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With tears welling in his eyes, Chen Luojun sincerely called out "Master," a title he had long awaited. He had long regarded Long Juanfeng as his father.

Little did they expect that when they became master and disciple, they would face a life-or-death separation.

Without a word, Tornado channeled his inner energy to control the silver needles. Before Chen Luojun could react, he ripped open his shirt and the first needle fell at lightning speed.

"what!"

The intense pain caused even the battle-hardened Chen Luojun to roar out loud, his face twitching and veins bulging.

"Silence!" Tornado Storm shouted. "No matter how painful it is, we must not give up, or all our efforts will be in vain!"

Immediately afterwards, three more needles were inserted. Before they even reached his body, Chen Luojun felt immense wind pressure on his skin. He gritted his teeth, waiting for the excruciating pain that felt like his bones were being scraped off. The silver needles struck the Huiyin, Tanzhong, and Zhongwan acupoints on the Ren meridian.

The immense pain tore at his fragile central nervous system; had it not been for the tornado's warning and his unwavering perseverance, he probably would have given up long ago.

"Hold on, Alo, I don't have the strength to start over!"

The tornado's forehead was also covered in sweat.

The silver needles penetrated straight into the bone marrow, and the vital energy rampaged through the blocked meridians, causing you pain a hundred times greater than childbirth.

Chen Luojun roared inwardly, unable to imagine how the handsome young Tai, who was even younger than himself, could endure such excruciating pain.

If he can endure it, why can't I?

Poor Chen Luojun still lost because of his honest nature. He could never have imagined that, finally, his Ren meridian was opened. Chen Luojun didn't utter a sound, but he had already reached his limit.

Tornado secretly praised himself for not misjudging him; it was already quite an achievement that he had persevered this far. Immediately afterward, he began to use silver needles to puncture the Du meridian.

Unfortunately, at the very last moment, when he was targeting the second-to-last acupoint, Chen Luojun could no longer bear it and roared loudly, releasing his true energy.

"what-"

The sound was like thunder, making Xin Yi, Si Zai, and Twelve Shao, who were standing nearby, feel pain in their eardrums. However, their expressions changed drastically. Sure enough, something unexpected had happened. Had they failed?

"It's alright, I don't blame you. The success of this kind of forced growth is just an isolated case." Tornado's eyes were filled with dejection and regret, but she did not blame Chen Luojun.

Even so, at least he had established connections and gained a sufficient foundation in martial arts.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Master, I..." Chen Luojun was filled with remorse, and tears fell uncontrollably.

"No, I'm not your master."

"master....."

Chen Luojun's eyes were red, and he knelt down with a thud, filled with remorse and self-blame. He thought he had disappointed Long Juanfeng too much, which was why he refused to accept it.

“Luo Jun, my life is coming to an end. I can neither help you open your Ren and Du meridians nor teach you the Whirlwind Fist, so I can’t be considered your master. I hope you go to Handsome Tai and become his disciple!” Tornado slowly lit a cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and said, “He and I are from the same school, and in terms of the essence and profound meaning of the Whirlwind Fist, he is no less than me!”

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked. They never expected that Handsome Tai would also know the Whirlwind Fist.

"The fact that Handsome Thai let us leave means he's neutral and not colluding with the big boss; he just has his own plans..."

The tornado's voice seemed to have passed its peak and was gradually becoming tired: "Luo Jun, if you want to return to the stronghold and deal with the big boss and Wang Jiu, you must learn the Whirlwind Fist. Becoming his disciple is the only option."

"Yes, Master, I understand!"

Chen Luojun was loyal and righteous, and always considered Tornado his mentor. Tornado didn't intend to correct him on this point. He smiled contentedly, looked out the window with a carefree air, and finished burning his last cigarette.

"Sigh, I tried to quit this harmful thing my whole life, but I still couldn't. What a failure."

The tornado spoke calmly, and then fell silent.

"Boss?"

A sense of foreboding washed over Shinichi, and his face paled with panic. He patted Tornado on the shoulder, but the latter remained motionless. Shinichi then checked Tornado's breath with trembling fingers.

The result made his eyes redden, tears welled up in his eyes, and then he sobbed uncontrollably.

"Boss!"

The legendary figure, Tornado, has thus come to an end.

The big boss is dead!

With a heavy heart, Young Kun announced this bombshell that was enough to shake the entire Kowloon.

"Oh, I see. He doesn't look like he'll live to be a hundred years old." Qin Tai wasn't surprised and said calmly, "Judging by the time, his last burst of energy has almost passed, and the tornado should be dead by now."

Upon hearing this, Liang Kun's expression became even more heartbroken.

Don't misunderstand that it's a case of heroes appreciating each other, nor is it that he sparked any romance with these two extraordinary people.

Rather, it was his first mediation as the leader of Hung Hing, and it ended in failure.

Regardless of whether the conflict has been resolved, the fact that two long-established leaders have both met their demise is enough to make people in the martial arts world think of him.

If he ends up with the title of "lone star of calamity," what prestige will he, Liang Kun, have left as the leader?

When will I achieve the status of being highly respected?

Qin Tai advised, "Brother Kun, I think you should give up on the prestigious route. You're completely out of character for those words. I still prefer the original, unruly you." "Go away... you're so disrespectful and making fun of the big boss! Cough cough... Actually, I've thought about it carefully!" Kun's eyes gleamed, and he suddenly shook off his dejection, transforming into a confident and ambitious look. "The two remaining 'fires' I have after taking office can be used to flex my muscles through two other things!"

As for the first big event, it was naturally the legendary moment when Qin Taiquan defeated Wang Jiu at the Dragon Head Banquet, leaving a lasting impression on everyone. As the leader of the main characters, Liang Kun also enjoyed a moment of glory.

"Oh? What is it?"

Qin Tai was somewhat skeptical of Liang Kun's ingenious ideas, feeling that the guy was up to no good.

"The second thing is to promote the brothers under my command! Fei Long, Yao Wen, and A Xiang have all done a great job. As their leader, I should reward them according to their merits. I will give them all the honors and promote them at the next Hung Hing meeting!"

Hmm, this actually makes some sense.

Qin Tai nodded approvingly. It was perfectly normal for the leader to promote his subordinates. This was both a reward for those who had followed him and a way to enhance team cohesion, as well as a deterrent to the other elders, thus increasing his authority as the leader.

He was already a hall master, so he naturally didn't care about this reward. But the brothers under his command had worked hard to get there. Feilong, Yaowen, and Weijixiang had made great contributions to managing and building up their territory, so they naturally deserved to be rewarded.

Wang Jianguo, Wang Jianjun, Xiao Lin, Gao Jin, and others belong to his own inner circle, always following him closely, but doing shady things. Although they have worked hard and made great contributions, not much of what they have done is actually public, so they are not enough to convince others and get promoted.

But that doesn't matter. Even without a high-ranking official position, who in the gang would dare to show the slightest disrespect? Moreover, having made his fortune with the God of Wealth, he enjoys the high-level treatment of a security company manager or captain, something many people envy.

"What about the third fire?"

Qin Tai asked curiously.

"I'm the head of Hung Hing now, no longer the lowly gang leader I used to be. Those guys who didn't give me face before and owed me money, of course I have to settle accounts with them!" Jian Kun rubbed his hands together excitedly and pulled out a list. "Here, little brother, I'm leaving this to you. Try to get them all back within a month!"