Chapter 752: Chapter 308: A Man Dies, His Balls Face Heaven; If Not, He Lives for Ages!

"Alright! Let’s do it!!!"

Time returns to the present moment.

Deep in the alley.

Silent undercurrents are surging.

Over fifty figures, divided into nine groups, rush through the alley exuding the smell of mold and urine.

No noisy slogans.

Only the urgent and suppressed sound of breathing and the slight splashing sound of stepping over puddles.

Choosing to act right after the casino’s grand opening during the day was meant to catch the Blood Wolf Gang off guard.

They would never have expected that the Cyan Dragon Gang, fresh from a grand opening, would reveal deadly fangs while entertaining guests.

Fang Qingyu’s squad only had six members.

Mouse, Old Qin, Jiang Wei, Wei Banmeng, and Old Lü, who insisted on coming despite his unhealed injuries.

Their target was a moderately sized Nightingale Nightclub run by the Blood Wolf Gang at the edge of Gray Rock District.

According to the intel assigned by Lei Meng.

This place is usually guarded by two Tier Two martial artists and several Tier One thugs.

Their task wasn’t to forcibly capture it.

But to stall the defensive forces here, preventing them from reinforcing the headquarters.

Soon, the squad arrived near the target.

The doors of the Phantom Nightclub ahead were tightly shut, radiating a sense of deathly stillness during the day.

Surrounding it were a few snack shops, grocery stores, and a repair stand, with a number of ordinary residents lazily basking in the sun or going about their work.

"Qingzi, how should we do it?"

Qi Hao asked in a low voice.

Fang Qingyu’s gaze swept over the tightly closed doors of the nightclub and the narrow windows on either side, then landed on those ordinary residents who were completely unaware. He furrowed his brow slightly: "Evacuate the people around first. The Blood Wolf Gang has a habit of using ordinary people as shields or retaliating afterward."

Everyone nodded and immediately dispersed without a sound.

Qi Hao and Old Qin approached the snack shops and grocery stores.

Qi Hao knocked on the door of a bun shop, and inside was a gray-haired old lady.

Faced with the sudden appearance of a stranger and Qi Hao’s low explanation of "Cyan Dragon Gang business, please leave temporarily."

The old lady’s clouded eyes first flashed with a hint of fear.

Then turned into a kind of numbed compliance, even with a trace of barely noticeable pleasure.

She silently nodded her head, trembling as she began to pack up a few worthless steam baskets on the stall, muttering: "Iniquity... they’re long overdue for a reckoning..."

Old Qin was even more direct, gesturing threateningly at the repair stand’s boss, making a throat-slitting motion and pointing at the nightclub.

The burly repair man turned pale, dropped his wrench without a word, called over a few idle men watching the spectacle, and started pushing his tool box deeper into the alley.

Wei Banmeng and Jiang Wei handled the other side.

Jiang Wei simply stood quietly in front of a grocery store, her eyes clear yet filled with an inhuman aura, calmly looking at the shopkeeper who was peeking out nervously.

As the shopkeeper met her gaze, he inexplicably shivered, as if being watched by some ancient beast, and his face went pale as he retreated, followed by a frantic sound of tidying inside.

The entire process was quick and efficient.

These ordinary people living at the bottom of Gray Rock District had long grown accustomed to gang conflicts.

They harbored no good feelings towards the Blood Wolf Gang, having suffered under them.

While the Cyan Dragon Gang’s reputation wasn’t much better, notifying them ahead of time to avoid trouble was a rare act of kindness.

No one would be foolish enough to tip off the Blood Wolf Gang.

They only hoped to quickly distance themselves from the imminent battlefield.

In just a few minutes, the area around the nightclub within dozens of meters became deathly silent, leaving only sunlight and dust drifting on the empty street.

On the other side...

Blood Wolf Gang headquarters.

On the top floor of the thirteen-story building, a landmark in Gray Rock District.

By the massive floor-to-ceiling window, One-Eyed Wolf Wang Biao’s remaining eye was fixed on the chaotic scene on the street below.

Those ordinary people who worked nervously in the Blood Wolf Gang’s industries, were now fleeing the building in panic like scattered ants, pouring out of every exit.

There seemed to be a commotion of people moving at the intersections leading here.

"Useless! A group of useless fools!!"

Wang Biao turned abruptly, veins pulsing on his forehead like worms, and his remaining eye spewed flames of rage, almost burning to ashes the cowering heads standing before him.

He grabbed a metal ashtray from the desk.

And smashed it furiously onto the polished floor, creating an ear-piercing sound of rupture.

"Who can tell me?! Cyan Dragon Gang! Where did they get so many Tier Two masters?! Huh?!"

He roared like a wounded wolf, spitting saliva that covered the face of a leader standing at the forefront, "The casino was raided by them before! I told you to keep a close watch! What the hell did you watch for? You watched for a group of fools reporting they recruited a few newcomers?! A few?! This is dozens!! Dozens of Tier Two!! Are your eyes located in your ass?!"

The enormous fear and absurdity entwined like a cold poisonous snake around the hearts of every Blood Wolf Gang core member present.

They did know the Cyan Dragon Gang had welcomed a number of new people lately.

But who would’ve thought... who would’ve thought that the quality of these newcomers would be so astonishing?!

Dozens of Tier Two masters willingly joining Cyan Dragon Gang, a ragtag gang in Gray Rock District?

This is like a flock of phoenixes collectively flying into a chicken coop.

Completely beyond the limits of their comprehension.

"What are you waiting for?! Waiting to die?!"

Wang Biao looked at the alarmed, bewildered faces of his subordinates, nearly furious enough to spit blood. He suddenly pointed at a trusted aide in charge of communications, "You! Immediately! Right now! Call the Iron Claw Association’s Supervisor Zhang! Tell them the Cyan Dragon Gang has gone mad! They’re attacking us with full force! Have them send people right away! Immediately!! Tell them, if we fall, their financial route in Gray Rock District is completely cut off! Call quickly!!"