Peng Jiachao's pupils contracted to the size of pinpricks.
He asked in horror, "You, since you know who my grandfather is, why do you still dare to be so presumptuous?"
Peng Zhensheng—
This was a top figure in the Golden Triangle, or more accurately, a local warlord who commanded several thousand elite soldiers and was renowned throughout the Golden Triangle.
It was precisely because Hong Kui received Peng Zhensheng's support that he launched a large-scale offensive into the Jiangnan region.
"Did I not speak clearly enough, or are you deaf?" Xiao Hu retorted.
"You—"
Peng Jiachao was speechless, unable to retort.
Xiao Hu spoke again, "I'll give you ten more seconds. If you have no last words, I will send you to see the King of Hell after ten seconds."
Peng Jiachao felt a profound fear and truly did not want to die, especially not over this petty matter involving Hong Kui.
Thump!
He knelt on the ground of his own accord, the impact making a dull sound.
"Bai Wuchang!"
"Please spare me, I can give you one hundred million US dollars to exchange for my life! If you think that's not enough, we can negotiate further until you are satisfied." Peng Jiachao lost all semblance of his former imposing demeanor, kneeling on the ground like a broken-backed dog, a sight that evoked deep emotion.
One hundred million US dollars!
This was a temptation that not everyone could resist.
But Xiao Hu didn't even blink. Instead, he said with a poker face, "You've wasted five seconds, leaving you five seconds to leave your last words."
Peng Jiachao, filled with shame and rage, shouted, "You bastard, you will surely be killed in a cruel manner in the future. I will wait for you in the afterlife!"
"Uninteresting." Xiao Hu shook his head.
Peng Jiachao wanted to say more, but Xiao Hu punched him squarely on the crown of his head. Those around heard a cracking sound, and even saw the crown of Peng Jiachao's head cave in. Blood then gushed from his seven orifices, and he collapsed into a pool of blood, lifeless.
Hong Kui's breathing hitched, his pupils shrinking sharply.
The crown of the head was the strongest bone in the human body. To have it caved in with a single punch from Xiao Hu demonstrated the immense power Xiao Hu possessed. Such a blow would undoubtedly result in death for anyone.
The air was thick with the smell of blood, almost nauseating.
It also served as a reminder to everyone that the two great battles had concluded, and Hong Kui had suffered a crushing defeat.
Qian Deshui, recovering from his shock, looked at Hong Kui opposite him and said, "Hong, according to our agreement, you have lost. You are forbidden from dabbling in Jiangnan from now on."
Hong Kui's expression shifted, finding it difficult to swallow the bitter taste of defeat, yet he had to face reality.
At this moment.
Yang Zihao suddenly walked out, and under the gaze of everyone, approached Qian Deshui. Guan Hong grew vigilant and immediately drew his gun, aiming it at Yang Zihao's head.
"What are you doing here? Get out!" Guan Hong said unceremoniously.
Qian Deshui raised his hand, and only then did Guan Hong fall silent.
All eyes fell on Yang Zihao, whose face was ashen and whose body trembled slightly. After standing for a few seconds, he fell to his knees with a thud. "Master Qian, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have betrayed you! Can you, for the sake of my years of service by your side, spare my life? You know, I have elders and young ones at home. If I die..."
Guan Hong immediately interrupted Yang Zihao, roaring, "You bastard, shut up! You betrayed Master Qian and exposed the whereabouts of over a dozen of our brothers, leading to their deaths at Hong Kui's hands! Don't these brothers have elders and young ones too? How dare you say such things?"
Yang Zihao trembled even more violently.
"I—"
"I really didn't mean to. I've wronged Master Qian, and I've wronged the fallen brothers! I know my sins are unforgivable, but I truly don't want to die."
"Master Qian, please be merciful and spare my life!"
Qian Deshui closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his gaze had turned cold. He shook his head and said, "If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place?"
Yang Zihao's body trembled as if he understood Qian Deshui's meaning, and he immediately burst into wails.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out!
Yang Zihao's head was pierced, and he fell into a pool of blood.
Guan Hong was stunned, his gaze also somewhat vacant.
He had not fired the shot.
Qian Deshui shifted his gaze from Yang Zihao's corpse to Hong Kui opposite him. It was Hong Kui who had fired the shot.
Hong Kui's face turned ashen. "Before I have even died, you're already thinking of betraying me. You can go and scout the road to the Yellow Springs for me first."
The next moment.
Xiao Wu raised his gun and fired, accurately hitting Hong Kui's right arm, causing Hong Kui's handgun to clatter to the ground. Hong Kui grunted, his face pale as he looked at Chen Jin's group.
Xiao Wu said calmly, "Playing with guns in front of me, you must have never courted death."
"Speak."
"How do you want to die?"
Hong Kui slowly closed his eyes, deeply realizing that he had no escape tonight. He couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh, "I never thought that after twenty years of glory, my Qianmen would still be destroyed. But I am still somewhat unwilling!"
"Qian Deshui, I didn't lose to you, but to Chen Jin's people!"
"You are still my defeated opponent!"
Qian Deshui's expression remained steady. "That's right, you've finally said one correct thing. Did you think Chen Jin was my subordinate? Since you're already a dead man, there's no need for me to hide it. In fact, I am Chen Jin's subordinate. Do you understand now?"
"What?!"
Hong Kui exclaimed in disbelief.
The king of the Jiangnan underworld, willing to become a subordinate to a young man, Hong Kui asked incredulously, "This is not your style of doing things. Why would you debase yourself to become someone's dog?"
"You wouldn't understand even if I told you," Qian Deshui said indifferently.
Hong Kui sighed.
His gaze fell on Chen Jin, and he asked meaningfully, "To be able to make Qian Deshui your dog, your background must be extraordinary. I really want to know who you are?"
"No comment," Chen Jin replied.
"Hahaha!"
Suddenly, everyone heard laughter, and then two unfamiliar figures emerged from the darkness. The laughter came from these two individuals.
As the two walked into the light, everyone could clearly see their true appearances. One was blond with blue eyes and tall, clearly Western. The other was short with a buzz cut, immediately identifiable as a Japanese devil.
Xiao Wu turned to Chen Jin. "Young Master Chen, you guessed correctly. Someone indeed wanted to be the mantis watching the cicada."
Hong Kui sized up the two. Verus suddenly looked at him. "You are Hong Kui of Qianmen?"
"I am," Hong Kui nodded, waiting for Verus's next words.
Verus smiled faintly, his face radiating powerful confidence, and spoke again, "You don't have to die. From now on, you will work for us and be our dog."
The words were very blunt.
Either die, or be a dog.
Hong Kui's expression changed. After taking a deep breath, he made up his mind. If he could survive, being a dog for someone was not impossible. He nodded and said, "I agree."
Yamada Shinzo's gaze fell on Chen Jin, and he suddenly let out a mocking laugh. "Your expression is very calm, as if you knew we would appear?"
"Heh heh..."
"Whether I knew or not, we two have come to slay the dragon, and we will take off your dragon's head!"