Chapter 306

In the distance, the area was brightly lit. Dozens of cars were parked haphazardly along the road, and more than a hundred people stood densely in the middle and on both sides of the road, each holding weapons with murderous intent. Sanyan Dongxinlei was shocked—it seemed the people of the Zhongyi Gang were already prepared. Frowning, Sanyan said, “Since we’re here, we might as well stay. If there’s no resistance, it won’t be satisfying to fight!” With that, he drew his machete and stepped out of the car. Dongxinlei, Li Shuang, and the others also took up their weapons and got out of the cars.

At about ten meters away from the enemy, Dongxinlei stopped, pointed his knife, and said disdainfully, “Who’s the leader? Come out and talk to me!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall man emerged from the crowd—over 1.8 meters tall, with a hedgehog-like head, a large head, leopard-like eyes, and a dark red face, looking extremely imposing. After stepping forward, he laughed twice, then slowly pulled out a large knife from behind and looked at Sanyan, asking, “Who are you?” Sanyan sized him up, shook his head in disdain, and said coldly, “I said let your leader come out to talk to me. You’re not even worthy!” “Is that so?” The man raised his knife and said ominously, “Let’s see if I’m worthy or not!!!” Before he could finish speaking, he swung his knife fiercely at Sanyan’s head. Though the man’s skills were average, they were far inferior to Sanyan’s. Calmly, when the knife was only half a foot away from his head, Sanyan easily blocked it with his own knife. With a clang, sparks flew, and the man’s arm went numb from the pain. Sanyan, with a fierce expression and his scar on his forehead reddened from blood flow, didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the man’s wrist holding the knife and pulled it toward him. The man struggled, tilting forward unnaturally. Sanyan then thrust his machete forward—with a sound, the blade went into the man’s abdomen and emerged from his back, its serrated edge covered in red and white fragments. Sanyan’s lips twitched as he said coldly, “I said let your leader come and see me!”

The burly man regretted it deeply, regretting why he had rushed to be the first to act as a scout. Unfortunately, it was already too late. The face of the Three-Eyed man in front of him blurred, and the burly man collapsed forward weakly, leaning against the Three-Eyed man before slowly sliding down. A large pool of blood stained the ground beneath him. The Three-Eyed man remained expressionless, stepped back two places to move the burly man’s body aside, and then wiped the blood from his knife on the latter’s clothes. The Loyalty Gang was quite a sizable gang, and its members were usually arrogant, but the Three-Eyed man’s bloodthirsty demeanor still made everyone tremble in fear. Xuan Zidan, who had remained inside the car, also shuddered in shock—his top men had been killed in just one move by this opponent. Was there even any point in continuing the fight? Before the battle even started, he already felt fear and couldn’t help asking his subordinates, “Who is this man? Is it Dong Xinlei from the Northern Hongmen?” His subordinates didn’t know much about the Northern Hongmen, let alone someone like the Three-Eyed man from the Wen Dong Gang. They all shook their heads and said, “It’s hard to say. Judging from his skills, he might be similar?” “A bunch of idiots! What does ‘similar’ mean? If it’s him, it’s him; if it’s not, it’s not!” Xuan Zidan snapped angrily. He tried to open the door and get out, but when he saw his clothes stained red with blood and the knife-like gaze of the Three-Eyed man fixed on the car he was in, his hand retracted as if shocked. He shook his head secretly, thinking it was better not to go out—at least he would be safer inside the car. He forced himself to stay calm, waved at his subordinates, and said, “Go at them! Brother Hui and his men will arrive soon with knives. In the meantime, keep them busy!” His subordinates cursed inwardly—how could he dare not show himself and still expect them to fight to the death?! Not to mention keeping them busy, it would already be good if they didn’t get wiped out before their boss arrived! Though they thought this, they didn’t dare show it and nodded in agreement. They opened the car doors and jumped out. After getting out, they waved their knives and shouted, “Our boss is coming soon! We can’t let the Northern Hongmen escape! Go!” At their cry, the other gang members rushed at the Three-Eyed man and his men with their knives.

