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Chapter 753 - 308: A Man Dies, His Balls Face Heaven; If Not, He Lives for Ages!

The confidant woke up as if from a dream, crawling and stumbling toward the telephone, fingers trembling as he began dialing.

Wang Biao’s chest heaved violently, forcibly suppressing the surging rage and fear. His bloodshot single eye scanned the remaining people, speaking so fast it was like a machine gun, "Akun! You take people and guard the two staircases to the death! Agui! Take the remaining brothers, spread out to the fourth, seventh, ninth floors, wear them down floor by floor! Buy time! Wait for the Iron Claw Association’s reinforcements! Do you all understand?!"

"Yes! Brother Biao!"

The few highlighted individuals responded immediately, leading their subordinates out of the office in haste.

The office was almost half-empty in an instant.

Only Wang Biao and a sturdy man with a scar on his face, exuding a steady aura, were left.

The Vice Gang Leader of the Blood Wolf Gang.

The same Martial Saint Initial Realm, Scar Wolf.

"Scar!" Wang Biao lowered his voice, speaking quickly with a hint of madness in his eye, "This is hanging by a thread here at the headquarters! Expecting the Iron Claw Association is too late! The only chance for a comeback now is to find a way to bring people over from Phantom!"

"They’ve got hard-hitters over there! As long as they can return to support in time, we might be able to bag Lei Meng together from inside and out!"

Scar Wolf’s eyes narrowed, obviously aware of the deep waters behind Phantom Nightclub, and nodded immediately, "Understood! Brother Biao!"

"You!"

Wang Biao slammed Scar Wolf’s shoulder heavily, the single eye showing a desperate ferocity, "Hold this top floor for me! Even if it means to your death, hold them! Buy me time! I’ll personally go to Phantom to get reinforcements!"

"Yes!"

Scar Wolf straightened his back abruptly, scar twitching on his face, revealing a menacing grimace of a desperado, "Don’t worry, Brother Biao! As long as I live, the building stands!"

Wang Biao stopped wasting words and yanked open an unassuming storage room on the side of the office.

Inside was hidden an elevator that went directly to the underground parking lot.

He slipped inside, and the elevator door quickly closed.

And at the base of the Blood Wolf Gang headquarters building.

The streets, once chaotic and noisy due to people fleeing, were now shrouded in a more lethal silence.

The last few panic-stricken civilians disappeared into the depths of the alley, rolling and crawling away.

Lei Meng, Su Qiang, Chu Kuanglan, Su Wanqing, Lu Jiuyuan, Lin Yu, Qi Feng...

The top fighting force of the Cyan Dragon Gang lined up, standing in front of the building’s main entrance.

Lei Meng looked at the building representing the power core of the Blood Wolf Gang in front of him, a surge of unprecedented heroic spirit pouring out.

He swiftly pulled out the large machete strapped to his back.

The gleaming blade sliced a blinding chill through the gray sky.

Pointing straight at the sealed glass revolving door of the building!

"Brothers——" Lei Meng’s roar was like a roaring tiger, instantly tearing through the deathly silence!

"Charge!!! Capture the Blood Wolf Gang——!!!"

"Kill——!!!"

The roar echoed to the heavens.

Dozens of Tier Two elites behind him charged like unleashed tigers, wrapped in the raging Qi and Blood Power, crashing into the building.

The tempered glass revolving door shattered like a fragile eggshell under the assault of several mighty forces.

Crystalline shards scattered like a torrential rain!

Lei Meng was the first to leap, his tall and sturdy figure breaking through the rain of glass shards and entering the lobby.

Su Qiang followed closely, the intense aura of his Martial Saint Middle Realm burst forth.

Instantly locking onto the Blood Wolf Gang fighters who surged out from every corner of the lobby in panic!

Reinforced glass crumpled like paper under the massive force of a Martial Saint.

Crystalline shards burst open like a deadly firework in the moonlight.

The bloody battle, at the headquarters.

Officially began!

Almost simultaneously.

In the shadowy back alley of the Nightingale Nightclub at the edge of Gray Rock District.

Qi Hao and two others slid back to Fang Qingyu silently, like night birds returning to their nests.

"Qingzi, it’s done. We invited seven or eight households upstairs and downstairs, along with the two old men watching the store, to leave."

Qi Hao reported in a low voice, breathing steadily.

Fang Qingyu nodded.

His gaze returned to the closed nightclub door.

The neon sign of the nightclub continued to flicker.

Fang Qingyu hesitated no longer, lifted his foot, and strode forward.

In a few steps, he crossed the filthy alley ground, standing before the tightly closed door of the nightclub.

Jiang Wei and Wei Banmeng followed closely, their presence silently locking onto the front.

Qi Hao, Old Qin, and Old Lv spread out in tacit understanding, vigilantly watching the movements on both sides and behind.

Just as Fang Qingyu was three steps away from the door.

In an inconspicuous corner above the door, a surveillance camera disguised as a decoration suddenly lit up with a weak red light.

Immediately, a voice abruptly echoed in the silent back alley:

"Warning! Private area, non-operating hours! Cease approach immediately! Otherwise, suffer the consequences——!"

The word "consequences" still echoed in the air.

Fang Qingyu’s right foot had already violently kicked against the seemingly solid wooden door.

Bang...

Crack, boom!!!

The dull boom was like the roar of a cannon.

The entire door and its sturdy frame, under Fang Qingyu’s foot imbued with terrifying power, exploded inward like building blocks hit by a massive hammer.

Shards of splintered wood and metal components shot into the deep darkness inside like a torrential rain.

A rush of air mixed with cheap perfume, alcohol, and tobacco gusted out from the broken doorway, blowing Fang Qingyu’s hair off his forehead.

"Go."

The five people behind followed silently, their steps steady.

The door opened.

Inside was pitch black, hands couldn’t be seen in front of one’s face. There were no panicked screams or rushing thugs as expected, only deathly silence and suffocating darkness.

"Something’s not right."

Lv Chen frowned, speaking softly.

Old Qin also tightened his grip on his weapon, scanning the surroundings warily.