NORTHERN CITY
The headquarters of the Four Seas Gang was located here.
Inside a grand meeting hall, the gang leader, Chen Dao, was engrossed in a game of chess with a middle-aged man. A closer look revealed that this man was none other than Liu Jing, the second-in-command of the Liu family!
"Master Liu, the Tang family has already skipped the Mid-Autumn Gathering for two consecutive years. If they fail to attend again this year, their influence in Cloud City will plummet. Today, my Four Seas Gang launched a direct assault on the Liu family, which will undoubtedly provoke the Tang family.
If they wish to restore their reputation, they will likely retaliate against us. This could turn into a tough battle," Chen Dao said, his tone cautious. Having operated in Cloud City’s underworld for years, he had developed a keen sense for political maneuvering. He knew exactly why the Liu family had incited him to act against the Tang family.
"Master Chen, rest assured. Among the four major families in Cloud City, the Tang family is the weakest. If they truly dare to clash with the Four Seas Gang, they will suffer immense losses. In fact, if they engage in combat tonight, it could very well mark the end of the Tang family," Liu Jing replied with a smirk, sipping his tea.
He continued, "Besides, how many men can they mobilize? Thirty Ninth-Grade Yuan Stage guards? Perhaps fifty at most? That’s not nearly enough to overpower the Four Seas Gang.
Moreover, the Tang family has no idea that my Liu family has secretly stationed fighters within your ranks.
We have forty Ninth-Grade Yuan Stage warriors and fifteen Yellow Stage experts hidden within the gang. With such forces combined, do you really think we need to fear the Tang family? If they come looking for trouble, we’ll ensure they never leave."
"Master Liu, you are absolutely right," Chen Dao chuckled. "Still, this move carries great risks for my Four Seas Gang. Once the Tang family falls, as per our agreement, twenty percent of their assets will belong to us, correct?"
"Of course," Liu Jing nodded confidently.
The two men exchanged glances before breaking into hearty laughter, as if they had already secured victory.
Just then—
"Report!"
A scout rushed into the hall, panting heavily.
Chen Dao and Liu Jing raised their brows.
"The Tang family is advancing toward our headquarters!" the scout reported urgently.
"Oh? So soon?"
Chen Dao’s expression shifted slightly.
"How many of them? Who’s leading?" he asked.
"Housekeeper Mo is at the front, bringing twenty men—all Tang family guards. They will arrive at the headquarters in five minutes!"
Hearing this, Chen Dao let out a sigh of relief.
"Master Chen, most of the Tang family’s guards are only at the Ninth-Grade Yuan Stage. With our fifteen Yellow Stage warriors, there’s nothing to worry about. Whatever demands they make, simply refuse them," Liu Jing said confidently, as though everything was under control.
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"I will follow Master Liu’s instructions," Chen Dao nodded in understanding before issuing a command.
"All fighters of the Four Seas Gang, assemble! Those at Eighth-Grade Yuan Stage or higher, report immediately!"
Within moments, over a hundred men gathered in the courtyard, including the Liu family's hidden forces. Among them were more than eighty Ninth-Grade Yuan Stage warriors and over twenty Yellow Stage experts.
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AT THE GATES OF THE FOUR SEAS GANG HEADQUARTERS
"Chen Dao, get out here!"
Housekeeper Mo stood before the grand entrance, channeling his internal energy as he roared.
A moment later, the doors swung open, and Chen Dao emerged, flanked by over a hundred fighters. He eyed Mo’s men and feigned surprise.
"Housekeeper Mo! What an unexpected visit. Forgive my lack of hospitality," he said mockingly. "Bringing so many men—what is the meaning of this?"
Mo's expression was ice-cold.
"Master Chen, let’s not play games. You knew full well that the Liu family is allied with the Tang family, yet you still dared to attack them. How do you think that reflects on the Tang family?" Mo demanded.
"The Tang family stands by its allies. We share prosperity and hardship alike. This blatant provocation cannot be ignored—unless you are prepared to give us a satisfactory explanation, we will not let this matter rest!"
Hearing this, Chen Dao’s eyes turned icy. Then, he threw his head back and laughed.
"Housekeeper Mo, you’re getting old. Your memory must be failing you. The Tang family of today is not what it once was. So what if we trample over your allies? My advice—turn around and leave while you still can. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee you’ll walk away alive."
As Chen Dao sneered, he suddenly caught sight of something in the distance. His expression stiffened.
Multiple groups of fighters were swiftly approaching from different directions. Their numbers—seventy, maybe eighty strong?
His heart skipped a beat.
He had miscalculated! The Tang family had divided their forces, bypassing the Four Seas Gang’s spies!
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THE BATTLE BEGINS
"It seems Master Chen has no regrets. Kill them all!"
Without further words, Mo Bo roared and charged forward.
"Kill!"
The Tang family’s forces had arrived—over a hundred warriors, all at the Yellow Stage. Their eyes burned with an eerie light as they surged forward like a tidal wave.
Before leaving the Tang residence, Mo Bo had relayed Tang Yan’s promise—one hundred silver taels for every confirmed kill!
To them, the members of the Four Seas Gang were no longer people; they were walking bags of silver!
The Tang warriors were brimming with battle fervor, each eager to claim as many heads as possible. The reward was simply too tempting—how much silver could they amass in a single battle?
"All members of the Four Seas Gang, fight back! Kill them!" Chen Dao bellowed, frustration seeping into his voice.
But it was too late.
The Tang family’s elite fighters overwhelmed them instantly.
Screams of agony erupted as Four Seas Gang members were cut down one after another. Chen Dao’s expression twisted in fury.
Damn those worthless spies! First, they had miscounted the Tang family’s numbers, and now—
Chen Dao's pupils shrank in horror. How were all these Tang warriors at the Yellow Stage?!
When had the Tang family amassed such an army of elite fighters?
Before he could dwell on the question, Mo Bo lunged at him with his spear.
In recent days, Tang Yan had supplied Mo Bo with rare medicinal pills, boosting his cultivation. Originally at the Eighth-Grade Mystic Stage, Mo Bo had now reached the peak of his rank, on the verge of breaking through to the Ninth Grade.
Chen Dao, at merely the Seventh-Grade Mystic Stage, was at a clear disadvantage.
"Master Liu, I need reinforcements!" Chen Dao shouted, barely managing to deflect Mo Bo’s strikes.
Mo Bo’s eyes flashed coldly.
Liu Jing?
As expected, the Liu family was behind this scheme!
Liu Jing himself was a Fifth-Grade Mystic Stage fighter. If he joined the fray, Mo Bo would struggle to maintain his advantage. He had to end this quickly.
Summoning all his strength, he intensified his assault.
Meanwhile, across the battlefield, the Four Seas Gang and their Liu family reinforcements were being decimated.
Outnumbered and outclassed, their ranks collapsed within minutes.
What had begun as a one-on-one fight had quickly turned into two-against-one or even three-against-one, with the Four Seas Gang’s forces being slaughtered like livestock.
As the weaker fighters of the gang fled in desperation, the Tang warriors pursued them like harvesters reaping a field of wheat.