevgeny’s words for him (omitted here). Xie Wendong sneered and said, “Yevgeny, I know you’re unwilling to accept defeat and feel wronged for being ambushed by me. I’ll give you another chance to fight!” Xie Wendong turned to Gao Qiang and nodded. Gao Qiang responded by pulling two knives from his waist and throwing one to Yevgeny, shouting, “Come on, old Russian! Beat me, and you can go!”

Yevgeny took the knife and stared at Xie Wendong, asking, “What does this mean?” (Russian)
“I’m giving you a chance—a chance to fight on equal terms! As my brother said, if you beat him, you can go! Otherwise… heh, you’ll die knowing you lost!” Xie Wendong said calmly, casually lighting a cigarette.
“Fine! I’ll fight! I hope you’ll keep your word!” Yevgeny weighed the knife in his hand, finding it decent. With a roar, he charged at Gao Qiang.
Gao Qiang didn’t dare be careless. He stared calmly at Yevgeny charging at him. His mind was cold, but his heart was boiling. There were six holes in his back as a reminder of their earlier fight. When the knife was five inches from Gao Qiang’s head, he suddenly ducked and thrust his sword straight at Yevgeny’s lower abdomen.
Yevgeny realized it was bad and quickly stepped back. Normally, this wouldn’t have troubled him, but now he was exhausted after fighting Qin Songjun. Coupled with Gao Qiang’s sudden strength and fierce attack, Yevgeny managed to dodge only partially—the knife still pierced his left abdomen. The blade went in over three inches, and Gao Qiang, without stopping, shouted as he swung his arm horizontally. With a screech, the knife sliced from Yevgeny’s left abdomen to his right.
“Ah…” Yevgeny screamed as he stumbled back two steps, his insides spilling out through the gaping wound. But he used the knife to prop himself up, preventing himself from falling. He opened his mouth but couldn’t speak, only spitting blood. Standing there, his lower body was covered in blood, his intestines dragging on the ground, the stench overwhelming—a truly terrifying sight.
Gao Qiang hadn’t expected such a result from a single strike. He realized Yevgeny was still a tough guy. He stepped closer, pressing the tip of the knife against his heart, and said calmly, “You lost! So you must stay alive—that’s the rule of the underworld!” Then, looking at Yevgeny’s pale face, he slowly drove the knife in.
Qin Songjun was now terrified. Yevgeny’s death scene shocked every nerve in his body. The bloody, inhumane scene nearly drove him crazy, leaving him with a dazed gaze.

Xie Wendong bent down, grabbed Qin Songjun, who was curled up in the car, and said coldly, “It’s your turn! Don’t waste time—I have no patience for you!” With a forceful pull, he dragged Qin Songjun out. Looking at him lying on the ground like a dog, Xie Wendong felt not a trace of pity. Some people die, but their souls remain alive; some are alive, yet their souls are dead. Xie Wendong considered Qin Songjun to belong to the latter category—a soulless corpse. He crouched down, lifted Qin Songjun’s head, looked straight into his eyes, and said with a smile, “Actually, Yevgeny isn’t despicable, nor is Battle Axe. The most despicable ones are those like you who willingly become foreign dogs. Do you know? You’ve lost not only your own face but also mine, his, and the face of all Chinese people. You make me feel ashamed! So you must die—it’s your own fault. Don’t blame me!”
“Hehe…” Qin Songjun suddenly grinned. “Yes! I deserve to die! But Xie Wendong, don’t pretend to be so noble. You’re worse than me, more vicious—you’re a complete scoundrel! I just can’t accept it. Why did I let you escape at the recycling site that day? Why didn’t I deal with you when you first came to City H? Why didn’t I realize it was you, Xie Wendong, who stole our weapons?”
Xie Wendong was momentarily stunned before smiling and saying, “So you know it was me. That’s good! Even if you didn’t know, I planned to tell you. There are no such things as ‘whys.’ If you really want a reason, here it is: we both belong to the underworld, we’re both scoundrels. But I’m fine porcelain, while you’re just a clay pot! That’s the biggest difference between us!” He stood up, reached into his pocket, took out a black card, and threw it in front of Qin Songjun. “Do you know what this is?”
Qin Songjun was familiar with this. The branch of the Tiger Gang in City J was destroyed because of this card. He couldn’t help but shout, “A death warrant?!”
Xie Wendong turned and walked away, sighing to the sky, “Good that you know! Death warrants are never issued in vain. Once it’s issued, death follows!”
Dong Xinlei came over with a gun and stepped on Qin Songjun’s head. Realizing his death was near, Qin Songjun screamed loudly in futile resistance. Dong Xinlei sighed and said gravely, “It’s your fault for picking the wrong person!” Then he pulled the trigger on Qin Songjun’s neck.

“Bang!” After the gunshot, the howling ceased. Xie Wendong glanced at the two corpses on the ground, but he felt no joy from his success. He didn’t like killing, yet he had killed many—only those he deemed worthy of death. These two on the ground deserved to die, and with their deaths, the Tiger Gang would also be utterly destroyed. Yet loneliness arose in Xie Wendong’s heart. He had started his career by seizing a deal from the Tiger Gang, and ever since, he had regarded them as his greatest enemy. Now that the Tiger Gang was about to vanish, he felt a sense of reluctance.

Sighing, Xie Wendong shook his head. Why care about the Tiger Gang? It was merely a stepping stone for him to move forward; he still had a long way to go! He stretched his limbs, let out a loud cry to the sky, and smiled to himself, “Nothing can stop my progress!”

That day, the Tiger Gang disappeared even faster than Xie Wendong had imagined. It collapsed completely after just a few battles. Battle Axe was too busy fighting against Black Belt in Russia to pay attention to his forces in China. He sent five assassins in a symbolic attempt to kill Xie Wendong, but three died, one was captured, and only one managed to flee back to Russia. Within a month, the once-proud Tiger Gang, considered the largest foreign gang in Province H, was completely erased from existence. Perhaps only in conversations among old criminals would this name still be heard.

No matter how glorious the past may be, it remains in the past. People won’t remember it or pay attention to it. What matters is your current achievements—strength means everything, and strength represents absolute power!