In the villa located in the northern part of Changliao City, the Sandao Gang leaders, Boss Chen Muzheng, Chen Guozheng, and Chen Yuanzheng, were engaged in an intense discussion. Chen Muzheng shouted, "What's there to fear? I guarantee that the Howling Gang won't dare to move against us now. Since the last ambush on the Howling Gang, although they suffered no substantial losses, they have become the target of everyone's arrows. If they attack us now, yes, they have the strength to wipe out Sandao, but it's a known fact that hurting the enemy by a thousand also means self-inflicting eight hundred. Even if they succeed, they will face significant losses. By then, the Howling Gang will be on the brink of destruction. They've finally become the giant in Changliao. They won't willingly risk so much for a small matter. You're underestimating Xiaowan too much; that person is a cunning fox, enduring patience like no other."

Despite the boss's confident words, Chen Guozheng remained uneasy, wearing a troubled expression. Anxiously, he said, "Big brother, Yan Mei, who's close to Xiaowan, is seriously injured now. I'm afraid Xiaowan won't let us off easily. Moreover, I heard that the Howling Gang recently recruited some very powerful individuals working directly under Xiaowan. If Xiaowan mobilizes the entire force of the Howling Hall to attack us, we might not be able to handle it."

"Second brother, you're overly worried. I guarantee Xiaowan won't dare to do that. Firstly, she won't get past her father, Xiaowan's checkpoint. I've already arranged many brothers near the villa, and they will arrive in the shortest time if the Howling Gang attacks. Moreover, I've sent people to monitor the movements of the Howling Gang. There is no sign of them mobilizing any manpower. Rest assured, Second brother, everything will be fine." Chen Yuanzheng, leaning back on the sofa, spoke with a relaxed expression, showing a great deal of trust in what the boss had said. He believed that the Howling Gang would not attack the Sandao Gang. Furthermore, as they were working for the Xiye Gang this time, with the backing of Xiye, they had nothing to fear even if the Howling Gang decided to attack.

Boss Chen Muzheng glanced at Chen Guozheng and then said in a deep voice, "What Third brother said is correct. Second brother, your worries are unnecessary. Being cautious is important, but don't be overly timid. Know when to let go; only then can great things be accomplished. Second brother, in terms of skills, you are indeed superior to Third brother. Still, in terms of dealing with people and handling affairs, you should learn more from Third brother. Be calm, don't panic when something happens. Understand?"

Chen Guozheng nodded, carefully considering the boss's words. He realized they made sense; he lacked the composure displayed by the boss and Third brother, which explained why his position among the brothers was not as high as theirs.

After their discussion, the three of them returned to their rooms to sleep, each engaging in a passionate battle with their wives. Especially Boss Chen Muzheng, who insisted on vigorous exercise before sleep. This guy was exceptionally strong in that area, often making his wife scream continuously, leaving her in complete disarray. Her screams were so loud that even the guards outside the villa could hear them. Every time it reached that moment, the guards, enduring the torment of the enchanting sounds, wished they could find a woman immediately to vent their desires.

Tonight, the guards on duty were no exception to the auditory torture. In no time, an extremely lascivious and enticing scream echoed, making the guards' blood boil. Imagining their boss tormenting the woman beneath him, they began indulging in their fantasies, picturing themselves as the boss, indulging in the seductive woman.

Before they could finish their fantasies, another scream, even more captivating, echoed, shaking them to their cores. This time, as they shivered in excitement, they struggled to focus on their guard duties.

The night was as dark as ink, with a chilling coldness in the air.

Xiao Zihan stood in the shadows, coldly observing everything, seemingly unaffected by the seductive and enticing screams. After the second scream, he knew the guards' consciousness had reached its most relaxed state. It was the perfect time for him to strike.

Almost without making any noise, Xiao Zihan swiftly approached the guards. The demon blade Red Blood, in his hand, left a dazzling red trail in the air. The red streaks fluttered, and one guard fell to the ground, lying motionless with blood streaming from his neck. As he fell, the remaining guards immediately regained their senses.

