Chapter 361: Conflict Erupts

Another day begins.

Under the thin morning mist, Shanghai awakens to its daily clamor.

Restaurants, teahouses, and shops open one after another; long streets are crowded with people and heavy traffic, among whom are many foreigners with golden hair and blue eyes.

Yet, the "Night Shanghai," built in a bustling part of the city, suddenly grows quiet; even those passing by do so in a hurry. This is because, for the past two days, rumors have spread that the government will join forces with the concessions to wipe out the Axe Gang.

No matter how formidable the Axe Gang is, it is only a gang; how could it withstand the armies of the government and the concessions? Perhaps it will be razed to the ground before long.

Rumble!!

The ground suddenly shakes, as if a long dragon is enraged, shattering the bustling, noisy downtown; all around, there are cries of alarm as pedestrians scatter and flee like birds startled by the bow.

The Advisor with glasses is eating breakfast on the second floor of Night Shanghai. Hearing the commotion, he cannot help but look toward the direction of the tremors, only to see squads of armed soldiers swarming out amidst the billowing dust and smoke.

The Advisor with glasses has been in Shanghai for a long time and naturally recognizes that these soldiers include those from the Police Station, the American military, the Japanese military, the German military, and so on. They are coming toward Night Shanghai with murderous intent, countless in number—at least a thousand—with guns and cannons roaring.

In the air above, helicopters fly and spin, churning the air currents with a thundering sound.

"What is this for?" The face of the Advisor with glasses changes drastically; the scene before him suggests that the visitors are not here with good intentions.

If this were in the past, the Advisor with glasses would have performed a French salute without a second word, but considering the various methods of the new Gang Leader, he hurriedly tidies up and walks quickly downstairs.

When he arrives outside the door of Night Shanghai, the scene is already clearly divided into two camps, with the noise rising one wave after another.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that although the Axe Gang has gathered a group of members, compared to this fully armed and numerous army, they are clearly a rabble. If both sides go to war, it is feared that in less than ten minutes, they will be completely wiped out by the other side, with no one left alive.

"Hmph, you gang of thugs, usually killing and setting fires, doing all kinds of evil. The Mayor has issued an order to eradicate you as a tumor. If you surrender obediently, that is fine; if you dare to defy and resist, then don't blame the guns for being merciless."

A large man dressed in a Police Station uniform walks back and forth with his hands behind his back, a cold sneer on his face, acting extremely arrogant and domineering.

"Chief Zhang, look at what you're saying. Our Axe Gang is a proper gang. You can go and check; we are well-regarded among the common people."

The Advisor with the dog-head mask hurriedly steps forward and quietly slips a gold bar into the hand of Chief Zhang.

"Bah! You still want to bribe me? I am a man of integrity; how could I be bribed by you?" Chief Zhang throws the gold bar onto the ground and kicks the Advisor with glasses in the chest, feeling extremely satisfied in his heart.

He and the Advisor with glasses naturally know each other, and the two sides have even cooperated many times. But this Axe Gang is powerful, treats the law as nothing, runs rampant, and does not put their Police Station in its eyes at all. Now that he can openly humiliate the advisor of the Axe Gang and then eradicate this behemoth, how gratifying it is.

"Now, you Axe Gang people had better be obedient, or I will make sure you die without a burial ground!"

"Looking for death!" An angry shout rings out, followed by a figure flashing out of Night Shanghai like lightning, kicking the chief in the chest. Immediately, Chief Zhang is sent flying as if his bones had been dismantled, crashing into the crowd; a chorus of screams erupts instantly, and seven or eight people suffer as collateral damage.

"Let's see who dares to enter the Axe Gang; if you don't want to live, come on." The person who arrives is holding nunchucks and has a scar on his face; it is none other than Shi Heilong.

Immediately after, another figure flashes out, moving even faster than Shi Heilong, like lightning. As that figure flashes by, the first dozen patrol officers are already kicked away like rag dolls.

Before the crowd can even see the person's figure, he has already appeared beside Shi Heilong, his face cold and stern—who else could it be but Wang Xiaohu?

"Good, you not only resist arrest but also dare to attack the police in public." The chief staggers to his feet, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with hidden fear and anger.

Shi Heilong seems rough, but he actually has a sense of proportion in his strikes, which is why the chief did not lose his life.

But Shi Heilong does not know that people like the chief are bullies who fear the strong and pick on the weak; if one does not strike with lethal force, they will only be seen as weak and easy to bully, thereby becoming more and more unscrupulous.

Sure enough, the chief retreats to the front of the soldiers, thinking he is at a safe distance, and shouts: "You Axe Gang thugs, you only think that because you possess martial arts, you can run rampant, but this is the era of science; martial arts are worth nothing."

"Open fire, all of you together, kill them all!"

Rat-tat-tat!! Rat-tat-tat!!!

Following the chief's order, the thousand soldiers who were already prepared raise their guns in an orderly fashion, spitting out fierce tongues of fire and pouring out a rolling torrent of bullets, covering the entire Night Shanghai.

Boom! The sky roars, the air currents roll, and the fighter jets circling in the air also roar, spitting out countless tongues of fire; the torrent of bullets, like a rainstorm, is meant to reduce everything to nothing.

Clatter!!

Just at this moment, a blade light like the Heavenly River slashes down, like a canopy of heaven, gorgeous and brilliant. Under this blade light, countless bullets are sliced in two and fall onto the ground.

And within the brilliant blade light, one can vaguely see a figure holding a Guan Gong blade—who else could it be but Wang Jianglong? This old man, nearly fifty years of age, is now displaying the great power of a Grandmaster expert to the fullest.

Some of the missed bullets are blocked by Shi Heilong and Wang Xiaohu. The Advisor with glasses knows this is a battle between gods, so he hurriedly huddles with a group of Axe Gang members and flees into Night Shanghai, terrified as if it were the end of the world.

Just then, artillery shells come bombarding from afar, whistling like rain, smashing toward Night Shanghai; with such a fierce offensive, one can imagine that it could be razed to the ground in the blink of an eye.

"Die! Die! You Axe Gang people all deserve to die!!" The chief watches the whistling shells, gritting his teeth, his expression revealing a hint of hysterical madness.

Not to mention that he has already completely offended the Axe Gang, as long as he wipes out the Axe Gang, he will be promoted step by step.

"Indeed, you are the ones who deserve to die!" Just then, a grand and lofty voice resounds incessantly, as if it came from the nine heavens, like rolling thunder, possessing the immense power of a mountain-toppling sea.

The chief looks up and sees a large black figure appearing in mid-air; that person stands in the void, as if a Divine Human from ancient times, standing tall between heaven and earth, radiating an incomparable fluctuation.

That person seems to glance at the chief, and the chief suddenly feels an indescribable fear welling up in his heart; he spits out a mouthful of blood and falls down.

And facing the whistling shells, this black figure raises an arm, opens a palm like a canopy of heaven, and meets them head-on.