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As dusk approached, the streets became increasingly crowded.

Fang Cheng sat in a beef noodle shop, slurping down rice noodles.

Occasionally, he would look up, gazing at the scene outside.

Through the glass door, he could clearly see three young men squatting by the roadside, waiting to park cars for customers.

These people were the low-level thugs of the Red Tiger Gang, and the sauna club across the street was one of the places they looked after.

According to the information confessed by the two traitors, Fang Cheng knew that the Red Tiger Gang's style was ruthless, and they always adhered to the principle of killing enemies without leaving any survivors.

Therefore, he did not hold any侥幸 psychological, but decided to strike first.

To deal with this kind of gang members who scurried around like rats, it was impossible to completely eradicate them.

Not to mention Fang Cheng alone, even the police could not do it.

However, if their leaders were silently eliminated, or if conclusive evidence of their crimes was found and handed over to the police.

Then, the people above would become suspicious, and the thugs below would fight for power and profit, creating chaos.

At that time, they would not be able to bother with him.

So Fang Cheng set his sights on Sang Biao and Wu Shihao, the two people who were directly related.

However, after a whole day.

He successively found several addresses where Sang Biao often stayed and scouted them out, but he did not find any trace of him.

Finally, Fang Cheng chose to come to this kind of place to try his luck.

According to Brother Xiaosa, Sang Biao was lustful and could not live without women for a day.

The entertainment venues he often visited, besides the sauna shop in front of him, were the nightclubs next door.

If he still couldn't wait for the target to appear, then he would have to go to another nightclub to take a look.

"Ahem."

The boss, wearing an apron, coughed and walked over, picking up a towel to wipe the tables next to him.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng immediately realized.

He had been sitting here, ordering two bowls of beef noodles, and had unknowingly eaten for more than an hour.

He didn't want to attract attention, so he quickly finished the rice noodles, got up, paid the bill, and left.

After walking out of the beef noodle shop, he wandered around in the vicinity again.

Seeing that it was already dark, the colorful neon signs gradually lit up.

Fang Cheng saw the figures of the three parking boys, thought for a moment, and then walked over.

"That sports car just now was so cool, worth at least several million."

"It's a pity that the owner is an old man, and he even picked up such a hot chick, what a waste, should we find a chance to steal it…"

Several thugs were smoking and chatting, glanced at Fang Cheng who had approached, and didn't pay much attention.

People from other places usually don't understand their Dongdu accent.

"Excuse me, is Brother Sang Biao here?"

Fang Cheng, however, spoke in the same accent, asking very politely.

"Huh, you're from Xihe?"

Hearing Fang Cheng speak, the thugs seemed particularly surprised.

"Yes."

Fang Cheng smiled and nodded, then said:

"I just came to Dongdu not long ago, and I'm not familiar with the place. I heard that Brother Sang Biao is also from Xihe, and he's very well-respected in this area. He's known for his loyalty and friendship, so I want to join him."

Hearing this, the thugs couldn't help but chuckle.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng was a little puzzled and said, "What's wrong?"

The thugs did not explain, but one of the "fellow villagers" from Xihe seemed a little enthusiastic and said:

"Haven't you heard? Brother Sang Biao's powder den was raided by the police, and now he's hiding like a turtle with his head in its shell, and he's very angry!"

A gaudy pink sports car stopped by the roadside, followed by several black vans used by gangsters.

A tattooed man of medium build pushed open the sports car door and stepped out, wearing pointed leather shoes.

A group of people emerged from the vehicles behind, each holding a long, newspaper-wrapped object in their hands, with fierce expressions on their faces.

The three parking boys immediately greeted him, calling him "Brother Biao."

Sang Biao looked bruised and swollen, not only with a ferocious appearance but also with an extremely unkind tone.

He glared at the three parking boys, then tossed the car keys over.

"Take good care of my car. If it gets scratched even a little, I'll break all your legs!"

"Yes, yes, yes, Brother Biao."

The parking boys quickly nodded and bowed, with none of the previous contemptuous look.

Seeing the person he was looking for, Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed, and he had already hidden himself in the shadows next to him.

Because he saw that among the group of thugs following Sang Biao, one of them was the tattooed man he had encountered before.

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Inside the Jinsha Sauna Club, there were no customers coming and going in the bathing hall.

Several female technicians in revealing work clothes were hiding far away, secretly watching the resting area.

Two gangs of thugs were setting up a formation of dozens of people, gathered here to negotiate.

Surrounded by the crowd, two tattooed men sat with their legs wide apart, both with fierce faces, and it was clear that they were not good people.

"Tyrannosaurus, what exactly do you mean?"

Sang Biao questioned fiercely:

"You've sent people to scout my place twice in a row. Do you want to start a war? You even called the police. Don't you know that doing so violates the rules of the underworld?"

Although the other flat-headed man's eyes were a little shifty, he did not show any weakness in his words:

"Sang Biao, don't think that just because you've joined the Red Tiger Gang, you can act arrogant and put the blame on me!"

Then, his tone softened slightly, and he explained a few sentences:

"The last time is the last time. I've also heard about your place being raided this time. Although we don't get along, this matter definitely has nothing to do with us."

"You're still trying to deny it? Aren't you and Ma Donghe always calling each other brothers? How can you dare to do it but not admit it?"

"I do know Ma Donghe, but he's not a member of our gang. What does it have to do with us if he does something wrong?"

Sang Biao did not listen to his explanation, but only threatened fiercely:

"Tyrannosaurus, I'll give you a word now."

"Immediately have your gang leader escort Ma Donghe, as well as that hidden assassin, to our Brother Hao, and kowtow to apologize."

"Also, pay for the medical expenses and settlement fees for the injured brothers, and the reconstruction costs for the damaged venues, totaling 80 million yuan."

