On the night of the full moon, also known as the Night of Murder, it was a tradition passed down through the ages. In the headquarters of the Qinghong Gang, the gang leader Wei Qinghong stood alone in her room, gazing at the moonlight outside, motionless. The moonlight spilled onto her infinitely beautiful face, enhancing the flawless charm of her captivating skin.

Tonight was supposed to be the day of the Steel Tip Gang's attack. Despite being well-prepared and having deployed manpower where needed, there was no sense of security. The power disparity between the two gangs was too great, something that any arrangement couldn't compensate for.

She had no regrets about confronting the Steel Tip Gang. In their quest to expand influence, the Steel Tip Gang had swallowed up several small gangs, and now it was the turn of her Qinghong Gang. Though the Qinghong Gang didn't have much reputation in the underworld, it was founded by her father. Unless she died, she wouldn't allow the Qinghong Gang to disband and become a thing of the past.

A series of knocks on the door echoed, followed by a person with a tough demeanor entering. He said, "Sister Hong, it's almost time. We should get ready for the battle."

Wei Qinghong sighed deeply, not turning away from the window. With a meaningful tone, she asked, "Wuhai, do you regret joining the Qinghong Gang, a small gang that will never rise?"

Wuhai understood the meaning behind Wei Qinghong's words; tonight, their chances were slim. Knowing Wei Qinghong's character, if he expressed regret now, she would let him go. However, Wuhai was not that kind of person. Killing was just a means to an end, nothing to fear. Moreover, both he and Wuliu were nobodies before, relying on Wei Qinghong's recognition and promotion to achieve their modest success. Dying for Wei Qinghong was worth it.

He laughed heartily, saying, "Sister Hong, you don't know the true nature of Old Wu. Following Sister Hong, I will never have the two words 'regret' in my vocabulary."

Wei Qinghong smiled sadly, determination of inevitable death appearing on her face.

"Ah Ao, is your information accurate?" Xiao Zihan asked an unnecessary question.

As expected, Xing Ao became annoyed, saying, "Boss, do you doubt my ability to gather information? Speaking like this makes it seem like you don't treat me as your brother."

Xiao Zihan shrugged indifferently, saying, "Okay, Ao, I apologize for that statement. I admit I was wrong." Then he walked over to Xing Ao and asked, "Ao, what does Wei Qinghong look like? Why don't you show me a photo?"

Xing Ao rolled his eyes and said, "Whether you look at it or not doesn't matter. You've already said you want to let things take their course. By that, you mean we'll meet when the time is right, and we shouldn't force it."

Xiao Zihan almost immediately gave Xing Ao a tap on the head, angrily saying, "I don't even know what she looks like. How am I supposed to save her?"

Xing Ao ran a few meters away from Xiao Zihan and said, "Boss, when the time comes, just look for the most beautiful woman. I guarantee that's Wei Qinghong, and besides, I'll be with you. Don't worry; you won't go wrong."

Upon hearing Xing Ao's words, Xiao Zihan knew that Xing Ao also didn't know what Wei Qinghong looked like. He couldn't help but feel helpless. Knowing Xing Ao for a few days, he realized Xing Ao had been focused on studying the essence of the Qi cultivation technique he gave him, neglecting to investigate the Qinghong Gang and Wei Qinghong.

Saving Wei Qinghong was to dampen the arrogance of the Steel Tip Gang. In just a few days, they had wiped out several small gangs without any opposition, gaining unprecedented momentum. If this continued, those gangs daring to resist the Steel Tip Gang would become more cautious, and eventually, they would be effortlessly swallowed up. On the other hand, if he could rescue Wei Qinghong, the Steel Tip Gang would suffer a setback, and their actions would be restrained. Those gangs would gain confidence to resist the Steel Tip Gang, and Wei Qinghong would owe him a significant favor. It was undoubtedly a multi-benefit move.

Seeing Xing Ao standing idle, Xiao Zihan knew he was thinking about cultivating the Pure Yang Qi again. Without paying attention to Xing Ao, he went out alone to find Leidong and the others.

Leidong and the others were already well-prepared, eager to put their training to the test, awaiting Xiao Zihan's command. Xiao Zihan knew they were all anxious to verify the results of their training, which was understandable. Xiao Zihan also wanted to take this opportunity to confirm whether his assessment of the four was accurate, so he could better plan their future training content and intensity, ensuring they would unleash their full potential in a short period.

