If these people had all been novices who had never fought or seen blood before, that would have been one thing.
But everyone knew that Lord Tiger's men never included the weak.
Even if their skills couldn't match those of a master fighter like Yi Long, they were constantly brawling in the streets.
For them, drawing blood was a common occurrence.
The viciousness of their attacks was beyond what ordinary people could compare to.
They were extremely brutal when bullying ordinary folks.
Yet, in Yang Fei's hands, this pack of wolf-like thugs seemed no better than pathetic quails.
What a disgrace.
This was an immense shame for Kong Erhu!
Seeing Yang Fei take down countless brothers in less than a minute and charging toward him, Kong Erhu couldn't hold back any longer.
He fiercely pulled out the Da Heixing Handgun from his bosom.
His dark gun muzzle pointed at Yang Fei as he sneered, "You've got the guts to come closer?"
At that moment, Yang Fei was less than three meters away from Kong Erhu.
At such a short distance, the power of the Da Heixing Handgun would surely be the end of Yang Fei.
The whole place fell silent.
Everyone looked at the Da Heixing Handgun in Kong Erhu's hand with their hearts in their throats.
Strife in the Underworld often involved swinging blades and spilling blood—that was run-of-the-mill.
However, nobody resorted to guns unless absolutely necessary.
Not just because any case involving a gun would be thoroughly investigated.
More importantly, the ancient Mortal World rules greatly disdained modern firearms.
Once guns were involved, it meant that the grudges between the parties could only be cleansed with blood.
Yang Fei's expression remained utterly calm.
He mocked Kong Erhu, "Do you even know how to use that? It's a high-quality fake; be careful it doesn't blow up in your face."
Seeing that Yang Fei finally didn't dare to act, the sneer on Kong Erhu's face deepened.
His round, fat face twitched as he said, "Don't worry, I've tested this gun before, it's a good one!"
He slowly moved his gun barrel to aim at Yang Fei's knee.
At the same time, Kong Erhu's Maitreya Buddha-like smile turned incredibly sinister, "Daring to cause trouble in my place, you must be tired of living."
"I'm going to cripple your legs first, make you kneel and talk to me."
Yang Fei's gaze remained calmly detached.
He looked at Kong Erhu coldly without speaking.
Everyone else fell into a silence like death itself.
Most people swallowed hard, their foreheads beaded with sweat the size of soybeans.
They were just ordinary guests.
They had unwittingly become entangled in the fray of the Underworld, and some might even witness a murder first-hand.
For most guests, this was like a living nightmare.
And right now was undoubtedly the moment in this nightmare that was the most unbearable for their nerves.
Many sighed quietly, admiring the young man's bravery.
It was a pity, though; he didn't understand how perilous the Mortal World was and had finally fallen into Kong Erhu's hands.
Kong Erhu's gun barrel finally locked onto Yang Fei's left knee.
His plump face filled with a chilling intent to kill, "Kid, you only have your blindness to blame for angering Lord Tiger."
His middle finger was on the trigger of the Da Heixing Handgun, tendons taut, his eyes fixed on Yang Fei's knee.
Everyone tensed up.
In the air, it seemed like the slightest spark could set everything ablaze.
Clang!
The next second, the sound of something slicing through the air rang out, filled with the clang of metal against metal.
In the resounding clash, a killing intent that was beyond words filled the air.
Along with that sharp noise, a series of afterimages spun rapidly, flying out from between Yang Fei's fingers.
Kong Erhu screamed, and the Da Heixing Handgun clattered to the ground.
He clutched his gun-wielding right hand with his left, his pained expression so severe that it distorted his chubby face.
Blood poured from the gaps in Kong Erhu's fingers.
The sudden scene that unfolded scared everyone to the point where they were all staring with widened eyes and agape mouths.
They couldn't recover their senses.
To this moment, no one knew how Yang Fei had injured Kong Erhu.
Let alone when he had made his move.
"Big brother, how are you?"
"Boss, are you hurt?"
…
Kong Erhu's lackeys behind him all pounced towards him and helped him to his feet.
"Fucking hell, it's a card!"
Swearing coarsely, Kong Erhu's face, glossy as though polished, was covered in beads of sweat the size of soybeans.
Clenching his teeth, he released his hand, revealing a playing card, the ace of spades, sticking out of the back of his chubby hand.
The diamond-shaped corner of the spade ace had pierced through Kong Erhu's palm.
From the wound, blood gushed out like floodwaters bursting through a dam.
Which meant that just a moment ago, Yang Fei had punctured Kong Erhu's palm with this thin card.
All the onlookers were left staring at Yang Fei with their mouths agape and faces filled with shock and amazement.
Motherfucker, this Monster!
He actually broke Kong Erhu's Da Heixing Handgun with a single playing card.
It defied all common sense and the laws of nature.
Who has ever seen a card faster than a bullet, sharper than a knife?
"Kill him for me!"
Kong Erhu was desperate.
He roared like an enraged lion, "Whoever kills this bastard, I will transfer half of Junhao Casino's shares to him."
From the beginning, Kong Erhu had proceeded with caution, but now he was throwing all caution to the wind.
He had come to realize that the devil-may-care man before him was the most terrifying enemy he had ever encountered.
Kong Erhu even had an illusion.
Perhaps only the mighty Buddha of Provincial City, revered and feared by all, could suppress this man.
The total valuation of Junhao Casino was over 30 million.
Moreover, this territory was of great significance to Kong Erhu's group, practically serving as the group's headquarters.
To gain half the shares of Junhao Casino meant not just overnight wealth.
It also meant, even the lowest-ranking thugs could secure an important position within Kong Erhu's group.
The temptation of power and money made each thug's eyes turn red and their breathing heavy.
Their wolf-like eyes burned intensely as they fixed their gaze on Yang Fei.
Yang Fei smiled faintly, his wrist flicked.
A flush, seven cards in total, were held between his fingers like a fan.
"Anyone who doesn't value their life, come and try?"
Yang Fei didn't even give the horde of thugs a glance, his eyes casually drifting to his left hand.
In his hand was a card, and a card could kill.
However, as they say, great rewards motivate brave deeds.
About a dozen thugs slowly circled around Yang Fei.
They had discarded their Swing Sticks and now brandished gleaming Daggers in their hands.
Under the light, the daggers shimmered with a chilling coldness.
It was clear that these men had murder on their minds.
All the customers were frozen on the spot, neither daring to leave nor to make a sound, like a collection of woodcarvings and clay sculptures.
"Go!"
A dozen thugs exchanged mutually understanding glances and, when they were less than three meters from Yang Fei, one of them growled softly.
His body sprang forward, his dagger flashing coldly.
At the same time, the rest of the thugs followed close behind.
Together, they charged towards Yang Fei.
Chiang...
Amidst the sharp sound of slicing through the air, akin to the clash of metal, Yang Fei made his move.