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"Brother Long!"

"Brother Long is here!"

"Everyone give in!"

Suddenly, a commotion arose from the crowd, clearly indicating that the person in question had arrived.

As the heavyweight Nine-Dragon made his appearance, the atmosphere gradually became excited. All the prominent figures in the Kowloon District present gave Nine-Dragon plenty of face.

Nine-Dragon's eyes were resolute, as if he had returned to the decisive and spirited young man he once was, exuding a strong sense of pressure. Even though he walked with a limp, it did not hinder his sharp edge.

Soon, both duelists arrived.

"I'm just a referee. Everyone can witness the feud between you two. Whether it's a fight to the death or a friendly spar, you can decide for yourselves."

Volcano acted as the referee, maintaining a neutral and agreeable demeanor, and cleanly absolved himself of any wrongdoing in just a few words.

Neither of the duelists realized they were being tricked, and began their own pre-match trash talk.

"If I don't defeat you in front of everyone today, I'll never swallow this insult!" the prince said through gritted teeth. "If I win, I never want to see you in Hong Kong again! If I lose, you won't see me in Hong Kong either!"

Upon hearing this, the Kowloon Gang's higher-ups, including Volcano, all cast disdainful glances at him. "Are you kidding me? Nine-Dragon has put such a thick hat of forgiveness on you. You're supposed to be a hall master of the Triad, and you don't even have a bit of guts?"

With such a grand display, I thought you were having a life-or-death battle, getting everyone all fired up. Turns out, it was all so ridiculous?

Volcano secretly raised his middle finger in disdain. Fortunately, he had made two preparations. No matter what, Nine-Tattooed Dragon would not be able to leave this door alive today!

Nine-Dragon asked, "Where is my son?"

The prince sneered, "Your son? Here you go!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than this fellow, showing no regard for martial ethics, flung his coat over Nine-Dragon's eyes, and with a leap, launched an elbow strike aimed at Nine-Dragon's fragile nose.

Upon hearing the news, Kowloon Long Hair, Kowloon Three Eagles, and others who arrived exclaimed in shock, "Shameless! This middle-aged man has no martial ethics and resorts to sneak attacks!"

Fortunately, Nine-Dragon reacted quickly, and after a hasty escape, he seized the opportunity to counterattack.

"What an idiot, is it so hard to even beat a cripple? Attack his lower body!"

Hearing the muttering coming from somewhere, the prince suddenly realized, "That's right, the cripple's weakness is so simple, his lower body must be unstable!"

The prince immediately changed his tactics, which proved to be very effective. He then pressed his advantage, grabbing wooden sticks and steel pipes and attacking the Nine-Tattooed Dragon, gaining the upper hand for a time.

However, that was his limit. Nine-Dragon grabbed the rope suspended in the air and immediately reversed his unstable lower body. With his intact left leg, he directly knocked out his opponent with his famous flying kick.

Nine-Dragon Fiercely gripped the steel pipe, his eyes filled with savagery as he aimed it at the prince's throat and thrust it down. Although it was just a bluff, his fierce gaze still terrified the prince, causing him to completely reveal his true intentions.

"Ah—don't kill me, don't kill me!"

The prince turned pale with fright and howled like a pig being slaughtered, losing all face. Especially upon closer inspection, one could see a yellow stain seeping from beneath the prince.

This guy actually peed his pants in fear?

Everyone who witnessed this scene couldn't help but look at each other in embarrassment; it was incredibly shameful!

The steel pipe in Nine-Dragon's hand hovered only two centimeters above the prince's neck, giving him an absolute advantage. He had no intention of killing him and only wanted to resolve the matter peacefully.

"Where is my son? Let them go!"

"Okay, okay! You win, I'll do whatever you say."

The prince, bruised and battered, dared not disobey.

Before Nine-Dragon could even show a relieved smile, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder. Then, his arm was pulled down violently by an immense, seemingly endless force.

Just hear a pop.

Nine-Dragon was stunned, Volcano was stunned, and all the spectators present were dumbfounded, their eyes wide open.

The prince's eyes bulged out, filled with disbelief and the desperate terror of dying. His throat was pierced by a steel pipe, and the culprit was none other than Nine-Tattooed Dragon, who was holding the steel pipe!

Killed!

"Nine-Dragon, you...you have no martial ethics!"

Before he died, the prince only had time to let out a hoarse struggle of unwillingness before his eyes widened and he lay motionless and silent.

"Ah! Nine-Tattooed Dragon, you killed our prince!"

"Your Highness!"

"Nine-Dragon, what have you done?!"

The members of the Sanlian Gang, fighting on their home turf, were shocked, stunned, enraged, and terrified when their leader died right before their eyes. They all became agitated and roared in protest.

With such a big incident, how are they going to explain it to Gang Leader Lei Gong?

The thought of their punishment is enough to send chills down one's spine.

"I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

Nine-Tattooed Dragon staggered back a few steps, his face deathly pale, staring at his palm in disbelief. His expression was one of utter bewilderment.

It’s evil!

I had no intention of killing the prince at all. I was just trying to scare him and force him to release Ma Jiaohong and his son. That was all.

How did it suddenly become out of control?

Qin Tai, the instigator of all this, smiled without saying a word. A message from Wang Jianjun came through his pager. He took a step back, silently protecting everyone in front of him, and moved away from the center of the conflict.

"Good, good, well done! Nine-Dragon, you've really asked for your own death!"

A look of intense elation burst forth from Volcano's eyes, and the smile on his lips was even harder to suppress than AK's. He hadn't expected things to develop so smoothly than he had imagined!

Nine-Dragon killed the prince, which meant he had completely offended the behemoth that is the Triad. Even if he wanted to establish his own faction, anyone who dared to follow him would have to think twice. Moreover, since he himself promised not to return to the underworld, the Nine-Dragon Gang had every reason to keep him out!

"None of you are allowed to leave! If you kill our Prince, all the gangsters must pay with their lives!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came from the camp of the Sanlian Gang members, instantly breaking the original noisy environment, igniting the anger of the crowd, and arousing their passion.

"Nine-Dragon, you've got guts! I admire you. You dared to kill a gang leader on the territory of the Triads. You should think about how to face Lei Gong's wrath!"

The volcano's gloating and instigation made no attempt to conceal its arrogance.

The leaders and elders of the Kowloon Gang laughed heartily, clearly confident that they had Nine-Tattooed Dragon in their grasp.

Let’s see how you die this time!

"Huh, who was that talking just now?"

On the other hand, the rabble of the Triads were completely bewildered, exchanging bewildered glances.

The pronunciation was clear and articulate, not at all awkward, and didn't sound like someone from the Triads were shouting.

But before they could figure it out, everyone suddenly saw more than a dozen unidentified flying objects with long trails of flame thrown down from the sky. When they landed on the ground, everyone present was shocked.

They were smoke grenades and flashbangs!

In the blink of an eye, it completely blocked the view of everyone present. Then, the second wave of flying objects landed one after another. Hearing the crisp sound, the few people who had just regained their sight, who had been covering their eyes, screamed in horror.

"Oh no, a grenade?"

what?

The Triad members have no sense of martial ethics and use such a weapon with a wide range of destructive power. Aren't they afraid of harming their own people?