At this moment, Leidong's face was cold and solemn, staring silently as Xiaozihan gradually walked in. Behind him were Feiyu, Jinsheng, and Yang Yuande.

When Xiaozihan approached, they respectfully bowed and exclaimed, "Brother Han."

Xiaozihan walked up and patted Leidong on the shoulder, asking, "How are you feeling?"

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Leidong hesitated for a moment and said in a cold tone, "Not very calm. I can't wait to kill some members of the Steel Tip Gang. My brothers died under their blades."

Xiaozihan looked at the killing intent flashing in Leidong's eyes but turned to the other three, asking, "What about the rest of you?"

Feiyu said, "Big brother Lei is right. The Steel Tip Gang attacked us, causing us to lose many brothers. It's time for us to repay the favor."

Xiaozihan laughed and said, "Well said. It's time for us to collect some interest. Tonight, let's show them something different."

"Sister Hong, another territory has been targeted." Wuhai stood behind Wei Qinghong, angry.

"Wuhai, is this the fourth one?" Wei Qinghong sighed.

"Yes, Sister Hong," Wuhai replied. After a pause, he added, "Damn it, our manpower in the East District is limited. It's easy for them to target multiple territories together. This one-by-one approach makes me uncomfortable. Every phone call, every territory being targeted, I'm afraid to answer the phone, and the ringing makes my heart tremble."

Wei Qinghong turned around, staring at Wuhai, and said, "Their tactics are clever, gradually suppressing and eroding our confidence and morale layer by layer. It's more effective than dealing us a heavy blow all at once. Even you feel fear; imagine how our other brothers feel. They want to eliminate the Qinghong Gang with the smallest possible loss. The Steel Tip Gang has a talented strategist."

Wuhai was shocked and said, "How come I didn't know when the Steel Tip Gang got such a person? Did our intelligence get blocked to this extent?"

Wei Qinghong smiled faintly and said, "To dominate Pinggang, the Steel Tip Gang wouldn't easily let us know about this person. They must keep information about him highly confidential. Think about it, if we knew about him, other gangs might know too. Revealing this person would put him in danger. Steel Tip is cultivating a talent."

Wuhai remained silent, staring at Wei Qinghong. Wei Qinghong rarely smiled, but when she did, it was captivating. At this moment, Wei Qinghong's smile was calm and firm, with lips slightly curved, revealing neat and white teeth, and clear eyes as serene as autumn water, truly reaching the peak of beauty.

At this moment, Wuhai wanted to blurt out, advising Wei Qinghong to forget about the Qinghong Gang and escape alone. But he knew he couldn't say it, so he just nodded and said, "Sister Hong is right. I'll check the distribution of manpower and try to recall some forces. Some territories may have to be abandoned, concentrate our manpower at the headquarters, and make a final stand against the Steel Tip Gang." After saying this, he turned and walked out.

Wuhai liked Wei Qinghong, a feeling that emerged when he first joined the gang. But he knew he had no chance. Wei Qinghong was ten years older than him, and in terms of appearance and talent, he fell short. All he had was physical strength and unwavering loyalty. It was far from enough. Wei Qinghong was like a white orchid, pure, noble, strong, and independent – how could someone like him, a rough man, match her? Wei Qinghong, with her keen insight, wouldn't fail to notice some clues. Hence, Wei Qinghong sometimes called him "Uncle Hai," creating an invisible barrier.

Watching Wuhai leave, Wei Qinghong's strong shoulders weakened. The Qinghong Gang was created by her father, his lifelong effort. At that time, it had some reputation in the underworld. However, as her father grew older, the gang's influence declined. When she took over, despite her efforts, the gang's momentum continued to decline. It wasn't that she was incapable, but her orders often weren't executed well. Many people didn't respect her, making it difficult for her.

A miserable scream interrupted her thoughts. She knew the Steel Tip Gang had arrived, and the battle had begun. Eyes gleaming with determination, she picked up her specially made steel knife and rushed into the crowd.

In the vast courtyard of the Qinghong Gang headquarters, people were everywhere. After Wei Qinghong ran downstairs, the fight had already started. For a moment, cries and blood filled the air.

