Chapter 216

Regarding being shot by others, Li Xin had already prepared himself mentally—how could there be any principle that he could act on others while they couldn't act on him?

Having preparation is having preparation! But being shot by others in broad daylight—this is just damn excessive!

Even if you come at night, that's fine!

Fortunately, Jian Guo wasn't there then; if he had opened fire in retaliation, this wouldn't be easy to settle privately.

Returning to Xi Gong, Li Xin was guarded upstairs and downstairs by the security brothers, so tightly that not even wind could get through.

Back home, he had Qiuti remove the gauze and carefully examine the wound—it was just a graze.

Touching the area around the wound with his finger still hurt; it seems his body couldn't withstand the powerful handgun shot, and this wound is reminding him not to be reckless.

Qiuti's eye sockets were red; she sat beside Li Xin, fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, and didn't speak.

Li Xin put his arm around her shoulder, smilingly comforting: "It's just this small wound, nothing serious—what's there to worry about? It'll be fine in a couple of days. Get me something to eat; I'm a bit hungry."

Qiuti got up and went to the kitchen; only then did Li Xin's complexion change, his expression wavering.

……

Oil Hemp Ground.

The name Oil Hemp Ground is closely related to the Tin Hau Temple of Oil Hemp Ground.

Because at that time, the land in front of the Tin Hau Temple was where fishermen dried the hemp ropes on their boats.

Not a few shops selling tung oil and hemp rope for repairing fishing boats opened there, hence it was called Oil Hemp Ground.

Oil Hemp Ground lies in the middle of the Nine Dragons Peninsula of Gangdao, closely linked with Prosperous Corner and Sharp Sand Point, together forming the Nine Dragons Peninsula's most prosperous and famous 'Oil Sharp Prosperous', a lucrative area coveted by all major gangs.

Oil Hemp Ground has a long history, is a dependency of the Kowloon District; the famous ancient Tin Hau Temple and Temple Street are located here, and Temple Street's most famous is the Twelve Youngsters.

This person has no gang affiliation, but he has a large group of godfathers and godmothers.

Therefore all the major gang heads let him establish himself on Temple Street, not driving him away; this is to give face to his aging godfathers and godmothers.

Compared to Prosperous Corner, this place has a stronger local flavor; residents largely still maintain Gangdao's traditional lifestyle.

After midnight, Tianhong brought over two thousand of his subordinates here.

Looking at the surroundings, he thought, this is the place where Big Brother once stayed.

There's nothing particularly special about it!

He turned to the close-combat Sandpaper and ordered: "If the opposite side doesn't fire, we won't either."

Sandpaper nodded, turned and went into the crowd, and said to a few gunners:

"Big Brother gave the order! If the opposite side doesn't fire, you also don't draw your guns—just watch; go find your own positions!"

Cola also brought a group of people to come near Tianhong, looking at Tianhong and said: "This matter surely has a misunderstanding; can we wait until things are clear before fighting?"

Tianhong shook his head, his expression cold, and said: "No discussion! Big Brother gave the order: let your Thus line: Prosperity disappear from Oil Hemp Ground; you must disappear."

After saying that, he drew his eight-sided Han sword, pointed forward, and loudly said: "Chop them to death for me!"

As soon as his words fell, his body started moving; target clear: Thus line: Prosperity's Thunderbolt Tiger Cola, Big Brother said to take him out, so he must die.

The incoming Thus line: Prosperity junior hadn't even time to react when Tianhong's sword slashed diagonally; that Thus line: Prosperity fighter's knife-wielding hand flew off directly.

Tianhong's sword seemed like a signal; the two sides' forces instantly mêlée together.

The scene was chaotic, blood flying everywhere; Tianhong moved swiftly, directly cutting down Thus line: Prosperity's forces, causing them to fall over.

Moreover, his strikes were especially cunning, aiming at hands and feet; the scene was extremely bloody.

Cola was also fighting in the crowd; seeing this situation, he rushed straight at Luo Tianhong.

He shouted: "Sword King Hong! Chopping my brothers like vegetables—is that okay?"

"I'll meet you; everyone says you can fight, but I don't believe it!"

Tianhong was looking for Cola! He himself delivered himself to the door, no hesitation, waving his eight-sided Han sword, straight at Thunderbolt Tiger Cola.

Cola fought bare-handed; he might actually not be weaker than Tianhong, but Tianhong had a sword; after a few exchanges, Cola was clearly at a disadvantage.

Cola tightly gripped his chopping knife, blocked Tianhong's sword, forced it open, and with a backhand slash went straight for Tianhong's chest.

Tianhong stepped back, his sword blade slashing upward from below, causing Cola's chop to miss.

Tianhong, gaining the advantage, did not let up; he quickly closed the distance and slashed at Cola.

In the swing, he unleashed several cuts; the last sword changed technique, a straight thrust piercing Cola's chest.

Cola looked at Tianhong, a flicker of unwillingness flashing in his eyes.

As if asking, "You damn well not going to chop anymore?"

Tianhong kicked Cola in the abdomen, then added a stab to his throat.

He contemptuously cursed: "Idiot! I use a sword! Not a chopping knife!"

As Cola fell, Thus line: Prosperity's morale took a huge hit; some people, seeing the situation was bad, hurried to flee; if they didn't leave, they'd also have to stay.

This formed a chain reaction; within less than two hours, Thus line: Prosperity's forces were scattered; there were a few sporadic skirmishes, but they were useless.

The overall situation is settled!

Thus line: Prosperity lost its Oil Hemp Ground territory; it cannot be reclaimed within seven days.

Within half a year, they cannot move this territory again; this place belongs to Thus line: Prosperity.

After the two sides finished fighting, the Twelve Youngsters came before Tianhong and asked:

"Tianhong Brother, do you Thus line: Prosperity want to fight over Temple Street? If so, I'll voluntarily yield."

Tianhong glanced at the Twelve Youngsters, then said indifferently:

"Keep it! My Big Brother just wants the Thus line: Prosperity Oil Hemp Ground territory; he didn't say he wants elsewhere."

After saying that, he turned and left; the Twelve Youngsters watched Tianhong walk away, then said to the people nearby:

"Ah! The Gangdao underworld is getting more and more chaotic! We also need to think of a way out!"

The junior asked: "Big Brother! Why not defect to Thus line: Prosperity? Look, now Thus line: Prosperity has people and money; it's a good place to go."

The Twelve Youngsters didn't speak, but led his men toward Temple Street, walking and thinking about what his subordinate just said; it made a lot of sense.

Bringing his territory over to Prosperity, he must be given a solid status no matter what; his underlings, these little brothers, can still have something to eat.

Otherwise, given the current situation in Gangdao's underworld, the face of his godfathers won't last long; by then he won't even have the means to defect.

He returned to his lodgings, didn't even take off his clothes, lay straight down on the bed, and pondered the feasibility of this.

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed; this could actually be done, but who should he go to in order to defect to Prosperity?

A name immediately popped into his mind: 'Immortal Trust'.

He had known Xin Ge before, and he thought Xin Ge would not refuse him.

Thinking of this, he immediately jumped up from the bed, went to the phone book, and flipped through looking for that number.

Just as he was about to make the call, he glanced at the sky, then put the phone down again, lay in bed tossing and turning unable to sleep, until dawn when he finally dozed off.

He slept straight through until noon; after getting up, he didn't even wash his face.

He picked up the phone and dialed the number, eager to settle this matter so he could finally relax!

He could barely hold on any longer!

These big gangs have no martial virtue; they only pick on soft persimmons!

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