"That kind of dogshit, let him die!" Wen Wen raised her hand without any politeness, flipping off the night sky outside the window. The night sky was tranquil, enduring in silence, Only a lone star twinkled in anger and sorrow.

...

"Damn it, damn it!" Under the same night sky, in another office filled with the burning of cigars and swirling smoke, the attendees who had rushed over were already bulging with veins, barely restraining their rage. "Yu Cheng is dead too, Little Zhou is lying in the hospital with no legs, never to stand again in this life, those sons of bitches, I'm going to kill them all, wipe them out!"

The Chosen One with tattoos all over his face could hardly control his violent tendencies, his eyeballs bloodshot: "It's all because of that damn dog Chen Xingzhou! Why did he have to die on our doorstep, he's definitely playing us! He's screwing you over, Young Master Xing, you can't let him deceive you!"

"Enough, shut up!" A gaunt man opposite him at the table lifted his eyes, his pupils white and glaring fiercely: "Young Master Xing hasn't spoken yet, who gave you the place to fart?"

The breaths of many White Deer Chosen Ones intertwined, turning the entire office into a Demon Realm that would cause any ordinary person to faint with fear, yet only in the middle was there calm, where not a single breath dared come within three feet.

Like crazed beasts not daring to challenge the monster's authority.

Lei Yaoxing looked down, a momentary breathtakingly sharp aura emanated from him, then slowly dissipated: "This matter may not be unconnected to Chen Xingzhou, but tonight's incident... was not a performance." It had all happened right before his eyes, unexpectedly. But from beginning to end, Chen Xingzhou had never escaped his perception. That bullet, which had traveled thousands of meters to pierce the heart from behind, had gone unnoticed by him until it hit the target—meaning, if the bullet had been meant for him, he would not have been able to avoid it. And Chen Xingzhou wasn't even a Chosen One. Apart from a few negligible alchemy works, he had no support.

The bullet had destroyed his heart in an instant, toxins spreading, dissolving organs, corroding nerves, even, enough to taint the soul. Before his eyes, Chen Xingzhou collapsed in a pool of blood, rapidly losing all signs of life. Even the Chosen Ones from the Vortex System who were there for immediate rescue were of no help. He was still not out of the emergency room now. Moreover, in that instant, if Lei Yaoxing had wished, with such a close distance, he could have quietly snuffed out Chen Xingzhou's last thread of life.

The only reason he hadn't acted was to either allow him to come back to life or, at least, preserve his brain and memory for the Heart Core lineage of Chosen Ones to search and read. The White Slip Gang, who had done Chen Xingzhou's dirty work, had already been obliterated, and the remaining members started infighting as soon as Chen Xingzhou was taken to the operating room. The once leader came over to defect overnight and is now downstairs, obediently kneeling and waiting for an audience with Lei Yaoxing. The rest, only a few confidants, were now in disarray.

Everything he had ever built had vanished with his severe injury. Crumbled without being attacked. "Send someone to Jici Hospital to watch over him." Lei Yaoxing ordered emotionlessly, "If he dies, then it's all over. If he survives... make it clean. And watch his brother too, send someone to oversee it, don't act rashly."

"Young Master Xing." The elder's expression was solemn: "At this time, if we push too hard and annihilate them, I'm afraid the uncles might..."

"Even if I don't push to annihilate them, will they stand up for me?!" Lei Yaoxing was suddenly enraged, cracks appearing on the table before him: "Get it straight, there's no possibility of negotiating now, it's either them dead or us dead, is there any other choice?"

"What about the Seventh Young Master..." someone asked hesitantly.

The very Seventh who had once stood with Lei Yaoxing was now secretly starting to connect with the uncles, to examine the origins and atone for sins... Lei Yaoxing began to laugh: "Heh, what a good brother I have." Not just the Seventh, but also the Ninth, and Little Eleven. Not to mention the other bosses who were once loyal to Lei Wuye, Koushui Kun who smuggled forbidden drugs, Golden Teeth Leopard who secretly controlled all the casinos and pawnshops in Cliff City, the clean-washed guy from Ship City who thought he was on dry land...

"Then let's fight, bring it on!" Lei Yaoxing waved his hand, issuing the command to drive the beasts into frenzy, "Fight until they lose, until they yield, until they die! After all said and done, isn't the one who talks still the toughest and strongest? The ruler of Desert Market, I want them to kneel and beg me to do it!" Those unwilling to kneel, well, they can just die!

...

"Motherfucker, life's been good, huh?" Under the same nightfall, Ji Jue looked at everything before him, his previously burning fervor instantly cooling to a depth, subconsciously wanting to fist-bump Chen Yubo and take leave: "I've thought it over carefully, ill-gotten gains lead to ruin, in the end, you have to pay for what you've done. Since death is upon you, then you might as well die!"

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