Chapter 7

Seeing this scene, Ding Qing immediately understood that Gandhi was determined to kill him.

If he didn't fight back now, it would be very difficult for him to walk out of this room tonight.

Thinking of this, Ding Qing immediately lunged at Gandhi.

"Screw your mother! You old thing still want to kill me? I'll send you down to eat slop!"

Ding Qing was, after all, younger than Gandhi; he quickly snatched the fruit knife and stabbed it into Gandhi's lower abdomen.

"Gandhi, last time I said I was going to Aodao to discuss business, I was actually sleeping with your wife.

The time before that was in the New Territories, and the time before that was in Ciyunshan...

Your wife and I have been together all over Huigang, hahaha, it felt amazing!"

Ding Qing sneered, twisting the handle of the knife.

Soon, Gandhi breathed his last in a fit of rage.

"Damn it, I sleep with your wife, you pretend not to see it, wouldn't everyone be fine? Why fight to the death!"

Ding Qing looked at Gandhi's expression of dying with eyes wide open in resentment and spat a thick glob of phlegm onto his face.

He then tidied up briefly and prepared to leave.

But just as he opened the door, he saw two figures standing outside.

It was none other than Ni Yongyao and Storm Shadow.

"You..."

Ding Qing opened his mouth, just about to say something, when his neck was suddenly grabbed firmly by Storm Shadow.

No matter how hard Ding Qing tried, he could not break free from Storm Shadow's grip.

Storm Shadow even lifted Ding Qing up with just one hand.

"Mr. Ni, how should we handle this?"

Storm Shadow asked.

"Disguise it as the three of them killing each other."

Ni Yongyao ordered casually.

Storm Shadow nodded; for a professional ninja like him, such a task was simple.

It took only two minutes.

Storm Shadow had arranged the scene of Ding Qing, Gandhi, and his wife killing each other over an affair.

"Gold coins +5!"

"Gold coins +50!"

"Gold coins +50!"

Ni Yongyao received three more system notifications.

Added to the fifty gold coins obtained from taking out Wen Zheng, the number of gold coins in Ni Yongyao's account had now reached as many as one hundred and seventy-three.

"Only Blackie is left, and then I can do two consecutive draws."

Ni Yongyao decided that after taking out Blackie, he would do two draws to test the waters.

After all, direct exchange only provides killers, while the lottery can yield high-level killers, special skills, mysterious items, and other rewards.

As long as the probability isn't too rigged, it's definitely more cost-effective than exchanging.

Jiandong.

Mahjong parlor.

This was Blackie's territory.

"What's going on? Why isn't any of the three of them answering their phones?"

Blackie held a mobile phone larger than a brick, dialing numbers incessantly.

But not a single call could get through.

This made Blackie increasingly anxious and restless.

Intuition told Blackie that something was happening tonight.

Five minutes later.

Still unable to contact Ding Qing, Wen Zheng, and Gandhi, Blackie couldn't help but think of the worst-case scenario.

"Could the Ni family have made a move against them?"

Thinking of this, Blackie immediately decided to run.

If the four-faction alliance existed, there might be a possibility of resisting the Ni family.

But a single faction alone was definitely no match for the Ni family.

Blackie was very clear about this; he packed his valuables as quickly as possible and left his lair immediately.

However, Blackie didn't run far; he didn't even leave Jiandong.

Just two streets away from Blackie's territory, there was a Prince Boxing Gym.

This was the branch office Hong Xing had opened in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Hong Xing had always coveted the prosperous Tsim Sha Tsui, and the one leading the charge was Gan Zitai, nicknamed Prince.

Prince had planted a flag in Tsim Sha Tsui, but due to the Ni family's power, he had been unable to expand his territory further.

It wasn't until Ni Kun died that Prince keenly sensed an opportunity and immediately bribed Blackie, whose territory bordered his, all to swallow the Ni family in one go while they were weak.

Prince Boxing Gym.

Even though it was late at night, the place was still brightly lit.

In the center of the first-floor lobby.

On a wide ring, a man with bronze-colored muscles was throwing punches continuously; opposite him were more than a dozen fully armored sparring partners.

One man against more than a dozen sparring partners, yet the situation was completely one-sided.

No sparring partner could withstand a single punch from the man; even thick protective gear couldn't fully absorb the impact.

This man was Hong Xing's Prince.

"Brother Prince!"

Blackie ran into the boxing gym, panting as he greeted Prince.

"It's so late, why aren't you hiding in your own doghouse instead of running here to bother me?"

Prince heard the voice and stopped his training.

"Brother Prince, something is wrong. A few hours ago, the Ni family invited Wen Zheng and Gandhi, but now they can't be reached, and the same goes for Ding Qing.

I'm worried they've already been dealt with by the Ni family, and I'm next!"

Blackie explained hurriedly.

"Oh? The Ni family has the guts?"

Prince clearly didn't believe it.

"When Ni Kun was alive, I believed he had the guts, but now that he's dead, none of his remaining children are worth a damn."

Prince sneered.

"I heard it's the eldest son, Ni Yongyao, who has returned to take charge of the big picture."

Blackie thought for a moment and said.

"Regardless of who it is, Tsim Sha Tsui will sooner or later be in my, Prince's, pocket."

As Prince spoke, he clenched his fists, making a cracking sound, his eyes filled with ambition.

Meanwhile.

On the other side.

The men Ni Yongyao sent had come up empty-handed; they couldn't find Blackie.

However, they soon learned from Blackie's subordinates that Blackie had fled to the Prince Boxing Gym.

"Hong Xing's Prince?"

Ni Yongyao sneered upon hearing the news.

"They dare to protect the person I want to kill? Tonight, I'll have Hong Xing erased from Tsim Sha Tsui!"

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