It must be said, perhaps having been arrogant on their own turf for too long, the people of the Miller Clan seemed quite confident.

Even though there were only two of them, facing more than twenty people, they dared to mock.

From their behavior, it seemed they really believed that on these few streets, no other force would dare to strike at them.

Miller Borg opened the box, picked up a cigar from inside and lit it.

He happily blew out a smoke ring, looking at Lv Bai: "So you’re the so-called Brother Bai? Tsk tsk, your words are quite amusing."

"And what’s that about going on TV, hahaha. If we want to appear on TV, we can do so anytime. Would the TV station dare not give face to the Miller Clan?"

Miller Wells sneered: "A nouveau riche is still a nouveau riche."

Lv Bai chuckled as he walked toward the two sitting in the outdoor café.

As he got close, he laughed lightly and added, "You misunderstood, what I meant was..."

Mid-sentence, he suddenly extended his right hand, pressing down on the back of Miller Wells’s head, then pulled out a prison officer’s handgun with his left hand, forcibly shoving the black barrel into Wells’s mouth.

Not wasting a single moment, he aimed the gun barrel accurately and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

After firing a shot, he pulled the gun out of Wells’s mouth, without even glancing at Miller Borg, and in a reverse grip fired another shot at Borg.

He gestured for White Shark to come over, casually tossing the handgun to him.

Then he pulled out a napkin from the coffee table to wipe the blood off his hands casually.

After doing all this, he spoke softly: "Next, we should swallow up the Miller Clan."

White Shark caught the handgun in a flurry, cradling it in his arms.

Upon hearing Lv Bai’s instructions, his expression turned awkward: "Brother Bai, shouldn’t we ensure our team’s integrity first? Plus, the Miller Clan has a Red Stick."

"Isn’t that your job?"

Lv Bai smiled kindly, patting White Shark on the shoulder: "You’re supposed to help me, not cause trouble."

White Shark’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly nodded in agreement: "Brother Bai, it definitely won’t happen again.

"You still have value to me, no need to be so nervous."

Lv Bai nodded, then changed the subject: "Let’s go, let’s eat first."

White Shark: "..."

...

The sky above Chikan Bay was a bright blue, the sun shining brilliantly, not a cloud in sight.

Yet in the streets and alleys of the Central District of Chikan Bay, a large number of men in black suits gathered, shoulder to shoulder, heads bobbing.

At a glance, it was as if a dark cloud had appeared on the ground.

Dao Long walked out of a clinic with a ’closed’ sign hanging on its door, looking at the large crowd before him, his tone carrying a hint of gritted teeth.

"Your Jin Family Troupe sure gets wind of things fast."

Amongst the throng, Hei Jinbao, flanked by his cronies, strutted out, walking with an eight-shaped step.

Staring at Dao Long at the clinic entrance, he grinned, revealing two rows of tobacco-stained teeth.

"In Chikan Bay, life is about intelligence."

"Hei Jinbao! Aren’t you afraid that the Daoist Master will come back to settle scores with you?!"

Dao Long was genuinely furious at this moment, stunned by how quickly the Chikan Bay factions had turned traitorous.

Recalling when the Daoist Master was around, Hei Jinbao’s Jin Family Troupe, the Nanxing Association under Thirteen Orphans, those forces were so obedient, doing as told, commanded east and not daring to go west.

Now, with the Daoist Master trapped in prison for less than half a day, these guys were already moving in to carve up Daoist Sect’s territory.

"Come back to settle scores with me?" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Hei Jinbao sneered dismissively: "Dao Ming Temple can’t come back, I assure you."

Dao Long’s expression became extremely dark.

"You know well how powerful the Daoist Master is."

"Indeed, Dao Ming Temple is very strong, but he really can’t come back. Dao Long, you’re a talented man, I can give you a chance to switch allegiances."

Hei Jinbao was clearly trying to recruit someone like Dao Long, a Half-Step Grandmaster Martial Artist, even explaining a bit: "Let me tell you, someone has already secretly informed the jail about the prison break plan, as soon as the Daoist Master goes there, he won’t be able to come back."

"Bastard!"

Dao Long clenched his fists, unable to suppress his inner fury, recklessly charging forward to punch Hei Jinbao.

Bang!

Hei Jinbao raised his large hand to block Dao Long’s fist in front of himself.

Not wanting Dao Long to detest him, he earnestly added: "I’m hardly the mastermind, at most, I knew of it and didn’t stop it."

Without replying, Dao Long retracted his fist, bent down, and delivered a sweeping kick.

Bang~

Hei Jinbao rooted himself in a sturdy posture, forcibly halting Dao Long’s attack halfway through, snorting coldly: "Don’t know what’s good for you."

Seeing that Dao Long was still headstrong, charging blindly onward, Hei Jinbao couldn’t be bothered to talk any longer.

He twisted his waist and delivered a heavy punch, sending Dao Long flying like a kite with a broken string.

Then he stood up straight, waving his hand: "Proceed."

"Yes!"

"Oh oh oh!!!"

"Charge!"

"From today, Chikan Bay belongs to the Jin Family Troupe, charge!"

The Jin Family Troupe members, already prepared, charged with shouts following Hei Jinbao’s instructions.

Immediately, the noise was deafening, dust swirling in the alleyways.

Although these guys were all dressed in suits, looking like decent people, once they opened their mouths, the aura of an organized crime gang couldn’t be hidden.

Along the way, shopkeepers with some wit closed their doors. Those who didn’t have time to shut the doors suffered great misfortune.

The actions of these Jin Family Troupe members were even worse than zero-yuan purchases, not aiming to loot anything, just causing damage.

Of course, these were just side actions; the main target was still the Daoist Sect stronghold in the center of Chikan Bay.

The Daoist Master, in order to ensure he could get his father out of prison, took away most of the Daoist Sect’s elite members.

Among the remaining members defending the Daoist Sect, there were few Martial Artists.

Moreover, the Daoist Sect itself followed an elite system, not pursuing numbers, making it ill-equipped to handle the onslaught of the Jin Family Troupe.

Everywhere you looked, defenses were collapsing at every turn.

Dao Long quickly got back up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

After taking a punch, he calmed down, realizing he couldn’t defeat someone like Hei Jinbao, a Grandmaster Martial Artist.

He then resolutely guarded the entrance of that small clinic.

After all, at this point, his only hope lay in Dao Zheng Wood, the disabled old Grandmaster.

...

Standing atop the Chikan TV Station building, Thirteen Orphans squinted at the unfolding drama.

The muscular man behind him was noticeably restless: "Youngest Brother, should we keep waiting?"

"Wait, it’s just started, there’s still time."

Thirteen Orphans somehow produced a glass of red wine, taking a couple of sips: "Anyway, the stage is set, and the performers aren’t just the Jin Family Troupe."