"Wait, what do you mean by ’everyone’s a villain’?"

Brother Fengze looked at Lv Bai, bewildered.

Lv Bai didn’t mince words and said frankly, "A newly established social gang, we’ve just taken over a few streets."

"So you’ve just set up a little power and want to recruit my cousin?"

"Do you want to join? Your Iron Fist Club could join too."

Brother Fengze fell silent, not knowing how to respond at first.

Objectively speaking, the reason he didn’t immediately kick Lv Bai and the others out was because of Xiao Xueyin.

From Xiao Fengze’s perspective, this sounded utterly absurd.

Don’t forget, he himself is a Grandmaster Martial Artist and runs the Iron Fist Club.

Even though his faction wasn’t established to dominate, it held a much higher position in Chikan Bay than the likes of the Miller Clan.

Now a newly established minor force dared to claim they were going to swallow them up.

It’s like Benbo Erba suddenly coming to Tang Monk’s group and saying "follow me"—ridiculous, like drunken words.

"Uh, no, I’m not interested in that."

Brother Fengze gave Xiao Xueyin a questioning look, unable to fathom why this exceptionally talented distant cousin would have such an unreliable friend.

Xiao Xueyin glanced at Lv Bai, "Are you confident?"

He randomly acquired a decent starting identity for this round of the Death Fighter duel, gaining a Grandmaster-level cousin and thereby access to this world’s cultivation methods at the beginning.

But to say he felt anything for this cousin was nonsense.

Xiao Xueyin naturally considered things from a Death Fighter’s position—looking at the current situation, recruiting such a high martial force local would definitely be a huge asset.

Unfortunately, empty promises alone are hard to convince anyone, even if the identity is that of Xiao Fengze’s relative; it’s not something easily done.

At times like these, strength must speak.

"Confident?"

Lv Bai and Xiao Xueyin exchanged glances, understanding what this little brother meant.

He flexed his wrist, "If you bring the Iron Fist Club on board, then everyone’s a villain will become the strongest faction in Chikan Bay."

"Little brother, speaking so confidently, aren’t you afraid you’ll bite your tongue?"

Xiao Fengze felt somewhat amused, "I don’t consider myself weak, yet I wouldn’t claim to handle those monsters."

Lv Bai chuckled, "I can. Consider it carefully: no faction in Chikan Bay has two Grandmasters yet, right?"

Before he finished speaking, he channelled Grandmaster-level Inner Strength into his refined right hand and launched a heavy punch.

Thud!

A bare fist struck the ground, the terrifying force reverberating outward, causing the entire training ground to tremble momentarily.

Experts show their hand, and it’s clear if they have it or not.

Xiao Fengze’s eyelids twitched violently.

Being a Grandmaster Martial Artist himself, his insight was naturally exceptional—Lv Bai was clearly showing Grandmaster level skills.

If he is a Grandmaster, then... why not?

Xiao Fengze’s ambition was quietly stirred.

A faction with two Grandmaster Martial Artists could rank among Chikan Bay’s top powers, even without any subordinates.

In these chaotic times, a little maneuvering seems promising, doesn’t it?

Xiao Xueyin was stunned by Lv Bai’s display, feeling he’d already overestimated Lv Bai.

Yet within just a week, Lv Bai reached Grandmaster realm—how high is this talent?

Suddenly he thought of something and leaned in to ask Lv Bai in a low voice, "Murphy, the clever one on the leaderboard?"

"That’s me."

Lv Bai didn’t hide it; after all, as long as you use your brain a bit, considering his performance, it’s easy to guess.

He got up and turned his gaze back to Xiao Fengze, "If you join, and things go smoothly, everyone’s a villain will have a third Grandmaster."

The third Grandmaster refers to Dao Zheng Wood—given the current situation of the Daoist Sect, it’s impossible to maintain its original leading position.

If they wish to save the elderly and disabled Daoist Master, he indeed doesn’t have many choices left.

Xiao Fengze didn’t hesitate for long, "Let’s discuss what everyone’s a villain intends to do."

...

The sun was setting west.

Central region of Chikan Bay.

A violent force ripple stirred the air, creating waves.

Two figures clashed and parted, landing on opposite platforms.

Hei Jinbao looked at Crow Captain in front of him and laughed heartily, "Thrilling, so thrilling!"

Crow Captain shook his hand, face unchanged.

Hei Jinbao ripped off his shirt, revealing muscles sculpted like a Greek statue.

His back, as wide as an adult black bear, with solid muscles shaped into a demonic smiling face.

"Come on, this is it! Just pushing over a Daoist Sect is too mundane. Today, Old Hei intends to tear apart a Grandmaster to proclaim dominance!"

Even though Hei Jinbao clearly wanted to kill him, Crow Captain remained calm and composed.

A chaotic battle, or rather, siege, raged on below.

The sizeable Jin Family Troupe naturally had numerous Red Stick members.

Even though their average quality is a notch below Crow’s members, backed by sheer numbers, they wouldn’t falter.

While no Crow member has fallen yet, as time drags on, casualties are inevitable.

However, with Jin Family Troupe and Crow fighting, it’s rather beneficial for the Daoist Sect members.

With the Daoist Master absent, the perceptive Daoist Sect members have already begun to seize this chance to escape.

Dao Long, however, persisted in guarding the clinic entrance; after all, he’s an Innate Martial Artist, as long as there’s no trouble, neither Jin Family Troupe nor Crow would attack him.

Inside the small clinic, the lighting flickered blindingly.

A middle-aged man in a white coat seemed unfazed by the outside chaos, steady hands practicing countless times.

Having a body refined with Grandmaster-level Inner Strength makes anesthesia ineffective; most times it’s advantageous, but during surgery, it’s quite torturous.

Dao Zheng Wood gritted his teeth, head tilted back, sweat pooling in the creases of his forehead.

The doctor snipped the stitches, setting a plaster on his right arm, "Alright, let it solidify before moving."

The doctor tidied up the electric saws and tools, speaking without turning his head, "Remember, old Dao, movement is fine, but don’t exert too strenuously; take about a month to recuperate first."

Besides the arm, Dao Zheng Wood suffered serious internal injuries. Fortunately, Grandmaster Martial Artist’s Life Force is resilient; as long as there’s breath in him, recovery is certain.

"Thank you."

Dao Zheng Wood rose, shaking his plastered arm, then casually headed out.