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"Bandit Brother, how does it feel? Not so pleasant being roasted, huh?" Mo Ming scoffed and said, "Even if you make it to Yama, don't you dare tell on me. If you want to blame someone, blame Sito Hai. If he hadn't provoked me, I wouldn't have had to burn you alive, right?"
The flames were fierce, but they only surrounded the bandits and did not consume them. This was not an oversight by Mo Ming; he deliberately wanted to ensure that the bandits wouldn't die so easily. He intended to roast them alive.
"Get lost, Mo Ming, you bastard! You only know how to use these lowly tricks. I could tell from the start that you were no good, full of malice. Hmph! I'm not afraid of you. If you have the guts, let me out for a one-on-one fight!"
Faced with such a dangerous situation, the bandit was still quick-witted enough to use provocation, hoping that by angering Mo Ming, he could escape.
It must be said that the bandit miscalculated. Mo Ming was no ordinary person; he was like a young Killing God with a mind far beyond his years. Whatever tricks the bandit thought he was playing, Mo Ming saw through them clearly.
"What? Bandit Brother, what are you saying? I'm hard of hearing and didn't catch that," Mo Ming pretended to be deaf and asked a nearby lackey, "Hey brother, do you know what Bandit Brother just said?"
The lackey was confused and had no idea what Mo Ming was up to, so he quickly shook his head.
"Oh, you mean Bandit Brother is enjoying himself in there and wants to savor the experience of the big furnace?" Mo Ming feigned understanding and said to the bandit, "Oh my, so you really enjoy this kind of life! I was planning to let you out, but now there's no need. Enjoy yourself!"
"Damn it! You little brat! Are you messing with me? Just wait until I get out of here; I'll make sure to light your lantern!"
The bandit was both anxious and furious as he felt the temperature rising around him, nearing unbearable levels. With no way out, he could only retreat deeper into the center where it was supposedly safer.
Separated by a wall of fire, both groups could vaguely see each other. Mo Ming stood outside carefully observing the movements inside. He noticed Wolfdog mumbling something on the phone before disappearing into the depths.
"Heh heh, I've been waiting for your call. I was really worried none of you idiots would have a phone; otherwise my plan would be ruined," Mo Ming thought gleefully before turning to his lackey and saying, "Alright, it's time. They don't need to stick around anymore."
The lackeys quickly understood what Mo Ming meant and followed the earlier plan by grabbing gasoline from around them and pouring it all into the crowd inside.
In an instant, chaos erupted within.
"Ah! Fire, I'm on fire!"
"Ah... Help, I don't want to die yet."
"Don't come over, don't touch me! Ah..."
As chaos erupted inside, Mo Ming and his group surrounded the area, watching the commotion within. They saw countless fiery figures bursting through the flames, charred to a crisp. Once outside, their combat ability was nearly lost, and they could only roll desperately.
While the bandits' underlings were still suffering from the searing flames, Mo Ming's men quickly ended their lives. This was a battle destined for one side to win, and that victor would be Mo Ming.
The current situation was different from before; it wasn't enough to rely solely on brute strength to rise through the ranks. One needed wisdom as well. Bravery without strategy led to failure, as history has shown. The memory of Xiang Yu at the Wu River remains a poignant lesson.
The bandits were being cut down or burned alive, and their numbers dwindled. The flames showed no signs of weakening, and the safe zone had significantly shrunk. If more gasoline were poured in from outside, death would be certain.
"Brothers, don't panic! That bastard Mo Ming is determined to kill us. Instead of waiting here to die, let's charge out and fight him! There might still be a chance for survival. As long as Big Brother Hai arrives, we'll be saved!" The bandit shouted, rallying his underlings to ignite their anger and prepare for a final showdown with Mo Ming.
"Yeah, brothers! Don't be afraid! Let's rush through the fire wall; the burns aren't too severe. We're dead either way, so we might as well fight!"
"Right! Let's do this!"
...
The bandit took the lead and was the first to charge toward the fire wall. He ran quickly, and since the flames on him weren't too large, he rolled on the ground a few times until they were extinguished.
With a bandit setting an example, the underlings inside gained confidence and followed suit. If they were lucky, they would emerge like the bandit with only minor burns; if unlucky, they would become fiery figures themselves.
In this situation, Mo Ming had anticipated it, which is why no one was holding a Machete; it was to deal with such occurrences.
Tonight, the bandits must die!
"Brothers of the Righteous Soul, listen up. Leave the bandits to me; the rest of you split up. After killing them, retreat immediately. Make sure no one gets hurt. I, Mo Ming, do not want any of you to be in danger!" Mo Ming tightened his grip on the Machete and shouted to all his brothers before charging at the bandits.
"Damn it, finally I get to come out! Prepare to die!" The bandit, almost roasted like a pig, was filled with rage. When he saw Mo Ming, his eyes turned red as he charged forward with his own Machete.
