Led by Simba and the major generals of various factions, thousands of people walked out of the gates of Oshima High School, quickly filling the streets densely.

The students of Oshima sported all sorts of bizarre hairstyles, their uniforms were modified to varying lengths, and some even hung various numbers of metal chains around their waists or necks.

With such a distinctive appearance, people along the way naturally couldn’t fail to recognize them.

This caused vehicles on the road to be forced to stop, waiting for Oshima’s large troop to pass first.

Many students chose to take a detour, squeezing through the gaps between the traffic.

But more of them stepped directly on the hoods of vehicles, trampling over the rooftops.

If Lv Bai were to come to the entrance of this street now, he would clearly see rows of floating letters of various colors above the troop.

Over a hundred Death Fighters mingled in the vast army of Oshima students, not standing out much, looking more like they were slacking off.

Looking at the excited and fervent Oshima students, Simba, at the forefront, was very satisfied.

However, he didn’t say much and continued to lead the Oshima students towards Chikan Bay.

...

At this moment, Chikan Bay hadn’t had time to recover from the previous chaos.

Bell Tower Dam was in disarray, and the shops in this area certainly couldn’t operate for the time being.

The streets and alleys seemed somewhat deserted, far from the usual bustle.

Next to the Bell Tower in the center of Chikan Bay, there was a coffee shop.

Through its transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, several staff members could be seen wiping the tables, which still had some leftover coffee cups needing to be cleaned up.

Looking further inside, a long table with a distinct European style could be seen, where Lv Bai sat at the head, holding a cup of coffee.

On his left side, sat the leaders of major forces like Thirteen Orphans and Crow Captain, while on his right were old masters like Dao Zheng Wood.

As Xiao Fengze, a middle-aged master, sat on the right side, he always felt a bit out of place with these old men, no matter how he tried to fit in.

To end the conversation quickly, he couldn’t help saying, "Lv Bai... Brother, just tell us, how do you plan to distribute the territories? Anyway, I have no objections, whatever you say, I’ll do."

"That’s right, you all talk, I, this old man, won’t participate."

Dao Zheng Wood promptly expressed his stance.

Hearing these words, Thirteen Orphans, Crow Captain, Lou Yunyi, and Noah Zorro, the leaders of the head powers, exchanged glances with mutual understanding.

After all, ultimately, they didn’t acknowledge Lv Bai’s role due to his charisma or other reasons, but simply because they realized they couldn’t defeat him, thus had to accept Lv Bai’s position as Speaker.

Nevertheless, acknowledgment was just acknowledgment; when it came to profit distribution, they still had to fight for it.

They didn’t hope for the Jin Family Troupe’s territory, assuming Lv Bai’s whole evil crew would take over.

But they still aimed to preserve as much of their own territories as possible.

Having looked around, seeing the others reluctant to speak first,

Thirteen Orphans decided to speak up initially.

"Brother Lv Bai, as you know, when Daoist Master was around, he never targeted our territories; over the years, everyone got accustomed to it.

Now, you want us to each give up half of our territories; isn’t that crossing the line?"

Lv Bai didn’t speak, still wearing an innocent, friendly smile.

However, White Eyebrow Bat King sneered and then said, "Let me say a fair word, Xiao Shisan, you mentioned it yourself; that was Daoist Master’s rule, but now the Speaker of Chikan Bay isn’t Dao Ming Temple."

As White Eyebrow Bat King’s words fell, the scene immediately fell silent.

To prevent the atmosphere from becoming too sharp, Lou Yunyi hesitated slightly and said, "Desolate Tiger Hall can relinquish Building Street."

"There’s no need for everyone to be so tense; this isn’t the time to distribute territories yet."

Lv Bai pressed down with both hands, deciding to add some burden to everyone: "It’s like this, according to reliable information, Oshima plans to target Chikan Bay."

"What?!"

"Would they dare!"

"Is the information reliable?"

Upon hearing this news, it was like a bolt from the blue.

For a moment, the leaders of the head forces like Thirteen Orphans put the territory issues aside and questioned eagerly.

There was no choice; the power of Oshima High School wasn’t a scattered sand like Chikan Bay.

Oshima High School, consolidating all regional forces, was a formidable giant to any power within Chikan Bay.

"Why would they suddenly decide to target Chikan Bay? Could it be they already know about Daoist Master?"

Thirteen Orphans frowned, seemingly unable to comprehend, but still pressed on: "Do you know when Oshima High School plans to act?"

Just as Lv Bai was about to answer, a member of the Nanxing Association suddenly ran into the coffee shop.

"Chairman! We’ve been attacked!"

...

Bang!

A compact car weighing nearly a ton flipped several times in mid-air before crashing to the ground.

Simba walked across the "cleared" road with his hands in his pockets.

The generals of each faction led their people forward, attempting to damage shops and vegetation along the way as much as possible.

Bang—

Brother Asher smashed the glass door of a mall with a slap, shouting loudly, "Is everyone ready?"

"We’re all ready, just waiting for the word!"

"Ohh ohh!!!"

A large number of students in Oshima uniforms roared in excitement, their blood filled with violent impulses fully unleashed.

Local residents, upon seeing this scene, quickly fled on the spot, those who couldn’t flee in time hurriedly retreated to their homes, locking their doors tightly.

Meanwhile, quite a few members of the Nanxing Association stood out, attempting to block the way.

However, both in numbers and strength, the disparity was too great, rendering them unable to pose much trouble for the Oshima troops despite their best efforts.

Screams, roars, and the sounds of fighting converged in the streets, forming a symphony filled with elements of blood and violence.

Chang Hu kicked a member of the Nanxing Association to the ground, then casually grabbed a stone bollard and smashed it onto the person’s head.

Glancing at the unrecognizable corpse beneath his feet, he remarked, "Feels a bit too easy."

Huangfu Zhu sidled up to him, casually laughing, "Isn’t it obvious? We’re ambushing them."

"No, what I mean is, these people seem utterly unprepared."

Chang Hu surveyed the surroundings, unable to understand, "Wasn’t Chikan Bay supposed to be the most chaotic place?"

"Do you think they’re feigning weakness to deceive the enemy?"

The answer to this question, Huangfu Zhu didn’t know, but he didn’t care much: "Us Death Fighters are just here to cheer on; if anything goes wrong, aren’t those tall folks taking the lead?"