Speaking of the Black-tiger Gang in Ninghai 30 years ago, the old locals might still remember it vividly. It was a powerful gang that could compete with the Axe Gang.
The leader of the Black-tiger Gang was named Kuang Minghu, who was Kuang Kaiyi's father. Kuang Minghu and the deputy leader, Li Zimo, came from the same village and were childhood friends who grew up together. The two came to Ninghai to work, but they were bullied in every possible way. In the end, they were forced to gather a group of brothers who worked hard and created the Black-tiger Gang to unite and not let anyone bully them.
The two of them were as close as brothers. They even married the two sisters and became brothers-in-law. They worked together to bring the Black Tiger Gang to greater heights. However, just as the Black Tiger Gang was becoming more and more prosperous, they were completely annihilated on a dark and windy night. The Black Tiger Gang vanished into thin air and became a thing of the past!
Kuang Kaiyi and his cousin Li Qingren, who was also the Third Minister of Offerings, liked to play with spears and sticks since childhood. It happened that they went out to learn martial arts together, so they were lucky to escape.
When the two brothers came back three years later, they learned that the two families had been destroyed. After several years of investigation, they found out that it was all done by Wang Qianye.
If they could not defeat Mo Xie, and Mo Xie had always protected Wang Qianye like a shadow, they would not have endured hardships for so many years and become Ministers of the Axe Gang.
Now Wang Qianye was about to die in the hands of his own son, but this revenge was far from enough. They had to see the destruction of the Axe Gang with their own eyes to relieve the hatred in their hearts.
"Not enough, not enough. I want Wang Qianye, the old bastard, to die without descendants. And Mo Xie, he is also an accomplice. If he had not protected Wang Qianye, Wang Qianye would have been killed by us long ago. So, he must die."
Kuang Kaiyi looked ferocious, gritted his teeth and said with resentment in his eyes.
"But … Mo Xie is a master in the Master Realm. We can't defeat him even if we fight together!"
Li Qingren felt that his cousin had lived in hatred for so many years, which had distorted his temperament. Mo Xie followed Wang Qianye to repay his kindness and did not participate in the massacre of the family that year. Killing him seemed to be beyond the scope of revenge. What was more, they were not Mo Xie's opponents at all.
"Qing Ren, don't worry about it. I have a way to kill Mo Xie!"
Kuang Kaiyi knew that Li Qingren was different from him. Li Qingren had always advocated only killing the ringleader and had a merciful heart. But Kuang Kaiyi was not satisfied. Not only did he want revenge, but he also wanted to destroy the Axe Gang and rebuild the Black-tiger Gang.
"His strength is there. What can he do?"
Li Qingren frowned and asked worriedly.
"We can't get rid of him, but someone else can. You just need to listen to my arrangements. We will rebuild the Black Tiger Gang and call the wind and summon the rain in the underground world. From then on, we will live a life of luxury."
Kuang Kaiyi's eyes flickered with excitement as he spoke confidently.
Li Qingren's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly felt that his cousin, whom he had relied on for decades, looked so unfamiliar at this moment.
Initially, they had agreed that after taking revenge, they would find a deep mountain forest to focus on martial arts, and from then on, they would not concern themselves with the affairs of the world. But now, his cousin's ambition was gradually exposed, causing him to feel a sense of helplessness.
"Perhaps it was because he was stuck at the peak of Transforming Energy for so many years that he couldn't break through that his state of mind changed and he lost the heart of martial arts." Li Qingren sighed and thought so.
"Gang Leader, Vice Gang Leader Hong wants to see you!"
In front of the villa, the four King Kongs stood at the door like door gods, stopping Hong Junyang and his bodyguards who looked calm. San Jinggang entered the villa and reported to Wang Qianye!
Wang Qianye, who was lying on the sofa, looked sallow. He had long lost his former majesty. After hearing the report, he stood up weakly and coughed twice. "Junyang came just in time. I have something to tell him. Ask him to come to the study to see me!"
"Yes, Gang Leader!"
San Jinggang responded respectfully and went to the door to invite Hong Junyang to the study!