San Yan drew his machete with a crisp sound and shouted, “Kill!” That single word was enough. The disciples of the Northern Hongmen quickly unbuttoned their clothes; some even stripped off their garments and fought bare-chested. Within moments, over 200 people were engaged in a fierce battle, with blades flashing and shouts of combat echoing clearly even hundreds of meters away. Cars passing by on the road stopped from afar and took detours to avoid trouble. Some troublemakers hurriedly called the police. Director Ren of the police station hadn’t left yet, nor did he dare to leave—this was a chaotic night, and he understood that well. Moreover, Xie Wendong had warned him in advance. After receiving the call, Director Ren checked his watch, calculated the distance, and said, “Send in the riot control team in half an hour!” His subordinates asked in confusion, “Why wait half an hour?” Before he could answer, the captain who had rescued Dong Xinlei said, “It’s a gang fight—just scum of society. One more dead doesn’t matter. Wait half an hour until both sides are nearly defeated, then we can clean up the mess!” Director Ren fell silent for a while, then picked up the phone and called Xie Wendong. By then, Xie Wendong had unconsciously fallen asleep. The sudden ring of his phone startled him, and he sat up reflexively. Looking around, he saw nothing but silence; only disciples were patrolling outside the hall. Sighing, he realized it was the phone. When he answered, it was the station director. “Mr. Xie, you’ve been causing trouble all night. Shouldn’t you stop? Otherwise, it’ll be hard for me too!” Xie Wendong wasn’t immediately aware and asked, “Stop what?” “You and the Zhongyi Gang started fighting in the southern suburbs. That area is under my jurisdiction and that of the suburban branch. If something goes wrong, I won’t be able to intervene.” “It started already?” Xie Wendong was stunned for a few seconds before responding, “Ah, I see. It will be resolved soon.” After hanging up, he stood up and called, “Someone!” Hearing his call, a disciple patrolling outside rushed in and said, “Brother Dong, you’re awake!”

Xie Wendong asked, “Where are Lao Lei and the others?” “Oh… they led people to attack the Loyalty Gang.” The disciple didn’t dare hide it and, after hesitating, told the truth. “Damn it!” Xie Wendong cursed, put on his clothes, and said, “Get a car ready. Take me there!” “Mr. Xie!” Jiang Lin hurried over from the side. She had been worried and unable to sleep, sitting in a corner. Only when she saw Xie Wendong awake did she approach and say, “They were also worried about your health, so they didn’t dare disturb you. I think Mr. Xie should rest properly…”

Xie Wendong shook his head, fastening his buttons as he casually asked, “You must know the leader of the Loyalty Gang, Bo Zhanhui, right?” Despite knowing Xie Wendong was extremely intelligent and wouldn’t tolerate any deception, Jiang Lin was still shocked into sweating. She calmed herself down and said, “How could I? I’ve never met Bo Zhanhui. Why do you ask?” “Ah, nothing. I was just talking casually!” Xie Wendong said with a smile, tapping her finger and adding, “I hate it when people lie to me, and I hate it even more when they treat me like a fool to use as a pawn!” With a light laugh, he turned and left the hall, leaving Jiang Lin stunned. She hadn’t considered Xie Wendong as a child even the first time she met him, but still, she couldn’t believe his mind was a hundred times sharper than that of an old fox, far beyond what his actual age would suggest.

There was no conversation along the way as Xie Wendong led dozens of people to the site of the battle. By then, both sides were fighting fiercely. Bo Zhanhui, the leader of the Loyalty Gang, had already brought over a hundred of his men to join the fight. The Loyalty Gang had the advantage in numbers, while the North Hongmen had strong individual combat skills, making the battle closely contested.

Xie Wendong got out of the car and asked a member of his team, “Where’s the enemy’s leader?” The member stuck out his tongue. There were so many people crowded together, fighting fiercely that it was hard to count them. Finding one person among them wasn’t easy. He climbed onto the roof of a car, straightened up, and scanned the area. Before long, he spotted a group in the enemy’s convoy—centered around a burly man with a full beard. His eyes lit up as he shouted, “I see him, Brother Dong!” and pointed in the direction of the enemy’s camp.

Following the direction the man pointed, Xie Wendong peered for a long time, but all he saw were a sea of tiny heads. He took off his gloves, drew out his machete and pistol, holding one in each hand, and strode forward. The men of the Loyalty Gang, seeing another group of people in black approaching, knew reinforcements had arrived. They sent a group to charge at Xie Wendong and his men, screaming as they went.

