The night fell, and the lights began to come on.
The City of Sin welcomed its exciting nightlife, and the West District, known for its chaos, was bustling with noise.
In the slums of the West District, a dilapidated two-story building stood.
This was the home of Wu Zheng’gang and his nephew, Little Wu.
On that day, the uncle and nephew had gone to the villa in the East District and, at its entrance, met Jiang Wuming, becoming the first new members to join the Zhan Long Hall.
Because it was personally instructed by Jiang Wuming, and both Wu Zheng’gang and Little Wu were compatriots of the Dragon Country, with Wu Zheng’gang also being a former subordinate of Jiang Zhan, Qin Xiao’zhi had specifically arranged a villa for the uncle and nephew in the villa area after they joined the Zhan Long Hall.
However—
Wu Zheng’gang and Little Wu both felt they were newcomers to the Zhan Long Hall and had made no contributions, thus not qualifying to live in the villa. They had refused Qin Xiao’zhi’s kind offer and continued to reside in the dilapidated two-story building in the West District.
Now, the Zhan Long Hall had welcomed another fifteen hundred new members, and Dawson had allocated a residential area in the East District for the Zhan Long Hall.
Qin Xiao’zhi had once again specifically arranged accommodation for Wu Zheng’gang and Little Wu in the residential area.
This time, Wu Zheng’gang and Little Wu did not refuse.
Last night, they had returned to their residence in the West District and packed their belongings.
Tonight, Wu Zheng’gang found a small truck, preparing to move some of the household items from their residence.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Wu Zheng’gang and Little Wu loaded their belongings onto the small truck, and Wu Zheng’gang personally drove towards their new home in the East District.
Just as the small truck was about to exit the alley, a flashy sports car roared up, its high beams dazzling.
The glaring light caused Wu Zheng’gang and Little Wu’s eyes to sting, and they instinctively closed them.
Wu Zheng’gang, with his strong sense of safety, stepped on the brakes, intending to yield to the sports car and proceed after it passed.
"Bang—"
Immediately, as Wu Zheng’gang and Little Wu opened their eyes, a muffled thud sounded, and the small truck shook violently.
A collision?
Wu Zheng’gang and Little Wu were startled, then saw the sports car stop in front of the small truck, its left front end smashed.
This discovery caused Wu Zheng’gang’s expression to change, and he quickly stopped the truck.
At the same time, two young men emerged from the sports car, cursing, "Damn it, are you blind?"
"Uncle, it's that bastard Pike!"
Little Wu recognized one of the purple-haired youths at a glance, his fists clenched, his brows filled with humiliation!
This was because he had been bullied by that youth named Pike before.
And not just once!
The most serious incident was when Pike injured him and forced him to crawl between his legs!
At that time, Wu Zheng’gang was angered by this but ultimately did not intervene.
This was because Pike’s entire family were martial artists.
If Wu Zheng’gang had made a move against Pike, it would have been difficult for the uncle and nephew to survive in the City of Sin.
"You stay in the car, I'll go take a look."
Wu Zheng’gang also recognized Pike and noticed that the burly man beside Pike was a one-star Battle God. His eyebrows twitched, and he said something to Little Wu before jumping out of the truck.
"Not only did you have your high beams on, affecting my normal driving..."
After getting out of the car, Wu Zheng’gang glanced at the collision point, which was right in the middle of the road, and began to speak.
However—
Before he could finish his sentence, Pike, with his purple hair, sneered, "So it's you two Dragon Country bumpkins! I let you off last time, and you still dare to provoke me? You're asking for death!"
"What do you want?"
Wu Zheng’gang frowned, his face filled with anger.
"What? Of course, we'll settle both old and new scores and send you to the hospital!"
Pike chuckled coldly and, along with the burly one-star Battle God beside him, advanced.
"Bastards, we're people of the Zhan Long Hall now!"
Little Wu, already harboring resentment towards Pike, became enraged when he saw Pike about to bully him and his uncle as before. He invoked the Zhan Long Hall.
"Dragon Country dog, you think you can scare me with Zhan Long Hall? Do you think I'm easily scared?"
Pike roared, "Brother Mira, you deal with this Dragon Country guy! I'll go teach that little brat in the car a lesson!"
"Alright!"
The burly one-star Battle God sneered and lunged at Wu Zheng’gang.
"You're going too far!"
Wu Zheng’gang roared and directly met the one-star Battle God.
"Bang!"
"Crack—"
Then, two sounds were heard almost simultaneously.