Xiao Zihan wouldn't give them a chance to call for help. With a swift motion, two more red streaks flew through the air, and two guards joined their comrade on the ground. Just as the last guard, still in shock, was about to scream, Xiao Zihan had already hurled a specially crafted throwing knife with his left hand. It struck the throat of the guard.

The guard clutched his throat, took a few steps back, whimpered, and followed the fate of his companions. As the last guard choked on his throat, Xiao Zihan wiped his blood-stained throwing knife and knew it was time to move on.

Almost without making any noise, Xiao Zihan swiftly approached the guards. The demonic blade Red Blood, in his hand, left a dazzling red trail in the air. The red streaks fluttered, and one guard fell to the ground, lying motionless with blood streaming from his neck. As he fell, the remaining guards immediately regained their senses.

Xiao Zihan wouldn't give them a chance to call for help. With a swift motion, two more red streaks flew through the air, and two guards joined their comrade on the ground. Just as the last guard, still in shock, was about to scream, Xiao Zihan had already hurled a specially crafted throwing knife with his left hand. It struck the throat of the guard.

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The guard clutched his throat, took a few steps back, whimpered, and followed the fate of his companions.

Xiao Zihan, without looking back, sprinted forward. He didn't care about killing a few guard lackeys; he wanted Chen Muzheng's life. Thinking about this, a fierce glint flashed in Xiao Zihan's eyes as he looked towards the direction of the third floor. There, Chen Muzheng was probably engaged in the third round of intense battles with his wife.

The villa was a three-story building with a particularly large footprint. Climbing the stairs was a piece of cake for Xiao Zihan. About to silently climb the wall, all the lights in the villa suddenly lit up, illuminating the pitch-black night as bright as day.

Xiao Zihan was surprised but remained calm. He couldn't understand how he arrived silently, killed without making much noise, and even checked the surroundings meticulously, yet he was still discovered.

Nevertheless, it might be for the best. A killing spree would allow him to vent the anger within.

With the light shining down, the large reddish-brown door of the villa opened. Chen Guozheng and Chen Yuanzheng walked out from the entrance, followed by about twenty or thirty people. Although Chen Guozheng was the second in command, it was Chen Yuanzheng who stood in the front at this moment. He stared coldly at Xiao Zihan, his face showing visible anger. Pointing his finger, he coldly said, "Kid, you're audacious, daring to intrude into the Sandao Gang alone. Do you know how to write the word 'death'?"

Xiao Zihan didn't bother with the nonsense. In a calm voice, he said, "Summon Chen Muzheng."

Chen Yuanzheng observed Xiao Zihan from head to toe, unable to fathom how this audacious guy dared to come alone and cause trouble in the Sandao Gang. Just as he was pondering, he suddenly noticed Xiao Zihan in all black, and a realization dawned on him. He grinned, thinking he had figured out Xiao Zihan's intentions – he was here to assassinate his big brother.

He swept a glance at the four guards lying on the ground and chuckled, thinking, "Brother, your assassination skills are indeed impressive. Killed four people, and not one of them could make a sound to alert others. Well done. However, you underestimate our Sandao Gang. Do you think we only have these four guards? Hehe, now that I've discovered you, kid, you can only blame your bad luck. Accept your fate."

With that said, he casually addressed the surrounding lackeys, "It's late at night, and being under the warm blanket is a hundred times better than standing here. Brothers, take care of him swiftly and decisively."

The lackeys around immediately responded with an affirmative sound, gripping their machetes tightly, and, without any order, rushed towards Xiao Zihan.

Facing such a large group, the key was speed. Faster than anyone else, catching everyone off guard. Xiao Zihan deeply understood this principle. In an instant, his left hand swiftly slashed across the demonic blade Red Blood. A fresh stream of blood rushed towards the center of the blade. The core within Red Blood absorbed the fresh blood, causing the red glow to intensify, dazzling and intimidating.

Xiao Zihan laughed coldly, shouting, "Kill!"

A streak of blood-red light dashed towards the frontmost Sandao Gang member, swift as a hurricane, fast as lightning. The foremost person only felt his eyes filled with a red glow, and before he could react, blood was already splattering from his forehead.