Those seemingly ordinary dozens of people were actually the elite forces of the Northern Hongmen and members of their secret group. Xie Wendong was the leader of both gangs; how could he have ordinary people around him? As soon as the two sides came into contact, without a word, it was like fire meeting water—either the fire would be extinguished or the water would dry up. Xie Wendong was at the forefront, swinging two knives at him. With a wave of his arm, he blocked one of the knives. He wanted to end it quickly, as he didn’t want to make Director Ren’s job too difficult—after all, there were still many things he needed the director to handle in the future. Without even bothering to dodge, he raised his gun. Before the other knife could reach him, the person wielding it had already been shot in the forehead. His lifeless body continued to move forward two steps before collapsing to the ground. “There’s a gun!” someone from the Zhongyi Gang shouted. They rushed forward quickly and ran even faster. Those who couldn’t dodge quickly stepped aside, inadvertently clearing a straight path for Xie Wendong. At that moment, Sanyan also saw Xie Wendong. He touched the pistol at his waist and shook his head secretly. He hadn’t even had a chance to use it yet, and Brother Dong had already arrived. In fact, the underworld wasn’t short of guns—imported, domestically made, or even homemade. It wasn’t difficult to get one if you wanted one. But gunfights were rare among gangsters. First, there was a huge difference between using knives and guns. Second, once guns were involved, things would escalate, and even those within the police force might find it hard to protect themselves. So, unless it was absolutely necessary, gunfights were generally avoided. Xie Wendong didn’t care about these things. His only goal was to end it quickly; the rest could wait.

He strode forward while shouting loudly, “I’m Xie Wendong! Bo Zhanhui, come out and meet me!” Everyone in the area stopped what they were doing, and hundreds of pairs of eyes slowly shifted from Xie Wendong to Bo Zhanhui, who was behind the Zhongyi Gang. Upon hearing Xie Wendong’s name, Bo Zhanhui’s blood boiled with anger. He pushed his way through the crowd and stepped forward, stopping at a distance from Xie Wendong. After examining him carefully from head to toe, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes. With a deep voice, he asked, “Are you the leader of the North Hongmen—Xie Wendong?” “That’s right!” Xie Wendong took a step forward, looking around. There were countless dead and wounded on the ground, and blood had stained the road red. Narrowing his eyes, he said, “It seems our hatred can never be resolved.” Bo Zhanhui’s beard trembled as he tried to control his voice. “Our hatred took root the moment you broke my son’s arm,” he said. Xie Wendong nodded and asked, “Is his name Bo Li?” Bo Zhanhui clenched his fist and replied, “Exactly!” “At the black market motorcycle race in the North District?” “It should be there.” Xie Wendong nodded, seeming to realize something. “I see.” “You admit it?!” Bo Zhanhui gritted his teeth. “He’s just an ignorant kid. Even if he offended you, using such extreme measures against him, given your status as the leader of the North Hongmen, is a disgrace to your position. I must get justice for this!” Xie Wendong smiled and said, “I’m sorry, but in my eyes, there’s no such thing as status. Even if an ordinary person gets in my way, I’ll still kill them. It’s already good enough that you haven’t lost your son.” Seeing Bo Zhanhui’s anger flare, he added, “Since conflict is inevitable, I don’t want to see so many people bleed. Let’s resolve our grudges between the two of us.” “What do you mean?” Bo Zhanhui snapped, trying to suppress his fury. Xie Wendong casually threw his gun behind him and pointed the blade at him, saying calmly, “You fight me! Of course, you can also choose to fight everyone, but I must warn you—the strength of the Zhongyi Gang isn’t even comparable to our Hongmen’s Eleven. If this goes on, it won’t just affect you.” Xie Wendong’s words were clear and reasonable. The North Hongmen had influence across most of China—how could the local Zhongyi Gang possibly compete with them? Everyone looked at Bo Zhanhui, hoping he would agree right away, including his advisor Xuan Zidan.

Bo Zhanhui thought for a moment before asking, “What if I win?” Xie Wendong shrugged and smiled, “Whatever your son loses, I’ll give it to you in return.” Bo Zhanhui clapped his hands and said, “Alright, it’s a deal!” Xie Wendong was notorious for his cunning. People only knew he was extremely intelligent, deeply scheming, and skilled at using tricks and deceptions. Perhaps his reputation in these areas was so great that it overshadowed his martial skills. Few in the underworld mentioned how formidable Xie Wendong’s martial arts were; whenever they talked about him, they would exclaim, “A genius!” The same was true for Bo Zhanhui. The Xie Wendong before him appeared to be around twenty years old, slightly thin and pale-skinned. If one looked closely, he might even seem like a bookworm. How could Bo Zhanhui take such a person seriously? It was like an adult looking at a child—no matter how domineering or imposing the child seemed, in the adult’s eyes, he was still just a child and posed no threat. This was what most people thought the first time they saw Xie Wendong. Unfortunately, it was completely wrong!