"See, I knew that Smiling Face would get attracted here."

Lv Bai descended from the sky, landing at the old residential building a street away, causing Huangfu Zhu to turn and comment to Chang Hu.

Chang Hu didn’t look pleased: "Is this something to be happy about?"

Undoubtedly, this chaos among the Death Fighters wasn’t a trap they had deliberately set up; it was purely an accident.

Initially, they were pondering how to deal with Lv Bai, yet after two days of discussion, they still came up with nothing.

The chasm-like gap between them and Lv Bai finally agitated a Clone mixed in their team.

Simply put, the lack of sufficient common interests between the Death Fighters and the Clones was apparent.

For the Death Fighters, they bet their lives in a massive gamble.

But from the Clones’ perspective, it’s merely a game that can restart after a failure.

Since it’s a game, the most important thing, of course, is to have fun.

If all you do is hide and wait obediently for this deathmatch to end, how is that any different from being in prison?

So instead of playing this family-love game with the Death Fighters, why not seek some thrill?

Coincidentally, more than one Clone had this thought.

So when the Death Fighters woke up to find several dead bodies this morning, things exploded instantly.

Indeed, the Death Fighters couldn’t accurately identify who the Clones were.

But so what?

After spending some time together, there were bound to be a few suspects.

The tense Death Fighters questioned each other, and at the slightest slip, a brawl broke out.

Those a bit more rational, like Huangfu Zhu, noticed the unfavorable situation and immediately distanced themselves from the chaos, fearing they’d get involved.

"isn’t it worth being happy about? I hope they all die, and we make it into the top ten by resting easy."

Huangfu Zhu lit a cigarette, his tone slightly chilly: "From the first day I joined this so-called group, I knew these guys wouldn’t accomplish anything."

"Yes, you’ve been silent since yesterday."

Chang Hu waved his hand in front of him, trying to dispel the smoke, and continued: "I don’t believe you can’t see that many of these guys are just going with the flow. They plan to align with that Smiling Face using racial narrative as a pretense."

Hearing this, Huangfu Zhu laughed dismissively.

"They’re just shallow thinkers. Based on your impression of Smiling Face, that guy isn’t someone merciful."

"So are you planning to use their lives to test the waters?"

Huangfu Zhu, with a cigarette in his mouth, retorted: "Aren’t you?"

Chang Hu’s eyelids drooped: "Keep babbling, and I’ll kill you first."

"Alright, alright, no need to be so angry."

Huangfu Zhu shrugged: "I’ll be straight with you. There’s no way you can join Smiling Face; if he accepts Death Fighters, I’ll ditch you and join him.

If Smiling Face kills them all, it would bring us closer, and when this deathmatch is nearing its end, if we aren’t in the top ten, I’ll find a chance to kill you."

When he talked about killing Chang Hu, his tone showed no obvious fluctuations, as if he was joking.

But Chang Hu was very aware that this sinister guy in front of him could definitely do such a thing.

Thus, he didn’t feel dissatisfied but instead nodded seriously: "You better be careful, too. Don’t give me a chance to take you out first."

...

[Ding!]

[Points +6, current points: 208, current rank 1/18]

Lv Bai squatted in front of a Death Fighter’s corpse, wiping off the blood on his hands with the deceased’s clothes.

During this, he casually lifted his eyes to glance at the four still standing Death Fighters.

"...What do you think?"

With his hands clasped together and a slight bow of his back, Guanjin smiled ingratiatingly, entirely lacking the rebellious demeanor he had shown in front of Chang Hu.

"I roughly understand your intention."

Lv Bai scratched the back of his head, showing his usual gentle smile: "But how can you prove you’re Death Fighters and not Clones?"

Guanjin appeared a little anxious and spoke cautiously: "Surely, Clones wouldn’t grovel like us, the real Death Fighters, right?"

When he mentioned the word ’grovel,’ he didn’t feel ashamed but rather proud.

"Yeah, Smiling Lord, we Death Fighters must stick together."

"We should join forces to eliminate these damned Clones."

The three other Death Fighters present mirrored Guanjin’s sentiments, their expressions largely the same.

Mainly because Lv Bai’s harmless demeanor left much room for their imagination.

Unfortunately, Lv Bai himself had no intention of carefully distinguishing them.

He stood up slowly, raising his arms to his sides.

"It’s a good suggestion. However, I refuse."

Before he finished speaking, he clapped his arms together with a snap, speaking in a cold tone: "Destructive Light!"

With the support of the Golden Core, an endless stream of Inner Strength surged out from his clasped palms.

Like an invisible giant wave, it instantly engulfed the four Death Fighters present.

[Ding!]

[Points +8, current points: 216, current rank 1/14]

Having done all this, he turned around to look at the group of small-time gangsters surrounding him and asked with a cheerful smile, "Recognize me?"

A guy who seemed to be a small leader immediately shouted, "All members of the Golden Han Gang salute the Speaker!"

Even if they didn’t recognize Lv Bai, they all understood the significance of the Speaker.

Everyone present lowered their heads in unison, leaving Lv Bai with a view filled with the tops of their skulls.

"Very well."

Lv Bai gestured with his hand: "Then the cleanup is up to you."

With that, he leisurely walked away, stepping over the encirclement of small-time gangsters.

Even as Lv Bai had his back to them, the small leader dared not look up, continuing to shout, "All members of the Golden Han Gang respectfully see the Speaker out!"

...

South of the city, territory of the Huayue Association.

Misa dragged a half-dead middle-aged man in front of Xiong Pi.

Hyde, Thirteen Orphans, Ah She, and other Grandmasters of different factions followed behind Misa.

Misa threw the middle-aged man at Xiong Pi’s feet as if disposing of trash.

"Prison Director, you can announce it over."

"You guys were brutal; I almost didn’t recognize this was Hua San."

Looking down at the president of the Huayue Association, Xiong Pi’s expression gradually showed restrained excitement: "With this, all the territories in the city are ours, and we can finally deliver on our promises."