"Before you hid, didn’t you think of changing clothes first?"

Lv Bai crouched down and randomly wiped twice on the clothes of the high-cheekboned Death Fighter, barely wiping some of the blood off his hands.

[Ding!]

[Points +6, Current Points: 43, Current Ranking: 1/131]

When the corridor quieted down, Dao Long led a few people in running.

"Brother Bai, we could have handled this ourselves."

Dao Long glanced at the corpses of the Death Fighters, not paying attention to the state of their deaths. He simply didn’t understand why Lv Bai insisted on doing it himself.

Do you know the people from Oshima are still fiercely battling on the Nanxing Association’s turf?

Not to mention, after the prison troops entered, Chikan Bay was thrown into complete chaos everywhere.

As the current Speaker of Chikan Bay, you could’ve stood out to oversee the overall situation instead of personally dealing with some Oshima freshmen who’d already fled.

What kind of grudge is this?

Lv Bai casually replied, "I have to do it myself because I love them."

Hearing this, Dao Long’s eyelids twitched: "But didn’t you say to Simba that if you love someone, you should give them freedom?"

"Fooled him, did you really believe it?"

Lv Bai waved his hand dismissively and laughed disdainfully, "I’d say, if you love someone, lock them in the basement, feed them through the little hole in the door until they love you back."

Dao Long’s mouth twitched violently, he opened his mouth, but could only make a strange "uhh—" sound.

Lv Bai didn’t mind, instead he raised his right arm at a forty-five-degree angle and said passionately.

"Let’s not talk about it anymore, let’s go and continue helping Oshima High School enhance the purity of the team. These deserters don’t deserve to be part of Oshima."

...

The parking lot filled with used cars was extremely quiet.

A group of prison guards was advancing slowly, led by two Senior Prison Guards. The Innate Martial Artist’s physique allowed the two Senior Prison Guards to disregard most sneak attacks.

"Enemy attack at nine o’clock, number...over a hundred."

Behind the two Senior Prison Guards, a helmeted officer reminded.

"Seems like another small reckless group."

The more robust Senior Prison Guard gave a sidelong, indifferent glance at his colleague: "Do you want to move a bit?"

"Never mind, fighting these punks isn’t worth it," the other Senior Prison Guard replied.

"Fine by me."

The robust Senior Prison Guard waved his hand: "Everyone, take positions, crossfire."

As the order was given, the team of prison guards behind them immediately scattered, swiftly taking shooting positions.

A group of over a hundred punks charged screaming into the parking lot but before they could find the prison guards hiding inside, countless bullets poured in from all angles to greet them.

Bang bang bang bang!!!

Bullets rained down ferociously.

In a blur of time, the group of punks fell like corn being harvested.

These punks’ so-called bravery was nothing more than bullying ordinary people; against such a gunfire barricade, there was no bravery to speak of. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

The punks lucky enough to survive the first wave of shooting screamed, desperately trying to crawl out of the parking lot area.

Some were so frightened they were paralyzed with shock, sitting dumbly on the ground, not knowing what to do.

Nonetheless, even with the situation suddenly clear, the robust Senior Prison Guard didn’t plan to stop; he spoke into his earpiece, "Keep firing."

...

Inside a braised meat shop.

Nearly ten prison guards blocked the shop entrance, firing wildly at a shirtless middle-aged man inside.

The man’s muscles were exaggerated like a bodybuilder’s, covered in numerous shallow bullet marks.

He didn’t dodge but kept getting hit by bullets; yet he appeared completely unaffected, his expression relaxed.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man’s foot moved, his whole body swept out like a gale, throwing the prison guards blocking the shop door high into the air.

After a series of screams, none of the nearly ten prison guards survived.

The middle-aged man shook his body, dislodging the bullets stuck to his skin.

He frowned slightly: "What’s going on?"

...

"Fire! Fire!"

A Senior Prison Guard hysterically shouted, crazily urging his team to shoot.

Dense bullets rained down like a storm, covering the entire intersection.

Their target was the bosses of three gambling establishments next to the intersection.

To run such a shop in Chikan Bay, either you have strong backing or you have strong capabilities.

These three casino bosses were clearly the latter, all being Innate Level Martial Artists.

At this level of Martial Dao, bullets had to directly hit the eyes; otherwise, they could ignore most bullet damage.

After a brief acceleration, the three Innate Martial Artists invaded the prison guard squad, unleashing a bloody massacre.

The Senior Prison Guard, seeing things going badly, was reporting through his earpiece while planning a strategic retreat.

But at that moment, a figure suddenly descended from the sky.

The figure seemed to morph into a phantom, strafing across the intersection, beheading all three Innate Martial Artists.

Three heads fell with a bang, Misa Prison Warden didn’t even glance, casually pulling a sidearm from a prison guard’s corpse, and smashing it onto the strategic retreating Senior Prison Guard’s back of the head.

"Useless!"

The Senior Prison Guard touched the back of his head, sheepishly grinning, unable to say anything.

Fortunately, Misa didn’t plan to blame anyone in this situation; he turned to look toward the center of Chikan Bay, his tone somewhat enigmatic: "The attack is even fiercer than expected."

The Senior Prison Guard cautiously approached: "Warden, you’re right; such a place of filth deserves a thorough cleansing."

...

[Ding!]

[Points +2, Current Points: 54, Current Ranking: 1/115]

Swish~

Lv Bai pulled a Bone-Cutting Knife from a corpse, bringing out a strand of still-warm blood.

Without looking back, he asked, "Is there nothing else?"

Dao Long stood behind him, hearing the voice quickly snapped out of his daze.

"Yes... only found these so far."

Dao Long gritted his teeth and continued to add, "After all, with prison guards everywhere in Chikan Bay right now, gathering intelligence is somewhat inconvenient."

"Alright then."

Lv Bai nodded, only then turned his head back and asked softly, "So, what’s the situation now?"

"Brother Bai, are you asking about Oshima or...?"

"Tell me about everything."

Lv Bai gestured for Dao Long to follow him, speaking as they walked.

"Since it’s too chaotic to gather intelligence, let’s quell the chaos first.

After all, I’m the Speaker of Chikan Bay; I have to secure benefits for the family."