Chapter 8

“Big Brother, are we taking action against Hongxing now?”

Ni Yongxiao looked worried.

Ni Yongxiao was very clear about the Ni family’s situation.

Following Ni Kun’s death, the Ni family’s situation was very bad.

Even though Ni Yongyao had cleanly finished off Gandhi and the others, there were still many hidden dangers.

Under these circumstances, taking action against Hongxing again was no different from adding frost to snow.

“Yongxiao, remember.

This is Tsim Sha Tsui, and the Ni family’s rules are greater than the sky.”

Ni Yongyao said indifferently.

In fact, Ni Yongyao was very clear about Ni Yongxiao’s worries.

If he didn't have the system, Ni Yongyao would also choose to play it safe and develop steadily first.

But now with the system in hand, he could explode with countless assassins at any time, so there was no need to worry so much.

Fighting to support the war is the true way!

“I understand, Big Brother.”

Ni Yongxiao nodded thoughtfully and didn't say anything more.

“Third Uncle, go find Prince.”

Ni Yongyao ordered.

Jiandong.

Prince Boxing Gym.

Bang!

The boxing gym door was kicked open directly.

A group of people walked straight in.

Leading them was Ni Yongyao.

“Daring to run wild in Hongxing’s territory, you don’t want to live...”

A few underlings at the entrance of the boxing gym stood out, cursing.

But before they could finish speaking, a dozen assassins rushed out from behind Ni Yongyao and quickly subdued them.

Ni Yongyao didn't even look at these small fries, his pace calm, as if he were in his own living room.

Lobby center ring.

Prince heard the commotion, turned his head, and saw Ni Yongyao walking over, surrounded by many underlings.

“Brother Prince, he is Ni Yongyao.”

Blackie reminded from the side.

Looking at Ni Yongyao’s momentum, Blackie couldn't help but swallow his saliva, his back feeling a bit cold.

“You are Hongxing’s Prince?”

Ni Yongyao walked into the lobby, sat down on the sofa as if no one was there, and took out a cigar.

Storm Shadow immediately stepped forward to light it for him.

“Correct, you are the Ni family’s new speaker?”

Prince narrowed his eyes, sizing up Ni Yongyao.

Before meeting, Prince didn't take Ni Yongyao to heart at all, thinking that with his strength, he was enough to crush the current Ni family.

But facing him now, Prince realized that Ni Yongyao was not simple.

Especially Storm Shadow behind Ni Yongyao, who brought Prince great pressure.

“Phew—”

Ni Yongyao exhaled a cloud of smoke, didn't answer Prince, but looked at Blackie hiding behind Prince.

“Old Black, you are a member of the Ni family. What are you doing running to Hongxing’s hall in the middle of the night? Could it be that you want to betray the Ni family?”

Ni Yongyao said calmly.

But these words made Blackie shiver uncontrollably.

“I...”

Blackie subconsciously wanted to explain.

But his words were only half-finished when he was interrupted by Prince.

“Ni Yongyao, anyone with eyes can see that the Ni family has collapsed. Blackie defecting to Hongxing is just choosing a better master.”

Prince crossed his arms, directly cutting off Blackie’s retreat.

“On the contrary, you, bringing your underlings to break in, don’t put me, Hongxing’s Prince, in your eyes at all!”

Prince sneered.

As Prince’s voice fell, a large number of Hongxing underlings walked out from all parts of the boxing gym, totaling more than a hundred people, faintly surrounding Ni Yongyao’s group.

These people were all holding weapons, clearly prepared to take action at any time.

“A-Yao, be careful, Hongxing’s people have been prepared for a long time.”

Third Uncle saw this scene, and his brows immediately furrowed.

Ni Yongyao waved his hand, signaling Third Uncle not to worry.

“Hongxing’s Prince? What kind of thing are you, worthy of being put in my eyes?”

Ni Yongyao looked at Prince, a playful smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

“Fuck your mother! Ni Yongyao, I tell you, tonight Tsim Sha Tsui will be surnamed Prince!”

Prince was completely enraged by Ni Yongyao’s contemptuous attitude.

“Hack him to death!”

Prince gave the order, and more than a hundred underlings immediately rushed toward Ni Yongyao.

Facing the gleaming machetes, Ni Yongyao was unhurried and snapped his fingers.

The next moment.

The boxing gym door opened again.

Over a hundred assassins poured in from outside.

These were all arranged by Ni Yongyao before coming; to be safe, he had specifically exchanged for fifty more one-star assassins.

“Hongxing’s people, don’t let a single one go.”

Ni Yongyao ordered indifferently.

At this, Prince’s side lost its numerical advantage.

And with equal numbers, Prince’s underlings were clearly no match for the one-star assassins.

Both in momentum and skill, they were inferior.

Not to mention that the assassins exchanged by the system didn't know fear at all; under Ni Yongyao’s command, they were brave and unafraid of death.

As soon as the two sides met, the gap was revealed.

A dozen of Prince’s underlings fell instantly.

The underlings behind were even more terrified by the scene of severed limbs and flowing blood, unable to even hold their blades steady.

The assassins, however, were expressionless; even if they were stabbed several times, they could take one down with them.

“Fuck!”

Seeing this, Prince immediately realized the situation was bad.

He had originally thought his underlings could crush them one-sidedly.

But he didn't expect Ni Yongyao’s underlings to be so fierce.

“Damn it, where did he get so many dead soldiers?”

Prince saw clearly that these people didn't take death seriously at all.

If they kept fighting like this, it wouldn't be long before all his underlings were dead.

“Capture the thieves by capturing the king first!”

Prince grabbed a machete, jumped off the ring, and rushed toward Ni Yongyao.

At this point, Prince could only make one last struggle.

Otherwise, he would have to tuck his tail and run away in defeat.

And this was something Prince couldn't accept.

Before coming to Tsim Sha Tsui, Prince had made a military pledge to Hongxing’s leader, Jiang Tiansheng, that he would not return until he took Tsim Sha Tsui.

Ni Yongyao, facing Prince who was like a tiger coming down the mountain, still stood steadily in place, smoking his cigar as if no one was there.

“Storm Shadow, handle him.”

Ni Yongyao said.

“Yes, Mr. Ni.”

Storm Shadow nodded, then flashed to meet Prince.

Swish!

A flash of silver light.

Storm Shadow drew the katana from his back and slashed down at Prince’s head!

Prince never expected Storm Shadow to be so fast; it was too late to dodge, so he could only block with his blade.

Crack!

Accompanied by the sound of metal breaking.

The katana easily severed the machete and, without stopping, slashed down along with Prince’s arm that was holding the blade!

“My hand!”

Prince saw his severed arm on the ground and almost collapsed.

From the moment the two took action to the exchange, the whole process took less than three seconds.

The winner had already been decided.

This was enough to show the terror of Storm Shadow’s strength.

Even Prince, known as the God of War within Hongxing, couldn't survive a single strike under Storm Shadow.

Storm Shadow flicked the blood off the blade, then delivered a whip kick, sending Prince flying.

Pfft!

Prince slammed heavily into the wall, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

Seeing this scene, Ni Yongyao was not surprised at all.

After all, Storm Shadow was a four-star assassin, worth 1,000 gold coins; if he couldn't even kill Prince in seconds, he wouldn't be worth much.

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