Chapter 368: Who Set Off the Firecrackers? A Sacrificial Act?!

A stunning Blood Flower bloomed at the forehead.

Qiu Lanxing's charging figure suddenly stalled, and from the forward momentum he fell with a thud beside Su Yang's foot.

His body twitched slightly, and his hand still clenched the poisoned Small Knife tightly.

Soon, a pool of blood slowly spread, staining the ground red.

The Third Hall Master was dead, and the group of Little Brothers were both shocked and terrified, as if a giant hand had seized their hearts, making breathing difficult.

How could they have imagined that Su Yang, whose combat power was so strong, also carried a gun?!

The first thought in their heads—where did he steal the gun?

The Little Brothers were stunned, but the Death Soldiers ignored them, still wearing a cold expression as they carried out the Task.

Only a dozen or so Death Soldiers charged forward, their indifferent faces radiating murderous intent.

"The master is dead; you dogs are still loyal."

Su Yang swiftly raised his gun, aimed, and without hesitation pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang…"

The barrel spewed flames, illuminating the dim surroundings.

Although Su Yang had never undergone professional training, his many experiences handling guns in Death Game, combined with the close distance, made it sufficient.

A single shot was enough!

One after another, the Death Soldiers fell, each chest pierced with a blood‑filled hole without exception.

In just a moment, all thirteen were dead.

At the same time, the entire Nan Yang Jie fell into an eerie silence.

When the first gunshot rang, no one paid it any mind.

They simply thought someone was celebrating a happy event and setting off firecrackers.

But when gunshots kept firing one after another, the crowd finally realized something was wrong.

"Was that just now... a gunshot?"

"Impossible, right? Warlord never fires guns recklessly; it must be someone's kitchen exploding."

"Wait, you hear... that's clearly a gunshot!"

"What's happening? Is the Warlord coming to arrest people?"

The night market instantly descended into chaos; people hurriedly packed their goods, pushing carts and fleeing.

When deities fight, mortals suffer.

As locals of Jinshan City, they knew exactly which celebrations could be joined and which could not.

The Warlord's actions were indiscriminate; they cared not for the lives of innocent civilians.

Anyone who obstructs law enforcement will meet the same fate as a criminal.

Therefore, the moment the gunshot was confirmed, they left immediately without hesitation.

However, the Search Army group rushing to No. 26 Nan Yang Jie wore puzzled expressions.

The man at the head, dressed in black law‑enforcement uniform, asked in doubt: "Is there a second search team besides us tonight?"

"There shouldn't be. This line report is known only to us; the Battalion Leader mentioned a secret operation, with no other comrades assisting,"

Squad Leader's eyes narrowed with suspicion, and he said gravely: "It seems there are some clueless insects."

"Plan changed, capture the insects first!"

The Warlord calls those who hide guns 'insects', a metaphor for despicable people.

Anyone daring to violate the regulations meets a terrible fate!

"Leader, are we skipping No. 26?" one asked.

They were only Five Hundred meters from the destination; upon arrival, a permit would let them turn the Warehouse upside down!

"Compared to a search, you still hesitate even with iron evidence?" Squad Leader sneered repeatedly, continuing:

"Moreover, the Battalion Leader only said near No. 26, never that No. 26 itself is the gun‑hiding spot."

"If you don't take the credit for bringing it to the door, I'll gladly accept it alone."

Having said that, he changed direction and immediately drove toward the site of the gunshots.

The remaining people exchanged glances, discussed briefly, and decided to follow Squad Leader.

The Warlord's rewards and punishments were measured; without some achievement, they would never climb the ranks in this life.

If they could capture the insects, they would surely receive a generous reward.

At that moment, a head poked out of an alley, watching the Search Army depart.

Immediately, it turned and rushed to the Warehouse to report the news.

Lin Yang and the others, who had been busy as a blaze, heard the news and were overjoyed.

Zhao Xian felt the heavy stone hanging over his mind slowly drop, exhaled a long sigh and said, "Great, heaven aids me!"

"Who fired the gun?" Lin Yang asked.

"I don't know; I heard the gunshot came from the end of Nan Yang Jie," the man shook his head.

The end of the street?

Isn't that Su Yang's side?

Lin Yang felt a sudden thump in his heart, realizing the seriousness of the problem.

"It seems he already knows about the Mingguang Building ambush and is using gunfire to buy us time,"

Zhao Xian's smile abruptly halted, and he asked, "Are you saying... the sect leader is secretly helping us?"

Lin Yang's face was full of worry, and he said gravely, "This is no longer covert; he's playing this round openly."

He risked his life, sacrificing himself to give hope to the Six‑Directions Association.

This step is extremely perilous; a moment's carelessness would lead to irreversible disaster.

Lin Yang's eyes were filled with worry; he wanted to set aside the Task at hand and go help.

"Since the gang leader has already done this, we absolutely cannot let him down!" Zhao Xian patted his shoulder.

Lin Yang felt a flood of emotions, gritted his teeth and said, "Load all the goods properly, send everything to the Warehouse!"

"Quick, quick, quick! Be swift with your hands and feet!"

Zhao Xian watched his strained silhouette and sighed inwardly.

The series of events tonight could be called the most thrilling Zhao Xian has ever experienced in his life.

At the end of Nan Yang Jie.

Su Yang lifted the still smoking pistol, gazing ahead.

He then stepped forward, and the stunned crowd, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instinctively let out a scream!

"Su gang leader, hold on, we are acting under orders and have no intention of harming anyone!" one person shouted.

"We are all adults now; we must take responsibility for what we have done."

"Moreover..."

Su Yang raised his cleaver and approached step by step, "Did you see me fire a gun and kill, and think there's any chance of sparing your lives?"

As soon as the words fell, his hand rose and the blade came down, slashing a fleeing person.

"Run!" the crowd shouted in panic, completely losing their earlier ferocity.

All that remained was thick fear.

The ten scattered and fled, each taking a different direction.

They were experienced in this, knowing well that Su Yang only has two legs, and the lucky ones always manage to survive.

At this moment, the least injured member of the Donghai Hall gang, hearing the constant cries behind him, felt a chill in his gut.

He mustered all his strength and charged forward, heedless of anything.

As long as he could get out of this street, the sky would be open and birds could fly; even Su Yang's abilities would be useless.

He couldn't possibly reach another district, could he?

Once safe, he would write an anonymous letter to report, implicating the entire Liuhe Society, including Su Yang.

Pay the price!

Thinking of this, the man gritted his teeth, accelerated, letting his thigh muscles cramp, and forced himself forward.

Seeing that the night market lay ahead, he rejoiced.

But before he could enjoy it long, five figures suddenly blocked his path.

"Don't block the way, get out of the way!" the man shouted.

"Isn't that someone from Donghai Hall? Why are they a street rat today?" a mocking female voice said.

The newcomer was Feng Jingchu.

She, upon receiving the news, immediately rode with her troops without pause to arrive.

Sure enough, upon arriving she saw the fleeing Donghai Hall gang members.

"Feng Niangzi?" the man, having long heard of her notorious reputation, felt his heart sink to the depths.

Being caught by her was worse than being shot!