Chapter 93: Raging Fire and Cold Ice

After work, Chen Erpao did not have the enforcement hall members bring Gui Tou directly. Instead, he asked Huang Mao to go personally, because before Yimen was founded, Gui Tou had already been his good brother for many years. This incident marked the most serious breach of the gang rules in the history of Yimen’s establishment.

Before formally establishing Yimen, Chen Erpao had not truly regarded it as a black society organization, and even now it was not entirely so. It was merely a special organization. The special nature of this organization was to pacify and protect the people, making it an uncommon black society.

The strength of an army does not necessarily depend on numbers; one only needs to know how disciplined it is. Yimen was the same: rules and discipline must be obeyed. Gui Tou’s incident was the first time, and it could not be tolerated in any way. Otherwise, more people would follow suit and ignore the gang rules, and Yimen would lose the very meaning of its initial establishment.

Half an hour later, Huang Mao brought Gui Tou over. Gui Tou was a young man in his early twenties with an ordinary appearance and no outstanding features. However, Chen Erpao remembered that before Yimen was founded, he had contributed a great deal and possessed decent skills, making him one of the organization’s elders.

Gui Tou kept his head lowered, not daring to look at Chen Erpao, and said in a trembling voice, “Brother Erpao, I was wrong. I won’t dare again.”

Huang Mao stood to the side, wanting to speak but hesitating, ultimately saying nothing and looking at Gui Tou with obvious disappointment.

Chen Erpao did not waste words and directly stated, “Chop off his pinky finger and then take a few people to Langsheng to develop operations. Return in three years.”

In an instant, Gui Tou’s face turned extremely terrified, continuously begging for mercy. However, under the merciless enforcement of the enforcers, his voice turned into a tragic cry, and a bloody little finger was severed.

Huang Mao glanced at Chen Erpao gratefully. Gui Tou had followed him for many years. This time he had violated the gang rules, yet Chen Erpao had not expelled him from Yimen. He knew this was done out of respect for his old friend.

At that moment, Gui Tou clutched his severed finger, his face full of pain as he half-knelt on the ground. Chen Erpao did not wish to see this anymore, for he was one of the people he had followed the longest. But for Yimen and its rules, their effectiveness could not be lost.

Just as he was about to leave, a trace of venom flashed in Gui Tou’s eyes, but it was quickly concealed.

Under the cover of darkness, in a remote location in Lingnan, a middle-aged man in his thirties possessed a resolute face as sharp as if cut by a knife and a tall, upright figure. His green windbreaker fluttered wildly in the breeze. His hands were far thicker than those of ordinary men, and his eyes were like deep black holes, gazing ahead.

“Chen Erpao, I’ve secretly observed you for so long. Indeed, you are a worthy opponent. I hope you do not disappoint me.”

At the same time, a team of only six people swiftly emerged from the Hengtang headquarters. These men exuded fierce killing intent, gripping micro submachine guns in their hands. The sweat dripping from their faces clearly indicated their nervousness.

When Chen Erpao emerged from the Yimen enforcement hall, it was already almost eleven o’clock. He drove his Benz toward the City Garden.

This was a street without streetlights, appearing somewhat dark under the night sky. Ahead stood a man in a windbreaker, chest out and head held high, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

On this person, Chen Erpao sensed a powerful threat—strong, alarmingly so.

The windbreaker man spoke coldly, his voice somewhat chilling. “You finally came. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

“Liehuo, ranked sixth in Hong Kong among top killers,” Chen Erpao said calmly. Now he finally understood who it was that had been watching him with eyes all these days.

Liehuo shook his head. “Now I am ranked fifth in Hong Kong. The previous fifth had his head shattered by me three days ago. After dealing with you, I will go find the fourth, Lengfeng.”

Chen Erpao felt a strong fighting spirit and immense confidence emanating from the opponent. The other’s confidence was not arrogance but stemmed from having sufficient capital.

“Good, then let’s begin!” Chen Erpao said no more. The opponent was coming for his life; a battle could not be avoided.

In an instant, the two figures left afterimages as they fiercely clashed. Chen Erpao had now reached the consummation of the first layer of the Nirvana Saint. Every punch and kick he delivered carried the force of a thousand-jin stone crashing down, with overwhelming<|eos|>