Chapter 153: Overlord of Tuen Mun

Wang Hu was struck with terror, attempting to break free, but to no avail. Chen Shao rushed to his rescue, hacking relentlessly with his long saber at Mad Bull, yet the man refused to let go. His eyes were bloodshot, as though completely consumed by a berserker frenzy.

With a deafening crash that rang out piercingly through the dark night, Wang Hu was violently slammed into the rockery. The impact shook the moderately sized artificial mountain intensely, nearly causing it to collapse.

Mad Bull was covered in blood, his eyes still as wide as a bull's, but the light had vanished from his pupils as he collapsed motionless.

Fresh blood spilled from Wang Hu's mouth and even his nostrils. The violent impact had nearly caused him to vomit up his evening meal; his stomach churned violently, shooting waves of agonizing pain through his body as he teetered on the brink of unconsciousness.

By this point, Chen Shao was also reaching the limits of his stamina. Had he not been clinging on through sheer willpower, he would have collapsed long ago. While the strength of a top-tier martial artist was formidable indeed, when compared to a Grandmaster-level expert, the gap was vast and insurmountable.

Two men fighting a heavily injured Mad Bull had almost ended up mutually destroyed. Under normal circumstances, there was little doubt they would both have met their deaths.

Such was the might of just one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Sky Alliance, and this was the source of their confidence in challenging all the triads across Hong Kong.

Beyond the Four Heavenly Kings, there were Eight Great Generals, all of whom were elite top-tier martial artists; eighteen Protectors, rumored to be top-tier experts as well; followed by thirty-six Heavenly Spirits and seventy-two Earthly Fiends, consisting of second- and third-rate martial artists. Their collective might was truly terrifying as they dared to challenge Hong Kong's supreme syndicates simultaneously in a bid to unify the underworld.

The slaughter continued until the first pale streaks of dawn broke across the sky. The abandoned Double Weir Residential Area was choked with a thick stench of blood, littered with severed limbs and broken bones, accompanied everywhere by the agonizing groans of the wounded.

Of the Sky Alliance's reinforcements—comprising one Heavenly King, two Protectors, and ten Earthly Fiends—only three managed to escape, alongside nearly five hundred surviving soldiers, marking a catastrophic defeat.

The Yi Sect suffered heavy losses as well: out of their two thousand men, over five hundred were killed, nearly a hundred maimed, more than a hundred severely injured, and countless others sustaining minor wounds.

Even Liu Huagang had taken a slash, injured while single-handedly fighting two Protectors and five Earthly Fiends, though his wounds were not life-threatening.

Instructing Blondie to stay behind and manage the aftermath, Chen Erpao immediately led the God-Shooting Hall back to Lingnan, uncertain of the situation awaiting them there.

By the time they reached headquarters, it was already broad daylight, though the atmosphere seemed somewhat gloomy, as if infected by the bloodshed of the previous night.

Wang Xing had gathered nearly all the high-ranking members to await them at headquarters. Seeing Chen Erpao return safely, radiant smiles instantly bloomed across their faces. Regardless of the cost, the complete annihilation of the Heng Sect was the ultimate victory; from this day forth, Tuen Mun would belong exclusively to the Yi Sect.

Listening to Wang Xing's report, Chen Erpao gradually realized that the situation was not quite as bleak as it could have been.

The Sky Alliance's elite surprise attack, led by their Eight Great Generals, had wiped out three high-ranking members of the Yi Sect and nearly twenty mid-level bosses. Seven establishments had suffered severe damage, rendering them unable to operate for a long time, while two gambling dens were ransacked with a loss of three million, and a dozen other venues sustained moderate destruction.

Chen Erpao fell silent, seemingly lost in thought. After a long moment, he suddenly stood up, an intimidating aura surging forth abruptly.

"I want the Sky Alliance to pay back double! Tonight, let the Black and White Fiends lead all the assassins of the Assassin Hall, reinforced by the God-Shooting Hall, and make the Sky Alliance pay back double!"

One week later...

The Yi Sect had fully taken over the former territories and venues of the Heng Sect. Fallen brothers and wounded members had all been properly cared for.

The retaliatory campaign spearheaded by the Black and White Fiends achieved overwhelming success. Caught completely off guard, the Sky Alliance paid back this blood debt twofold.

Today, Chen Erpao convened a grand meeting at headquarters. This assembly was the most critical and heavily attended gathering since the founding of the Yi Sect.

The meeting passed a resolution: one month from now, construction would begin in Lingnan on the tallest skyscraper in Tuen Mun—"Yi Building." Standing sixty-six stories high, symbolizing supreme smoothness and prosperity, it would also mark the establishment of the Yi Group, to which the headquarters would soon relocate.

Concurrently, members who displayed exceptional valor, made significant contributions, and possessed formidable strength during the battles were rewarded and promoted.

In addition to the Sect Leader, Deputy Sect Leader, and various halls, four new Battle Kings were appointed: the Eastern Battle King, Southern Battle King, Western Battle King, and Northern Battle King. All four possessed extraordinary strength, ranking at least among top-tier martial artists, having risen above thousands of gang members.

Next came the Eight Commanders. Matching the Sky Alliance's Eight Great Generals, all eight possessed the strength of top-tier martial artists. Below them were the Ten Slaughter Generals, Twenty-Eight Slaughter Envoys, and One Hundred and Eight Gate Generals.

Among them, the Four Heavenly Kings and Eight Commanders held the rank of reigning bosses, each managing numerous venues along a designated street, subordinate to the Blood Hall and Guard Hall. The Ten Slaughter Generals and Twenty-Eight Slaughter Envoys held the rank of golden-shield enforcers, patrolling various districts and venues, while the One Hundred and Eight Generals matched the status of senior supervisors, ranking higher than venue managers.

Furthermore, those at the reigning boss level would be provided with Audi A6 sedans courtesy of the sect, the golden-shield enforcers would receive seven-seater Toyota Highlanders, and the supervisors would be assigned Toyota Camrys—all uniformly painted in black. Should any member unfortunately perish, their vehicle would pass to their successor.

The Hall Masters and Deputy Hall Masters were all assigned identical black Hummers.

The most prominent figure in the sect was undoubtedly Chen Erpao himself, who alone drove a stretched Bentley. He had originally intended to provide the same for Wang Xing and the others, but they adamantly refused, eventually remarking, "You're the Sect Leader; how can you not have something special? Seriously, it's just a Bentley! Let's see it race against my Hummer if you've got the skills."

With the unification of Tuen Mun, the Yi Sect indisputably ascended to supremacy. Even the once-restless factions of the Mainland Alliance grew quiet during this period, refraining from even petty moves, much to Chen Erpao's satisfaction.

Shortly afterward, Zeng Fan called. Strangely enough, he had run off to Japan again, yet he remained fully aware of events back in Hong Kong. He conveyed that his superiors praised his performance, urging him to unify the Hong Kong underworld as soon as possible, establish a new order, and guard against the infiltration of international crime syndicates. Once he returned to Hong Kong, he would entrust him with another vital mission, one requiring the intervention of both him and the Yi Sect—a task supposedly assigned by a high-ranking central leader.

Chen Erpao did not press for details, instead teasing him over the phone about how many Japanese hostesses he had befriended, whose techniques were best, and whose assets were largest, warning him not to return to Hong Kong with wobbling legs.

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