Xiao Zihan's single slash made both Chen Yuanzheng and Chen Guozheng's expressions turn grave, completely different from their relaxed demeanor moments ago. The two exchanged a glance, both showing an incredulous look.

Xiao Zihan swiftly killed one person and then headed towards the crowd. The momentum was unstoppable, and his face showed no fear, exuding a daunting dominance that proclaimed his unrivaled prowess.

When facing multiple opponents, the key was to be quick. Xiao Zihan ensured that no one had the chance to surround him. After killing one person, he would retreat a few steps. In that dazzling red light, he was unpredictable, leaving no trace. As he charged into the crowd, he prevented anyone from encircling him. He killed one person, then swiftly retreated. The narrative continued in the same manner: a flash of red light, a trail of blood.

In the glow of red brilliance, the scene was undoubtedly bringing forth a wave of blood. Xiao Zihan's demonic blade moved unpredictably, leaving no trace. As he charged into the crowd, he avoided any attempts to corner him. This strategy was his way of preventing them from overwhelming him with their numbers.

The members of the Sandao Gang were about to encircle Xiao Zihan, but he consistently managed to kill one person in time, creating an opening and breaking through the encirclement. Taking advantage of Xiao Zihan's inattention, one gang member swung his blade towards Xiao Zihan's head. Xiao Zihan disdainfully sneered, gripping his blade with full force. With a swift turn, he effortlessly sliced through the ordinary steel blade of the gang member. The demonic blade Red Blood, enhanced by Xiao Zihan's formidable and "Unlimited Primordial Power," cut the steel blade in half like a thunderbolt. Deprived of the protection of his blade, the gang member had half of his skull sliced off by Xiao Zihan, resulting in a horrifying scene of blood spraying.

Xiao Zihan moved with the ferocity of a fierce dragon, advancing and retreating effortlessly, making the battle seem light and manageable. Despite the prolonged struggle, Xiao Zihan, although sustaining two wounds, grew more valiant as the fight progressed. On the contrary, the members of the Sandao Gang found themselves losing ground with each fallen comrade. The remaining gang members, witnessing their fellows fall one by one, became disheartened and no longer had the will to continue the fight.

Just as Xiao Zihan was preparing to press on and finish off the remaining Sandao Gang members, a sudden and forceful shout saved the distressed gang members from their plight.

Turning toward the source of the shout, Xiao Zihan saw that Chen Guozheng and Chen Yuanzheng were now accompanied by a new figure—tall, with a dark red complexion, exuding an aura of formidable power. It was none other than the Sandao Gang's leader, Chen Muzheng.

Chen Muzheng's face was frighteningly grim at this moment, his gaze fixed on Xiao Zihan without a hint of movement. Chen Yuanzheng, standing beside him, understood that his big brother was contemplating whether to advance or retreat after witnessing Xiao Zihan's lethal killing techniques.

Realizing that the more than twenty people who had tried to surround Xiao Zihan were skilled members of the Sandao Gang, each equivalent to three ordinary fighters, they had been decimated by Xiao Zihan in no time. If reinforcements were called in now, they could undoubtedly eliminate Xiao Zihan. However, the cost of doing so was unpredictable. Moreover, this was under the assumption that Xiao Zihan was determined to fight to the death. If he killed many gang members and took advantage of the chaos to break through, the losses could be catastrophic.

At this moment, if they didn't want to lose more of their brothers, the only option was for the three brothers to join forces to have a chance at killing Xiao Zihan. However, having three people gang up on one was unacceptable in terms of face and reputation. They were not like ordinary foot soldiers; they were well-known figures in the criminal underworld. They couldn't be compared to those nameless grunts.

With these thoughts in mind, Chen Yuanzheng couldn't help but glance at Xiao Zihan. When his eyes met Xiao Zihan's cold and icy gaze, he couldn't help but shudder. Xiao Zihan, at this moment, was staring at Chen Muzheng with a fierce glint in his eyes, much like the eerie and terrifying narrow blade in his hand, exuding an intimidating and bone-chilling aura.