Hot Blood: Dominate the World with Your Fists

While Dongye Huanglong was busy preparing for the opening, a new force entered the scene.

A completely black luxury car with sharp lines rushed into the bustling and noisy city of Seoul like a ferocious beast.

There were three men in the car who looked very arrogant. The leader was a man with long hair, a stern face and sharp eyes that seemed to penetrate one's soul.

There was also a bald man with a burly and strong build, whose head reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight.

The bald man's attention was attracted by the towering skyscrapers around him.

These modern buildings reached into the sky, and the glass curtain walls reflected colorful light, which made him stunned.

After a while, he came back to his senses and turned to the long-haired man sitting in the passenger seat with envy and said, "Boss, look at these buildings in Seoul. They are so tall and magnificent! When we make a fortune in the future, can we buy a building like this and live in it?"

However, in the face of the bald man's expectant question, the long-haired man seemed to have not heard it. He continued to stare at the scenery outside the car window with an expressionless face and said nothing.

In fact, the bald man was no longer surprised by the long-haired man's cold attitude.

He knew that his boss was always taciturn and acted decisively and ruthlessly, so he knew what to do and stopped talking. He just shut his mouth and followed behind.

Not long after, the black car slowly drove into a quiet, deep and deserted alley and stopped steadily.

Immediately afterwards, the three of them got out of the car one after another, moving quickly and efficiently.

Two of them walked to the rear of the car, worked together to open the trunk, and then pulled hard, and a man covered in blood and in a dishevel was pulled out.

The poor guy's face was covered with wounds of varying sizes, blood constantly oozing out of them, and he looked extremely miserable and terrifying.

At the same time, the long-haired man walked to a dilapidated and abandoned mirror and began to tidy up his long black hair that had already fallen to his shoulders, as if no one was around.

I saw him skillfully combing his hair with his fingers, then taking out an elastic band and neatly tying his hair into a high ponytail.

Throughout the whole process, he maintained a cold and focused expression, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

The other two men surrounded the man with blood on his face with ferocious looks, and kept urging him, "Call your boss! Don't dawdle! Otherwise, you'll be in trouble!"

Their voices echoed in the silent alley, sounding particularly eerie and terrifying.

The man with blood all over his face and a distorted expression was shaking constantly. He picked up the phone with difficulty and dialed the number with his blood-stained and slightly trembling hand.

However, there was no response from the other end of the phone, only an endless busy tone.

"No... no one answered!" the man cried, his voice hoarse with fear.

"Huh? Why is no one answering?! What are we going to do with the 100 million you owe us?"

The burly bald man next to him had his eyes wide open and veins bulging on his forehead. Without saying a word, he kicked the man hard, knocking him heavily onto the back of the car.

"Now it's more than 100 million, it's 200 million." At this time, the long-haired man who had been standing silently beside him spoke slowly, his tone so calm as if it was just a trivial matter.

"Ah? Didn't we agree on 100 million? How come it suddenly became 200 million? You can't do this!" The man with blood on his face widened his eyes, looked at the long-haired man in disbelief, and asked desperately.

"You idiot, doesn't it cost us anything to come all the way here to collect the debt from you? Of course these expenses will be charged to you." The long-haired man replied expressionlessly, with a hint of indifference and ruthlessness in his eyes.

Hearing this, the man collapsed to the ground as if struck by lightning, his face turning pale in an instant.

After a long while, he came to his senses, and suddenly knelt on his knees, kowtowed to the long-haired man and begged: "Please be merciful and give me a little less money, I really can't afford so much money!"

Seeing the man's humble appearance, the long-haired man sneered and walked forward slowly.

As he walked, he pulled out a long-handled hammer from behind him, gently weighing it in his hand. He said slowly, "Okay, if you want to reduce the debt, that's fine. But every arm you lose will offset 10 million. What do you think? It's your choice!"

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As night falls and the lights come on, the whole city is shrouded in colorful lights.

At this time, Higashino Arairyu's pachinko parlor officially opened with a grand ceremony.

The news of the opening of this new store was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, which quickly caused ripples and attracted the attention of the powerful local Yishuai Gang.

Almost immediately, the leaders of the Yishuai Gang noticed this development and immediately sent their men to investigate the situation.

At this time, in a spacious and bright office building, Zhang Yishuai, the boss of the Yishuai Gang, was sitting leisurely in the luxurious boss chair, with a cigarette emitting wisps of green smoke in his mouth.

However, in stark contrast to his apparent leisure, he had actually been feeling restless in his heart.

The reason was simple. Several hours had passed since he sent people to the pachinko parlor of Higashinoharoku to investigate the situation, but there was still no news from the men he sent.

This long wait gradually wore out Zhang Yishuai's patience, and his originally calm demeanor became more and more impatient.

He would occasionally glance at his watch, his brow furrowed, wondering: What kind of intelligence would take so long to gather? What the hell are these guys up to? I can't wait any longer!

Finally, Zhang Yishuai, who could no longer endure this torture, slammed the table, stood up suddenly, and prepared to go and check it out in person.

However, just as he stood up, he accidentally dropped the burning cigarette in his hand, and the ash fell right on his hand.

"Hiss! Ahsi!" Zhang Yishuai couldn't help but cry out in pain and shook his hands reflexively.

Then he cursed and sat back in his chair while rubbing the burned area on the back of his hand.

But just a moment later, he seemed to have thought of something, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he opened one of the drawers of his desk and carefully took out a dagger that was shining with a cold light.

Then he inserted the dagger into his lower back, covered it with his clothes, and turned and walked out the door without hesitation.

In this way, Zhang Yishuai set out towards Dongye Huanglong's territory.