The second corpse fell onto the sofa.
The two sisters in qipaos were now so frightened they scrambled back, huddling together and trembling in the corner of the sofa.
Lu Yun said calmly, "Who are the captains? Who are the crew members? I’ll give you three seconds to stand up immediately."
In an instant, at least fifty people shot up from their seats, scrambling to raise their hands.
"Me!"
"Me!"
"Me, me, me!"
’Their own Gang Leader, a master at the Peak of Anjin who had run rampant in Nanfu City for over a decade, was dead just like that?’
’Who in the world is this old man in gray?’
Lu Yun glanced at the crowd of raised hands with satisfaction. ’Killing the chicken to scare the monkeys really does work,’ he thought. He had no time for idle talk, nor any interest in it.
"Let’s go."
The fifty-odd captains and crew members glanced at each other. None dared to hesitate, and they scrambled to follow.
They had come in a hurry and left in a hurry. It wasn’t until Lu Yun’s group had completely vanished through the main entrance that anyone in the hall dared to breathe again.
"G-Gang Leader?"
A high-ranking member of the Qingli Gang shakily approached the sofa. He looked at Yang Qingyun, whose head was lolling to the side, his eyes wide open in death, and then at the unlucky bastard next to him whose neck was twisted like a pretzel.
His legs gave out, and he fell to his knees with a THUD.
"The Gang... The Gang Leader is dead?"
All eyes fell on the corpse slumped on the sofa, its neck broken.
"HAHAHAHA! From now on, I am the Gang Leader of the Qingli Gang!"
A burst of coarse, wild laughter erupted. A burly man nearby shot up and strode forward, kicking Yang Qingyun’s corpse away from the front of the sofa.
Then, he plopped himself down on the sofa that symbolized the Gang Leader’s throne.
He stretched out two thick arms and pulled the still-trembling pair of sisters into his embrace.
In front of everyone, his rough, large hands began to roam over their bodies without a hint of restraint.
Finally, the large man gave them a vicious pinch with a savage grin.
The high-ranking members of the Qingli Gang looked at each other. A few showed flashes of indignation, but most quickly plastered on smiles.
After all, this man was the strongest Hall Master under the Gang Leader. Nicknamed "Leopard Hall Master," he possessed the strength of a Late-stage Anjin master.
When Yang Qingyun was alive, he was second only to one man and above all others.
"Yes, yes, yes! Leopard Hall Master is right!"
A quick-witted underboss immediately jumped out, his face wreathed in smiles. "As they say, a gang can’t be without a leader for a single day! Leopard Hall Master, you are the perfect person to inherit the Gang Leader’s position!"
"That’s right, that’s right!"
"Leopard Hall Master is wise and powerful! The title is well-deserved!"
"We all support Leopard Hall Master!"
A new wave of agreement rose and fell as everyone scrambled to pledge their loyalty.
The Leopard Hall Master roared with laughter, his face a mask of smug satisfaction as he held the two trembling sisters.
He lowered his head, leaned close to one of their ears, and whispered, his breath reeking of alcohol, "Don’t be scared, little beauties. Stick with me, and I’ll make sure you live the good life..."
As he spoke, his hands were already growing restless, beginning to tug at their thin qipaos.
Just then, the nightclub’s main doors were kicked open, and hundreds of dark figures swarmed inside!
A quick glance revealed at least four or five hundred people. They packed the entrance densely, each with a conspicuous red cloth tied around their arm.
The Red Saber Sect!
At their head was a man in his fifties, dressed in a long, dark-yellow brocade gown. It was none other than the Sect Leader of the Red Saber Sect, Hong Rihua!
For the past half a month, he had been like an old turtle hiding in its shell. No matter how the Qingli Gang cursed, provoked, and seized territory outside, he had remained completely silent.
His men had been bottling it up for ages. Every day, people came asking for a fight, saying things like, "Sect Leader, let’s hit them back," or "Sect Leader, if we keep enduring this, the brothers won’t be able to hold their heads high."
Hong Rihua had been in the underworld for decades. He had climbed step by step from a common laborer hauling bags at the docks to his current position, all by relying on a single word: Patience.
Patience! It meant being able to let things slide and having the strength to hold out!
’He could see that the Qingli Gang wanted to wipe them out completely. Backed by the Wa Country, Yang Qingyun wished he could uproot the entire Red Saber Sect overnight.’
’But in times like these, one must not be hasty.’
Hong Rihua was waiting—waiting for an opportunity. And tonight, that opportunity had finally arrived.
His spies had reported that the majority of the Qingli Gang’s main force was at the Xian Guang Night Club. Yang Qingyun had indeed let his guard down.
The next second, without a shred of hesitation, he led the charge and opened fire.
"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"
All the pistols and rifles fired at once. Muzzle flashes erupted as bullets poured out like a torrential downpour!
Before the Qingli Gang members could even react, a whole swath of them had already fallen!
As for the Leopard Hall Master, his back was turned to everyone. He had the two sisters pinned beneath him and was just about to "dispense justice on the spot."
In an instant, countless bullets whistled toward him, and his body shook violently like a sieve.
In less than a few seconds, the Leopard Hall Master had been turned into a human beehive. His eyes were wide open, a lecherous grin still frozen on his face. He died without ever knowing what had happened.
Pinned beneath him, the two sisters hadn’t dared to resist.
The gunfire lasted for a full thirty seconds before gradually subsiding.

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