Chapter 149: The Night of the Assault

The next day, as the morning sun slowly spilled through the window, the two of them finally woke up lazily. When Lu Yunqing tried to move her body, a sudden sharp pain from her lower half almost made her cry out.

Although she was usually bold and knew about everything, last night had truly been her first time. Chen Erpao had demanded her four or five times over, leaving her entire body weak even now, yet her heart was filled with boundless happiness.

A few days later, near Lingnan University, the "Yimen Leisure and Entertainment Construction Engineering Department" was established. It would encompass most fitness and entertainment projects, catering to all kinds of people. The establishment of this engineering department immediately won widespread praise and recognition from various circles in Tuen Mun.

Meanwhile, under the leadership of Liu Huagang and the Blood Hall, the Heng Hall had lost all of its territory. Hall Master Tian Yi, leading his remaining men, had holed up in an abandoned residential development called "Shuangyan Community," with their total number dropping below five hundred. Tonight, Chen Erpao would personally lead the brothers of the Yimen to launch a total offensive and completely eradicate the Heng Hall.

Rumor had it that the Heavenly Alliance had already dispatched quite a number of men to provide reinforcement. They were extremely reluctant to see the Heng Hall—which they had fostered—annihilated and the Yimen unify Tuen Mun.

However, tonight would seal everything. Whether it was the Heavenly Alliance or the so-called Heavenly Way, nothing could stop the demise of the Heng Hall.

The Blood Hall's forces had now expanded to fifteen hundred men, while the Guard Hall required even more personnel to watch over the territories, boasting two thousand men.

At night, Chen Erpao led Blood Hall Master Liu Huagang, Guard Hall Master Wang Xing, Intelligence Hall Master Huangmao, and Divine Marksman Hall Master Lian Ying, along with the two thousand men from the Blood Hall and the Guard Hall, marching imposingly toward Shuangyan Community. Simultaneously, thirty marksmen from the Divine Marksman Hall had already quietly moved ahead, preparing to handle any emergencies.

Shuangyan Community was usually very desolate. Originally, a few homeless people still lived here, but ever since several hundred people suddenly swarmed in this morning, they had all fled.

Tian Yi stood atop a high-rise building with a sorrowful expression, his eyes devoid of focus. By now, he had lost too much, and perhaps after tonight, he wouldn't even have his life left.

He was filled with reluctance and bitterness! The tiny Yimen, which had risen in such a short time and previously seemed like nothing in his eyes, had now turned the tables to become the overlord of Tuen Mun, while he had been reduced to a stray dog. This taste, this feeling, was not something just anyone could endure.

He would definitely not sit still and wait for death. He had already sent a request for reinforcement to the Heavenly Alliance, and the other party, unwilling to see the Heng Hall completely vanish, had promised to dispatch a thousand men along with numerous marksmen to assist.

At the same time, they had secretly sent out a large number of elites led by the Ten Great Warriors of the Heavenly Alliance to sneak into Tuen Mun, launch surprise attacks on various key locations of the Yimen, and assassinate important figures.

Success or failure rested on tonight. As long as the Heavenly Alliance kept its word, perhaps the Heng Hall would still have a day to make a comeback. Thinking of this, a glimmer of hope flashed in Tian Yi's eyes.

The night was exceptionally quiet. The remaining hundreds of men from the Heng Hall were lying in ambush around the abandoned development, having set up numerous traps as well.

Time flew swiftly. In the blink of an eye, it was past midnight. The men of the Heng Hall couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that the Yimen wouldn't attack tonight and that they could peacefully get through another night.

However, the reality was quite the opposite. Swarms of figures silently slipped through the darkness, approaching the abandoned development from all directions.

Nobody knew from which spot the battle cries first erupted. Following that, flames ignited everywhere around, and deafening battle cries shook the air without cease.

Chen Erpao walked into the development alone from one side. At this moment, this small patch of area remained quite tranquil, untouched by the slaughter.

This place was apparently intended to be a leisure zone, as various semi-completed recreational facilities, rockeries, ponds, and the like had been built around it.

Chen Erpao paced forward step by step, seemingly melting into the darkness as one with it. Even the subtle movements in his surroundings could not escape his acute ears.

Right at that moment, two figures suddenly sprang out from behind a pile of stones, the broadswords in their hands flashing with cold light that appeared particularly stark in the night.

Seeing that the sharp blades were about to hack into Chen Erpao's broad back, the faces of the two figures lit up with joy. Suddenly, as if they had witnessed something utterly terrifying, their faces turned ashen white. They wanted to cry out, but found themselves unable to utter a single sound.

Chen Erpao turned around seemingly in the blink of an eye, snapping two broadswords with four fingers and using the broken blades to slice through the throats of the two ambushing enemies. It all happened in a flash, akin to a small pebble tossed into the vast ocean without stirring up the slightest ripple. The darkness and silence still enveloped this area.

Walking forward a few more meters, he suddenly came to a halt. The corners of Chen Erpao's lips curled into a faint smile as he gazed at a silver thread, so thin it was almost invisible, right in front of his feet. He had used this exact trick himself back when he was fighting in the jungles.

Not far ahead stood a rockery, some ten meters high and a full five to six meters wide. Chen Erpao strolled leisurely to the base of the rockery and lit a cigarette, the glare of the lighter exceptionally conspicuous in the night.

Out of nowhere, a massive gust of wind surged down from above. A black shadow descended accompanied by a flash of cold light, reaching right above his head in an instant, barely a meter away.

Chen Erpao's expression remained unchanged. With a sudden flick, he sent the lighter flying upward, directly striking the figure descending from above.

"Ah."

A figure plummeted heavily to the ground. His right eye was horribly swollen and his eyebrow was gone. Just as he was trying to crawl back up, a chilling voice suddenly rang out from behind him, nearly suffocating him.

"Why crawl so high when you've got nothing to do? Did your butt take a hard fall? Go on down and let King Yama give you a nice massage."

The ambushing man instinctively and fiercely swung his broadsword backward, but other than the whistling wind, there was nothing there. The next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his neck, and instantly all sensation vanished. He collapsed onto the ground with wide, unresigned eyes.

There were still two men hiding behind the rockery who had intended to charge out, but the horrifying scene they had just witnessed terrified them deeply. Huddled together, they cautiously peered outside, only to find that the enemy who had been standing there just a moment ago had vanished without a trace.

The two stared at each other in dismay as beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down from their foreheads, instantly soaking their clothes.

Suddenly, with a loud thud, a massive boulder from the top of the rockery crashed downward. The dozen-meter distance to the ground was bridged in a split second, landing squarely on top of the two men.

The thunderous crash of the boulder hitting the ground echoed like a peal of thunder in the night. The two men, who had been alive just moments ago, were now reduced to a pair of corpses beneath the stone, one of their feet still twitching slightly, creating a rather eerie spectacle.

Chen Erpao sprang up from the rockery in a flash, cast a cold glance at the scene, and continued pressing forward. Ahead lay the central area of the abandoned development, where flames were now raging and battle cries echoed incessantly.

According to the initial plan, all of the Heng Hall's men were to be forced into the central zone, and not a single one was to be spared.

During the battle just now, although the Yimen held an absolute numerical superiority, they hadn't gained much of an advantage. Because it was pitch dark and the Heng Hall had made preparations in advance, utilizing numerous buildings and traps, the Yimen's casualties were actually lower than their opponents'.

However, fewer than three hundred of the enemy remained now, while fifteen hundred Yimen soldiers had them tightly surrounded. Another five hundred men were hidden not far away, waiting for the arrival of the Heavenly Alliance's reinforcements.