"Of course, you can choose not to agree, but now I'm talking to you. Next time, it will be the knives and guns of our Crimson Tiger Gang."

Tyrant Dragon's face grew increasingly ugly, and anger vaguely flared in his eyes.

He was at least a mid-level leader in a gang, with a status similar to Wu Shih-hao. How could he allow a parvenu like Scarface Biao to ride on his head and shit?

This was intolerable!

"Scarface Biao, what the hell are you? You dare to act presumptuously in front of me with the few people you brought? Ask yourself, are you qualified to talk to me?"

Tyrant Dragon seemed to have realized something.

The other party had long coveted the territory of the Three Wolves Gang and wanted to use this excuse to start a war, thereby gaining a foothold in Jiangbei and extending their influence to the old city.

He finally couldn't suppress his fiery temper and stood up abruptly, pointing at Scarface Biao's nose and cursing:

"Go back and tell Wu Shih-hao that I've never been afraid of threats since I started in the underworld. If I'm desperate, I'd even dare to kill his old mother!"

Upon seeing this, the lackeys behind them also pointed at each other and shouted loudly, making fierce threats.

After a moment of confrontation, Tyrant Dragon, with a stern face and no room for negotiation, took the lead in leading his brothers away.

Watching Tyrant Dragon's departing figure, Scarface Biao didn't have the guts to keep him there.

After all, the other party had the confidence to be arrogant. Those lackeys he brought were all burly and looked capable of fighting.

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"Damn it, doesn't know he's facing death."

He muttered with a sinister look in his eyes:

"I heard Tyrant Dragon's wife is very hot. When the time comes, I'll ask Brother Hao to let me enjoy her, then throw her into the brothel to receive guests, and also his daughter..."

He looked up and saw a group of lackeys still standing around, so he said:

"What are you still standing there for? The people are gone. You should all hurry up and disperse, and find a Miss to have some fun."

Upon hearing this, the lackeys left the hall one after another.

Only a few trusted brothers remained, along with three guys with obsequious smiles on their faces.

"Brother Biao, what about our rewards?"

The tattooed-arm man and the chicken-eye guy asked quickly.

"Didn't I tell you to go find a Miss to have some fun?"

"Will you reimburse us?"

"Damn it, I haven't even redeemed myself yet. I'll treat you to a full package after we win this battle."

The three men's faces immediately fell, and they walked out dejectedly.

"Scarface Biao, Scarface Biao, you're really a jinx. Following such a boss is like having bad luck for eight lifetimes..."

After the tattooed-arm man and the chicken-eye guy separated, they walked alone in the corridor.

Suddenly, he bumped shoulders with a tall man wearing a mask who was walking towards him.

The tattooed-arm man glanced back at the man and casually cursed, "Are you blind?"

Seeing the other party's slightly familiar figure, he couldn't help but turn his head again and take a closer look.

The masked man also turned his head to look at him at this time, his eyes shining brightly.

"Do you recognize me?"

"You are..."

Before the surprised words could be spoken, a hand firmly covered his mouth.

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"Listening to me sing the 'Eighteen Touches', reaching out to touch my sister's little mouth..."

Scarface Biao lay comfortably on the foot massage sofa, humming a little tune, enjoying the foot washing service.

He also occasionally used his toes to caress the female technician's face, his eyes slightly narrowed, his expression fierce and obscene.

The female technician didn't dare to complain in any way, and could only lower her head aggrievedly, with a smile on her face.

Just then, the room door was gently pushed open.

A series of faint footsteps sounded.

The female technician turned her head in surprise.

She saw a man holding up his index finger to her, making a light shushing sound, indicating not to speak.

Scarface Biao also noticed the movement at this time.

Then he opened his eyes and looked at a familiar and annoying face, and immediately burst into a scolding:

"Are you a moron? I told you to go find a Miss, why are you back here?"

"Brother Biao, I..."

The tattooed-arm man's face was tangled, and his lips moved.

Suddenly, a figure lurking behind him jumped out and waved a dagger.

A cold light flashed instantly.

Scarface Biao's throat was easily slit open.

He widened his eyes, his mouth making gurgling bubbling sounds, and looked at the killer in front of him with some unwillingness.

His hands tried to cover his throat, but he still couldn't stop the blood from spurting out.

The female technician screamed in fear.

The tattooed-arm man was also trembling all over.

Fang Cheng killed the target without saying a word.

He handed the dagger back to the tattooed-arm man and ordered in a cold voice:

"Here, stab him a few times!"

The tattooed-arm man tried to resist, but remembered something terrifying.

He could only grit his teeth, harden his heart, and stab Scarface Biao's chest twice with force.

Fang Cheng nodded in satisfaction and reiterated what he had said before:

"Next, you can surrender to the police, saying that you colluded with the enemy and killed Scarface Biao, and are willing to serve as a tainted witness."

"Of course, you can also choose to join the Three Wolves Gang. I think they should be willing to protect you..."

As he spoke, hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

Obviously, after hearing the screams and seeing the two bodyguards lying unconscious at the door, those lackeys had realized that something was wrong.

They quickly rushed in, looking at the scene in front of them, and couldn't help but exclaim:

"Boss!", "Boss!"

"The Three Wolves Gang assassin is here, who dares to come up!"

Upon seeing this, Fang Cheng immediately announced his affiliation.

Then, he looked at the tattooed-arm man like a brother, and urged anxiously:

"Run quickly, I'll hold them back!"

Saying that, he took the initiative to rush into the crowd, and with a set of clean and neat straight punches, sweeps, and elbow strikes, he easily knocked down several hooligans like a hungry tiger pouncing on sheep.

Hearing more footsteps coming from the corridor.

The tattooed-arm man bit his lip, held the bloody dagger, and turned to run in the other direction.