However, Mo Ming did not like to get entangled in a fight. With a swift motion of his blade, the small-time bandit leader in this city had no idea what was happening before his hand and arm holding the Machete flew into the air, blood gushing from the severed stump.
Ah...
Mo Ming gave him no chance and struck again, slicing through his throat. The once-feared small-time bandit leader of the Little Green Society in Nanhua City met his end without ever understanding how this young man had done it.
Killing the bandit was effortless for Mo Ming; he seemed accustomed to slaughter and showed no fear. His expression remained extremely calm. After killing the bandit, Mo Ming moved on to eliminate nearby enemies before finally stopping.
Having escaped from the flames, the fighting strength of the bandits was already quite weak. In just a few moments, members of the Righteous Soul had killed them.
"Alright, throw your knives into the fire. We need to retreat; something big will happen here soon." Mo Ming quickly discarded his Machete and rushed away, followed by a group of his underlings.
Not long after Mo Ming and his group fled, Sito Hai's other subordinate brought Zombie and three hundred men over. Looking around at the devastation, Zombie's wrinkled face twisted into a sinister grin.
"Haha... Brother, I’m late; I’m sorry!" Zombie's gaunt body trembled as he surveyed the area and angrily said, "That bastard Mo Ming definitely hasn’t gone far. Quickly take people to chase him down; don’t let him escape! I want to stew his flesh piece by piece to relieve my heartache!"
As he spoke, Zombie intended to lead a team in any direction to pursue but had barely taken a few steps when deafening sirens sounded around them, red and blue lights flashing across the night sky.
"You are surrounded. Do not move. Put down your weapons and surrender immediately, or we will open fire."
"Damn it, we've fallen into their trap again."
Zombie immediately realized they had been tricked and silently cursed Mo Ming's ancestors, feeling powerless. The police surrounding them were fully armed, holding rifles. Zombie was not foolish enough to attack the officers with a Machete; any slight movement would turn them into a beehive of bullets!
"Brothers, put down the Machete. It's fine; it's just detention. With so many of us, I'm worried they won't be able to handle it!" Zombie angrily threw down the Machete and raised his hands.
Rustle...
Three hundred people simultaneously discarded their Machetes, creating a spectacular scene. The sound of the Machetes hitting the ground resembled a symphony.
The police team leader was Ji Yue. With her beautiful features, her brows slightly furrowed in disdain at the gangsters before her. Because of their disturbance, she had to rush out from home without even having dinner.
It seemed she would have to eat fast food again tonight while working through the night for interrogations. How long would it take to question these three hundred people?
"There are too many of them, and the Police Force is insufficient. Quickly call for reinforcements; we will hold them here," Ji Yue sighed and said to Liu Dong beside her.
"Should we report this to our superiors? The impact is too severe; we can't let them get away with this or else the public will say we're just eating and not doing our jobs," Liu Dong inquired.
Ji Yue waved her hand and replied, "Let's first take them back. Once we're back, I will personally report to our superiors."
"Alright, I'll request reinforcements now."
On the other side, Silver Wolf, following Mo Ming's plan, brought his men, wearing masks, and waited around Sito Casino. Just as Zombie was heading out with his crew, Silver Wolf and a group of brothers approached the casino.
"The night belongs to us, and so does the money. We will take whatever we want without hesitation, ha ha..." Silver Wolf swaggered over with a baseball bat slung over his shoulder.
"This is Big Brother Hai's casino..."
The doorman immediately tried to stop Silver Wolf, but knowing Silver Wolf's personality, he didn't waste any time talking. He swung the bat directly at the doorman's head with a heavy strike. Another thug turned to run, but Silver Wolf kicked him in the rear, sending him sprawling to the ground. Instantly, countless thugs surrounded him and gave him a good beating.
"Take what you need, smash what you need to smash. Finish quickly, and we’ll retreat immediately. Remember the meeting spots," Silver Wolf said as he rested the baseball bat on his shoulder and walked inside.
There weren't many of them—about twenty people. When Zombie was still watching over this place, there had to be at least sixty or seventy people around. However, now that Zombie had taken some away, there were only about thirty inside. For a battle maniac like Silver Wolf, that was more than enough.
Once Silver Wolf and his crew entered the casino, chaos erupted inside. The gamblers were terrified and scattered in all directions. Women could leave if they approached the door, but all the men were met with bats!
"Everyone stay calm! Today this place is under my 'Yihun' support. If you know what's good for you, quickly hand over your money to avoid any physical pain!" Silver Wolf pointed his baseball bat at a group of people and declared, "Women can leave; as for the men, if you leave your money behind, you can also go."
"Bullshit 'Yihun,' I've never heard of it! You dare to smash Little Green Society's place? You're asking for death..." A man in front angrily walked up and started lecturing Silver Wolf. Silver Wolf raised an eyebrow; with a swift motion, he threw the baseball bat like a spiral ball, smashing that guy's mouth crooked.
"Stop with the nonsense! I hate being intimidated!" The smile on Silver Wolf's face was cold, but they couldn't see it.
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