Wu Zheng’gang and the one-star Battle God exchanged a punch, and Wu Zheng’gang's hand bone was directly broken. He was sent staggering back several steps, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Although he was a veteran of the Loulan Legion, he was merely a nine-star martial artist, no match for the one-star Battle God. He was injured in a single blow.
Seeing this, Little Wu quickly took out his phone and dialed Xing Tian’s number.
"Get down here!"
Just then, Pike, with his purple hair, lunged forward, grabbed Little Wu by the hair, and yanked him out of the passenger seat of the small truck.
"Little Wu!!"
Wu Zheng’gang’s rage surged upon seeing this, and he was about to rush over to rescue Little Wu.
However, as soon as he moved, the one-star Battle God lunged over and kicked his calf.
"Crack!"
Wu Zheng’gang's lower leg bone snapped, and he fell to the ground, only to be pinned down by the one-star Battle God’s foot on his face, unable to move.
"Slap!"
On the other side, the purple-haired youth slapped Little Wu across the face, smashing half of his face, leaving it bloody and mangled.
Little Wu was sent flying by the slap, but he tightly clutched his phone.
The phone screen showed that the call had connected, and Xing Tian’s voice came through the receiver: "Little Wu, what's wrong?"
"Mas... Master, my uncle and I were beaten..."
Little Wu gritted his teeth against the pain in his face and shouted loudly.
After joining the Zhan Long Hall, Xing Tian had taken great care of him and accepted him as a disciple.
"Still trying to call for help? I'll beat you to death!"
Pike, seeing this, darted forward and stomped on Little Wu's chest.
"Crack!"
"Pfft—"
In an instant, Little Wu's ribs broke, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Bastard, who are you? Do you want to be enemies with our Zhan Long Hall?!"
On the other end of the phone, Xing Tian heard Little Wu’s voice and the sound of bones cracking, and he roared in anger.
"Damn it, you impudent brat, are you threatening me? My name is Pike, I'm on Keer Street No. 13 in the West District, come here!"
Pike retorted aggressively and then stomped on and crushed Little Wu's phone.
After doing this, he proceeded to kick Little Wu again and again, breaking several of his ribs. Little Wu fainted from the pain.
Wu Zheng’gang watched this scene and struggled frantically, only to have another leg broken. He remained pinned under the foot of the one-star Battle God!
"Beep beep..."
Just then, Wu Zheng’gang's phone also rang.
The one-star Battle God heard the sound, directly bent down, took out Wu Zheng’gang's phone, checked the caller ID, and found it was Xing Tian, then answered it.
"Brother Wu, how are you?" Xing Tian asked anxiously from the other end.
"We're not dead yet, but it might not be so good later," the one-star Battle God said with a sinister grin.
"Scum, you dare to touch people from our Battle God Hall, you're finished!!"
On the other end of the phone, Xing Tian, who was drinking at a bar in the East District with more than a dozen Zhan Long Hall members, was furious upon hearing the one-star Battle God’s words.
However—
The one-star Battle God said no more and directly crushed Wu Zheng’gang's phone.
"Dudududu..."
Hearing the dial tone, Xing Tian’s anger surged. He waved his hand and declared, "Wu Zheng’gang and Little Wu are being bullied on Keer Street No. 13, follow me!"
"Lord Xing Tian, should we report this to Lord Qin Xiao’zhi?"
A Zhan Long Hall member, seeing Xing Tian’s enraged expression and knowing that Xing Tian was about to lead them into a fight, asked.
"Report what? Let's go rescue them first!"
Xing Tian rejected his subordinate's suggestion.
On one hand, he was burning with rage at the moment, only thinking about rescuing Wu Zheng’gang and Little Wu and avenging them.
On the other hand, with the addition of the Widow Group and the fifteen hundred new members, the Zhan Long Hall had become the third-ranked force in the City of Sin, second only to the Hammer Gang and the Savage Tribe, who possessed five-star Battle Gods.
Although he didn't know who Pike was, he didn't believe any force in the West District dared to challenge the Zhan Long Hall!
At the same time.
Keer Street No. 13.
Wu Zheng’gang and Little Wu, the uncle and nephew, had both lost consciousness and were tossed to the sides of the road like wild dogs.
However—
Pike and the one-star Battle God did not leave.
They stood in front of Wu Zheng’gang and Little Wu, as if deliberately waiting for Xing Tian to bring reinforcements.
About a hundred meters away, several three-star and two-star Battle Gods were observing them.
And in the building behind them.
Buck stood by the window, swirling a glass of red wine, a sinister smile on his face:
"Jiang Wuming, everyone says you value loyalty and righteousness. Will you come tonight?"
...