Mythology Management System

"White Shark, don't push your luck!" The man with the mustache stared defiantly at White Shark, accompanied by a group of his henchmen, confronting White Shark's forces.

"Get out of my way, who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like that?!" White Shark grinned, his face contorted with grotesque features, making him look particularly ferocious.

The man with the mustache looked grim. He didn't hold a very high position in the Black Dragon Society. Although he was one of the earliest members to join the Black Dragon Society, his lack of strength was a major weakness.

Members at the peak of the second tier are at most considered high-ranking members of the Black Dragon Society, not even in the core circle. The real backbone is still those few third-tier leaders, after all, their strength speaks for itself.

Even so, those leaders didn't dare to be too arrogant in front of him. After all, he had been with Black Dragon the longest and was the most senior. If they made a move, Black Dragon might remember it.

Overall, he was a figure of some importance within the Black Dragon Society, and seeing White Shark so disrespectful of him, the man with the mustache was understandably furious.

"Humph."

With a cold snort, the man with the mustache said in icy eyes, "White Shark, don't forget, you only survived because you were spared by Boss Black Dragon. If he hadn't been too lazy to kill you, you would have been dead long ago!"

White Shark laughed wildly, slapping his thigh, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world: "Haha, really? So, I should thank Black Dragon for sparing my life?"

Turning his head, White Shark raised his serrated broadsword and said, "Men, since Boss Black Dragon helped me, shouldn't we 'repay' him?"

"Hoo~ Boss is right!"

"Haha, let's fucking kill them! We're going to smash up the Black Dragon Society's place today!"

"We'll repay the boss however he tells us to!"

The White Shark Gang members joined in the commotion, acting as if they were completely fearless.

"You..." The man with the mustache was furious. It seemed that White Shark was serious this time, and they didn't know if they could hold out until Boss Black Dragon returned.

"White Shark, don't go too far, or you'll be in for it when Boss Black Dragon gets back!!"

"Hahaha." White Shark laughed even more heartily. Perhaps because the wound around his mouth hadn't been stitched up properly, his laughter gave the impression of being slightly slurred.

"Don't try to intimidate me with the Black Dragon! Your Black Dragon leader was killed by Wei Zheng long ago!"

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, the members of the Black Dragon Society were all startled, and a bad premonition arose from the bottom of their hearts.

"How could someone as strong as Black Dragon Boss be killed by Wei Zheng? This must be fake news, right?"

"Maybe not? What if it's true? Boss Black Dragon has been gone for several hours and hasn't sent back a single message. What if he really fell into an enemy ambush and was killed?"

"The White Shark Gang came with great force; they must have received accurate information, otherwise they would never have risked their lives to cause us trouble."

The Black Dragon Society members were whispering amongst themselves when the man with the mustache heard them. His face darkened, and he roared, "Shut up!"

"Don't fall into the great white shark's trap!"

When he looked at the white shark again, the man with the mustache's eyes were filled with fear.

What a brilliant move – to destroy someone's spirit!

Great White Shark really played his cards right!

Whether the news is true or false, it will throw the Black Dragon Society members into disarray. If they panic, they'll be lucky to perform at 70-80% of their full fighting strength in the upcoming battle.

"White Shark, if you're not afraid of Boss Black Dragon's retaliation, then go ahead and make your move." A short knife slid out from the mustache's sleeve, which he grabbed, his eyes fixed on White Shark.

"Haha, I already told you, your Black Dragon Boss is long dead!!"

After speaking, White Shark stopped arguing and swung his serrated broadsword at the man with the mustache.

Feeling the gust of wind whistling past his ears, the man with the mustache's expression changed. He used his short sword to block the white shark's serrated broadsword, but he managed to block it with great difficulty.

With his peak second-tier strength, it would be a pipe dream for him to fight against a peak third-tier white shark.

The immense force pressed down on him, and the fine blades on the serrated broadsword were clearly visible. The man with the mustache suddenly regretted fighting with White Shark; he could have stalled for a while longer.

Could it be that he has been in the Black Dragon Society for too long, which has made him arrogant and unable to recognize his own worth?

Perhaps that's part of the reason, but he felt that the main reason was that he didn't want the Black Dragon to be destroyed, or perhaps it was his loyalty to the Black Dragon that was at play.

Although Black Dragon can be crazy at times, you have to admit he's a real man!

He would start a fight without hesitation, and would draw his knife at the slightest provocation. No one in the entire Qingshui City dared to utter a sound in front of him.

Such domineering aura... only a black dragon possesses!

He was conquered by the Black Dragon's domineering nature back then, which is why he was willing to serve him wholeheartedly.

"Hmph!" The man with the mustache snorted coldly. Now that things had come to this, there was no use in regretting it. White Shark would never let him go.

The man with the mustache twirled the short knife in his hand, reversed his grip with his right hand, and charged forward again.

"Tch, overestimating yourself!" White Shark found it utterly ridiculous. When did he become someone anyone could mock?

He did lose to Black Dragon, that's an indisputable fact, but that's absolutely no reason for these people to dare to provoke him!

When White Shark and Little Mustache began their clash, the Black Dragon Society's underlings also started to confront White Shark's gang.

The Black Dragon Society only had a little over twenty people at most, most of whom were only at the first level of strength.

The Black Dragon Society originally had nearly a hundred members, but in the last battle with the Dragon Slayer Pavilion, most of them were lost, and only four or five members with second-tier strength remained. Little Mustache was still the strongest among the remaining members.

The outcome of the battle was without a doubt: the Black Dragon Society collapsed at the first touch. This was probably because their long-standing position at the top of the food chain in Qingshui City had instilled arrogance in them, leading them to believe that only the Dragon Slayer Pavilion could rival them in the entire city.

However, they were wrong, and the price of their mistake was their lives.

Mad Shark, the third-tier deputy leader of the White Shark Gang, wore two brass knuckles. These two weapons, like the folding knife of the man with the mustache, were made of rare metals and were worth at least a hundred spirit stones.

Price reflects value; the two knuckle dusters constantly flashed with black light, and the sharpness of their spikes sent chills down one's spine.

"Tsk tsk, the Black Dragon Society really has no one left." Mad Shark said disdainfully. Being able to suppress the Black Dragon Society would be his best bragging rights in the future.

With a single punch, he turned a first-tier member of the Black Dragon Society into a sieve, and bright red blood dripped down the edges of his brass knuckles.

Mad Shark curled his lip and muttered, "Seriously, there isn't a single one who can fight."

The Black Dragon Society members who were besieging him were so angry they wanted to vomit blood. "If you're so capable, say that to the Black Dragon Boss's face! He'll slap you into a pancake!"

The Black Dragon Society no longer has any third-tier cultivators. The strongest second-tier cultivator is still being brutally beaten by White Shark. The rest of the group combined are no match for a single third-tier expert.

In despair, many members of the Black Dragon Society looked at the mustachioed man being brutally beaten by White Shark. Seeing his miserable state, their despair intensified.

The short knife in the mustache's hand was knocked away by the white shark's blade and fell to the ground. Then, the large knife covered with serrated edges slashed at the mustache.

A sinister smile crept across White Shark's lips as he conjured up the image of the man being hacked to pieces beneath his blade.

However, at that moment, an untimely voice rang out.

"Excuse me, has any of you lost anything?"

The person who spoke blinked, holding a golden dagger in his left hand and a silver dagger in his right.

White Shark: "..."

Where did this brain-dead idiot come from?