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The group exchanged glances and finally understood what Xu Lang meant.
The Yakuza did it on purpose; they wanted to force Tung Sing to make the first move, and then use that as a reason to overturn the table!
Xu Lang smiled, flicked the ash into the ashtray, and said in a calm voice.
"If they want to play, then let them play first!"
He narrowed his eyes, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Let's see how long they can hold out!"
—
the other side.
Standing on the top floor of the hotel, overlooking the night view of Hong Kong Island, Tojoyama held a photograph in his hand.
The person in the photo is Xu Lang.
Behind him stood several men dressed in black ninja outfits, their faces half-masked, their eyes cold, and their bodies devoid of any extra aura, as if they had completely blended into the darkness.
They are the most elite ninja assassin group of the Yamaguchi-gumi.
Tojo Yamashita slowly turned around, looking at them with a hint of excitement and madness in his eyes.
"You have only one goal!"
He threw the photo on the table, a cold smile playing on his lips.
"Xu Lang, kill him!"
The ninjas nodded slightly, said nothing more, and then silently disappeared into the darkness.
What they didn't know was—
Besides a group of top-notch warriors, Xu Lang also has a force even more terrifying than ninjas.
—Alpha Special Forces!
This killing machine, honed on the battlefield, is secretly waiting for its prey to come to them.
Time flies.
Several dark figures moved nimbly between the tall buildings, their movements light and silent. They were like ghosts in the night, and each time they landed, they didn't even disturb the dust on the ground.
The most elite ninja assassins of the Yamaguchi-gumi have been dispatched.
Their goal was clear: Xu Lang, the leader of Dongxing.
But they didn't know that they were not hunters, but prey.
—
Late at night, at one of Tung Sing's strongholds, a secluded clubhouse.
The entire clubhouse was brightly lit, but the entrance was completely deserted...
Several ninjas landed silently on the rooftop, exchanged glances, their eyes cold and indifferent, gripping their black daggers tightly, which gleamed with a chilling light.
They didn't exchange many words; they were all highly professional assassins who knew their mission—to silently eliminate their targets without leaving a trace.
However, just as they were about to take action, a faint "beep" sound suddenly came from the air.
"boom!"
An infrared-sensing micro-mine exploded instantly beneath their feet. The shockwave sent one of the ninjas flying, crashing heavily into the wall. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, a sweet taste in his throat, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Before he could react, a deep and cold voice reached his ears.
"Target locked on 4.0!"
"Oh!"
A sniper bullet pierced his forehead precisely from hundreds of meters away. Blood bloomed in the darkness. His body stiffened for a moment before he fell straight down.
The other ninjas' expressions changed instantly.
"There's an ambush!"
But it's too late.
In the darkness, infrared sights silently lit up, all locking onto the bodies of these ninjas.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
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Several gunshots rang out almost simultaneously, the bullets hitting their vitals with perfect accuracy. They didn't even have a chance to react before the ninjas fell to the ground, their blood splattering everywhere.
The last ninja tried to escape, flipping over to leap onto the roof, but just as he jumped, a dark shadow was already a step ahead of him, darting through the air.
"Crack!"
A dagger slit his throat, blood gushing from the wound. His eyes widened, and he clutched his neck, trying to make a sound, but only the gurgling of blood bubbles bursting came from his throat.
His body crashed heavily to the ground, twitched a few times, and then fell completely silent.
Several dark figures emerged from the shadows. The 15-year-old was tall and wore black tactical gear with the Dongxing insignia on his shoulder. He held a modified M4A1 assault rifle in his hand, and his gaze was cold and ruthless.
These people are not ordinary gang members; they are Alpha Special Forces!
One of them picked up the communicator and whispered:
"Target cleared, operation complete!"
—
Xu Lang was not here at that moment.
He sat leisurely in a chair in a basement, holding a glass of red wine, his expression calm, his gaze fixed on the several people tied to the chair.
These people were the gang leaders who had previously joined the Yamaguchi-gumi.
Deng Tianbao, Su Wenhao, Wang Zhiwei... they were all tied up tightly, with strips of cloth stuffed in their mouths, their eyes filled with fear and despair.
Xu Lang swirled his wine glass and slowly began to speak.
"You guys are so naive!"
He raised his eyelids, glanced at them, and a slight, mocking smile appeared on his lips.
"You guys couldn't wait to defect as soon as Tojo Yamashita arrived in Hong Kong? You think Tung Sing is finished? You think I, Xu Lang, am doomed?"
He sighed softly, his voice lazy and tinged with mockery.
"How ridiculous!"
Deng Tianbao struggled desperately, his eyes filled with fear, and he made "woo-woo" sounds as if he wanted to speak.
Xu Lang glanced at him, waved his hand, and He Xigui stepped forward and casually pulled the gag out of his mouth.
Deng Tianbao gasped for breath, his face pale and his voice trembling.
"Brother Lang... I... I didn't mean it! I was forced! Really! They... they said they would kill me if I didn't agree!"
"They also said that you're crippled and won't fight anymore! I... I really didn't mean to!"
Xu Lang laughed, a light, airy laugh, but his eyes were so cold they sent chills down your spine.
"Oh? I'm useless?"
Deng Tianbao's face turned even paler, and his whole body trembled.
Xu Lang slowly got up, walked to him, looked down at him, and his eyes were frighteningly calm.
"So now, do you think I'm useless?"
Deng Tianbao's body trembled violently, his eyes were filled with terror, and his lips trembled, unable to utter a word.
Xu Lang stared at him for a few seconds, then slowly stepped back, sat back down in his chair, picked up glass 397, and took a small sip.
Then, he spoke calmly.
"Since you're all so afraid of dying, I'll give you a chance!"
He put down his wine glass, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his voice calm and devoid of any emotion.
"You have one last chance!"
"Tell me, Tojoyama branch, what will you do next!"
"If your answers satisfy me, perhaps I can consider... letting you live!"
The entire basement suddenly became eerily quiet.
The bound men were all trembling violently, their faces filled with despair and fear.
They knew that if they didn't speak up, they would surely die.
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But if they tell, the Yamaguchi-gumi will definitely not let them off the hook...
They had nowhere to retreat.
Xu Lang leaned back in his chair, his eyes slightly narrowed, a faint smile on his lips, quietly watching them struggle, like a cat watching a group of mice cornered.
The several gang leaders, who were tied up, were pale-faced, trembling, and their eyes were filled with deep fear.
They never imagined that one day they would fall into Xu Lang's hands.
They were not unaware of Tung Sing's formidable reputation, but over the past year, rumors had been circulating in Hong Kong that Tsui Long was trying to whitewash his image, and that Tung Sing would not act rashly again.
They believed it.
Only now do I realize that I made a fatal mistake.
Xu Lang's gaze was indifferent, his fingers lightly tapping the table, his voice languid.
"I'll count to three!"
"If no one speaks up yet!"
"Then there's no need to say anything more!"
He smiled slightly, his eyes indifferent.
"Because... the dead can't talk!"