Chapter 46

Chapter 47: Severed Hand

The remnants of the Qing Gang tightened their formation, fear clearly visible on their faces.

This Zhao Heng was truly terrifying and domineering. Nearly a hundred combatants were beaten to the ground by him. What kind of ferocity was this? In the past, he had not taken the historical tales of Guan Yu's crossing five passes and slaying six generals seriously, thinking it was pure exaggeration. Now, he realized he was just a frog at the bottom of a well.

Taking the enemy's head in a million-strong army was not a myth at all.

The black-clad woman swallowed several times, her expression changing from playful to serious. She quickly sent a message to Ye Shishi: Zhao Heng not only survived the bar but also left after taking down over a hundred gang members. Such a talent was a once-in-a-century find. The First Floor must recruit him; the benefits far outweigh the risks.

Fei Hu's body stiffened: "Y-You, we are the Qing Gang, the Qing Gang!"

Zhao Heng had already walked up to Fei Hu and his group. The other gang members rushed forward to象征性地 fight a few rounds and then fell to the ground, whether genuinely unconscious or pretending, but the scene quickly left only four standing: Zhao Heng, Fei Hu, Duyan Biao, and the black-clad woman. Zhao Heng wiped the blood from his machete and pointed it at the two men arrogantly:

"Last time I let you go, making you think I was easy to bully."

Zhao Heng flicked the blood off his fingers and smiled faintly:

"This time, I'll be ruthless to show you that revenge against me comes at a cost."

"Son, don't push it too far—"

Before Fei Hu could utter a line, *slap!* Zhao Heng swung his machete, the back of the blade directly knocking Fei Hu to the ground. He then walked over and stepped on Fei Hu's head, pressing it to the ground: "If I weren't capable, I would have been chopped into mincemeat tonight. I've made an enemy of the Qing Gang."

"Since the mask is off, why should I fear crushing you completely?"

*Pfft!*

As Zhao Heng swung his machete, the black-clad woman's heart trembled, and a gush of blood spurted out. Fei Hu let out a piercing scream as his left wrist was severed by Zhao Heng, the hand flying several meters and leaving a trail of blood, a sight that was truly shocking. Fei Hu howled and tried to move but was pinned down by Zhao Heng.

Seeing this bloody scene, Duyan Biao and the others were frozen with fear.

The black-clad woman's lips twitched, deeply shaken by Zhao Heng's ruthlessness.

"You scream, you scream, the louder you scream, the more excited I get."

Zhao Heng dragged his machete over Fei Hu's wound. For those who wanted his life, neither he nor Lu Meng would show mercy.

Fei Hu's howl instantly stopped, fearing another stab from Zhao Heng.

*Bang!*

Zhao Heng kicked Fei Hu away and then pointed his machete at Duyan Biao, smiling coldly: "I didn't expect to keep provoking Qing Gang scum. Fine, I'll offend you completely. You'll leave one hand behind and then go back and tell your master not to provoke me or the Song family again."

"That property belongs to my brother, and Zhang Ningyan had better scram."

Zhao Heng sneered: "Otherwise, I'll fight the Qing Gang to the death!"

"Three thousand disciples, and I, Zhao Heng, will give them three thousand graves."

"You—"

As Duyan Biao tried to say something, Zhao Heng already swung his machete. The former's right hand ached, and he saw his wrist fall off, the wound spewing blood. Duyan Biao let out a scream and fell to the ground with his wheelchair, thrashing and rolling. The other gang members were all chilled to the bone.

"Each of you leaves one hand behind."

Zhao Heng drove his machete into the ground, his voice stern: "Those who resist will be killed without mercy!"

He used this severity to cut off the Qing Gang members' will to fight to the death.

His voice was gentle and calm, but at that moment, Zhao Heng was like a devil, the ferocious aura emanating from him making even the warm night breeze feel icy. No one dared to question his words, and no one dared to resist. All the conscious Qing Gang members looked desperate, knowing they had lost tonight.

Half an hour later, Zhao Siqing, moved by Zhao Heng's mockery and conscience, disregarded the obstacles and led over a dozen confidants into the bar. She was shocked by the scene inside, and her two female companions vomited on the spot. Inside, there was no Zhao Heng who had been killed, only a hundred unconscious Qing Gang members. The most shocking sight was:

The stage was scattered with over a hundred severed hands.