Wei Qinghong, wielding her specially made steel knife, plunged into the crowd. The Steel Tip Gang members surrounded her, targeting her back, arms, and thighs rather than vital areas like the head, heart, and abdomen. Why? Because there were orders not to kill Wei Qinghong; they wanted to capture her alive. Informed members knew that their leader's son, Fu Yong, had set his eyes on Wei Qinghong. Even if he couldn't win her heart, he wanted her body. Therefore, they tried not to kill her.

Such actions would lower morale. Of course, Fu Zhenhe couldn't let too many people know about it, just telling them to capture Wei Qinghong alive. It would be advantageous for them to subdue the Qinghong Gang. If Wei Qinghong resisted strongly, they could still kill her later. This also served as a subtle signal to other small gangs. If they merged into the Steel Tip Gang, they wouldn't die, but if they resisted, the fate would be like Wei Qinghong's.

But this was an open secret, impossible to hide from those who paid attention. Those with connections below knew the truth, thinking Fu Zhenhe spoiled his son too much. Fu Zhenhe also knew that some brothers below were a bit dissatisfied, but he couldn't do anything about it.

In fact, the real reason his son fancied Wei Qinghong was because Fu Zhenhe himself was attracted to her. So, he decided to let his son enjoy some benefits first, and then he would... hehe.

It was easy to imagine that if Wei Qinghong fell into the hands of the Steel Tip Gang, it would be worse than death.

Wei Qinghong, of course, was unaware of these details, but she harbored suspicions about the opponent's reluctance to kill her. However, she quickly dismissed the thoughts, realizing it was unnecessary. Since the opponents acted this way, she could take advantage and kill more of them.

With a swift turn of her steel knife, Wei Qinghong struck down a henchman in front of her. The henchman raised his knife to block Wei Qinghong's attack, thinking he could resist the force. Little did he know that Wei Qinghong had not exerted any strength; just by observing his posture, she could tell he had fallen for her feint. A twist of her wrist, and the blade pierced the henchman's abdomen. The henchman cried out in pain as blood gushed from his abdomen, and he collapsed.

Without hesitation, Wei Qinghong swung her blade horizontally towards another assailant on her left. Dodging the incoming attack from that person, she skillfully maneuvered her agile steel knife to the man's neck. With a gentle swipe, the man, unable to believe it, clutched his bleeding neck, collapsing to the ground.

Wei Qinghong knew how to exploit her advantages. Her knife technique followed a nimble path, relying on speed. Moreover, she cleverly used the advantage of the opponents' unwillingness to kill her, leaving them bound and helpless. In a short time, she had already killed more than ten people.

Taking advantage of a brief lull, she quickly wiped the sweat from her forehead, removing the droplets that blurred her vision. Seizing the opportunity, she surveyed the battlefield. However, her shock grew as she observed the situation. With more opponents joining the fray, their side dwindled, and the situation was becoming increasingly dire. She sighed inwardly, realizing that escaping this calamity would be difficult today.

The courtyard remained brightly lit, exposing the brutal struggle and bloodshed. The glinting machetes, illuminated by the lamps, intensified the atmosphere of the fierce battle. Blades flashed continuously, and fallen figures included members of both the Steel Tip Gang and the Qinghong Gang. The eyes of fighters on both sides were filled with deep-seated hatred. Wuhai had lost count of how many people he had killed; he swung his machete relentlessly. If a comrade fell, he would retaliate by taking down an opponent, ensuring that their blood was not shed in vain.

Just as he was getting into the killing frenzy, he suddenly felt a powerful blade edge coming from behind. His heart skipped a beat. Ignoring the machete swinging from the left, he rolled to the right, narrowly avoiding the lethal strike. Although he managed to dodge the blade that could have taken his life, he took a hit on his left arm, causing cold sweat to break out on his forehead. Turning to look, he saw a short, pockmarked man staring intently at him, eyes emitting a bloodthirsty glint.

Recognizing the man, Wuhai couldn't help but be shocked. The person was familiar to him, and it was none other than Zhang Ding, renowned as one of the Steel Tip Gang's Ten Tigers. Despite his short stature, Zhang Ding's killing skills were inversely proportional to his height – he was exceptionally formidable. Rumors had it that he loved challenging formidable opponents to one-on-one fights, and once engaged, he would fight to the death, sparing no one. In Pinggang's underworld, there were few who hadn't heard his name without fear.

Taking a deep breath, Wuhai adjusted his mindset. If he let the opponent's momentum frighten him at this moment, he would undoubtedly face certain death.