The severed hands were arranged to form a word: Heng!

Zhao Siqing was drenched in cold sweat: "Zhao Heng, you demon!"

She gritted her teeth: "I will bring you to justice!"

At almost the same time, Ye Shishi looked at the photos the black-clad woman had brought back. Her usually calm face showed a hint of seriousness. Her long fingers swiped on her phone, and the severed hands were clearly visible. She ignored the blood: "This guy is truly captivating, with a heart as kind as Buddha and as evil as a demon."

"Zhang Xiaolin probably never expected to kick a steel plate this time."

She seemed pleased: "Losing a hundred men, Zhang Xiaolin will be depressed for ten to fifteen days."

"Sister Shishi, what do we do now?"

The black-clad woman asked in a low voice: "This guy is a talent."

Ye Shishi's lips curled into a seductive smile as she tossed her phone back to the black-clad woman: "What is most lacking today? Talent! If we can bring Zhao Heng into the First Floor, our influence will rise to a new level, and the Qing Gang, which has always been in secret conflict with us, will be no match. So we must do everything to keep him."

She smiled faintly: "Of course, as you said, bringing Zhao Heng in comes with risks. His actions tonight have already made the Qing Gang want his life, and Old Zhang will definitely try to kill him. If we protect him, we will also be blamed, and the hidden conflicts may escalate, leading to a fierce battle between the two sides."

"Du Tianxiong will definitely intervene."

The black-clad woman nodded lightly and sighed: "Yes, the three major figures in Huahai—Du Tianxiong, Zhang Xiaolin, and Ye Shishi—may have disputes in secret, but they still unite on the surface to prevent the four major families from taking advantage. If we break ties with the Qing Gang for Zhao Heng..."

"Du Tianxiong will definitely mediate and might even kill Zhao Heng to resolve the issue."

Ye Shishi seemed to have considered this already, crossing her legs to show a hint of charm: "To maintain the stability of Huahai, Du Tianxiong killing Zhao Heng and reprimanding me is not surprising. However, fortune lies in taking risks. The First Floor has been unable to develop under the suppression of the Du family and the constraints of the Qing Gang for years."

"Three years ago, one year ago, and even ten years from now, it will be the same."

Ye Shishi smiled, her charm like a fox: "A predictable future is too dull. What's the difference between such a life and a dried fish? Since Zhao Heng has appeared, let's take some action. If we lose, the First Floor will lose at most a third of its power, and Du Tianxiong and Old Zhang won't kill me."

"If we win, the First Floor will break through its bottleneck, and the future will be bright."

The black-clad woman nodded: "Understood, but Zhao Heng refused me."

"It doesn't matter."

Ye Shishi maintained her charm, tapping the chair beside her: "At the time, he was confident he could defeat a hundred men, and you had a condescending tone. How could he agree to join the First Floor? If he had hidden behind you for protection, I would have looked down on him from the bottom of my heart."

Ye Shishi's breath was like a breeze, making the car fragrant: "To win over someone like Zhao Heng, we must quietly help him and solve his problems. By the time he realizes it, he will be unable to repay us. For example, secretly protecting Qiao Song and Song Qing, as the Qing Gang might resort to underhanded tactics after being thwarted by Zhao Heng."

"The more favors we do, the easier it will be to win over Zhao Heng."

The black-clad woman smiled: "Sister Shishi, you are wise." Then she remembered something and her voice lowered: "Sister Shishi, I have one more thing to report. When I approached the bar, I detected two unrelated groups also watching inside. I don't know who was secretly paying attention to Zhao Heng and his group."

Without pausing, she explained: "Due to the urgency of the situation, I didn't have time to investigate. After I led Qiao Yuncai and Song Qingguan out, the other group had already vanished without a trace. However, I can confirm that someone was hiding in the dark, and their cultivation was no less than mine."

Ye Shishi raised an eyebrow: "More people involved? Have them investigate thoroughly."

The black-clad woman nodded slightly: "Understood!"

"Pass the word, Zhao Heng is my friend!"

Ye Shishi waved her finger: "The First Floor must not be impolite."

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