Hong Junyang inconspicuously signaled the four bodyguards and said in a low voice, "You wait for me here. I will go to see the old master!"
"Yes!"
After Hong Junyang went in, the four bodyguards took out cigarettes for the four King Kongs with flattering faces. They also took out lighters to light the cigarettes for them. "Big brother, smoke!"
The four King Kongs were loyal to Wang Qianye. Although they had superior martial arts, they were not very smart. Seeing that they were all brothers, they didn't take any precautions. They took the cigarettes and lit them with lighters, chatting idly.
After a while, the four King Kongs felt dizzy and weak. Suddenly, they felt pain in their chests. Then, they were shocked to find that the four bodyguards, who were flattering just now, now looked ferocious and pierced their hearts with a dagger.
"You … Gang Leader, be careful … oh!"
The vitality of the four King Kongs seemed to be a little stronger. Seeing his three brothers die with grievances, he still had the strength to shout sadly, wanting to remind Wang Qianye to be careful of Hong Junyang. But before he finished shouting, his mouth was covered by the bodyguard who assassinated him. The bodyguard took out a dagger and stabbed him several times in a row. Then, everything went black and he completely lost consciousness.
"Phew, damn it, it scared me to death. Gang Leader Hong has a way. If I hadn't come up with the method of drugging these guys, it would not have been easy to kill them."
The bodyguard who stabbed the four King Kongs to death took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and stuffed it into his mouth. But after a long time, he still couldn't light it. It was his accomplice next to him who lit a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth. "Okay, hurry up and get to work. I don't know if this guy's shout has alerted the surrounding bodyguards. If something goes wrong, we will all be finished."
Hong Junyang knew Wang Qianye very well. He knew that he was suspicious by nature and was on guard against assassination every day. Therefore, even his brothers could not get close to him without his permission.
As a result, only the four King Kongs were responsible for his safety in this villa. Therefore, as long as he succeeded in killing the four King Kongs, Taji could do whatever he wanted in this villa.
"Did you hear that? It seemed to be Tiger's voice just now. "
Wang Qianye sat at the desk and watched Hong Junyang report his recent achievements with a respectful face. He seemed to vaguely hear the shout of the four King Kongs. He could not help but frown slightly and ask strangely.
"No, I didn't hear any sound."
Hong Junyang looked confused, but in fact, his heart was beating like thunder. He secretly cursed these guys for not accomplishing anything and only spoiling things. They had drugged the four King Kongs who were defenseless, but they still could make them make a sound.
"Really?"
Wang Qianye narrowed his turbid old eyes, and an invisible majesty filled the air. He stared at Hong Junyang with cold and ruthless eyes.
Although Hong Junyang felt that Wang Qianye did not have many days to live and had no room to resist as long as he took action, the majesty that Wang Qianye had built up over the years had already formed a shadow in his heart.
Wang Qianye's questioning words scared him so much that his legs trembled and his face became extremely unnatural. He avoided his eyes and dared not look at him, and fine beads of sweat seeped out of his forehead.
"Alas!"
Wang Qianye was old and shrewd. Connecting Tiger's voice just now and Hong Junyang's guilty expression, how could he not know that Hong Junyang was going to take action, which made him feel both gratified and sad.
An ambitious and ruthless man would eventually come to an end. He did not have many days to live, so he did not care about dying a few days earlier or a few days later. To be honest, he had been waiting for Hong Junyang to take action. This was his last test for him.
If Hong Junyang did not even have the courage to usurp the throne, he would not be able to bear the heavy responsibility of the leader of the Axe Gang. Therefore, at this moment, the gratification in his heart was greater than the sadness.
"Junyang, come with me. I want to show you something!"
Wang Qianye stood up and walked to the bookshelf next to him while trembling. He took out a book from the bookshelf and wanted to show Hong Junyang something in it.
"Old thing, go to hell!"
"Puff!"
With a trembling roar, Wang Qianye let out a muffled groan. He looked down in astonishment and saw a sharp folding knife piercing his heart. He turned around with difficulty and looked at Hong Junyang, who had a ferocious face. His eyes were full of indescribable complexity. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but blood kept flowing out of the corners of his mouth. Everything went black in front of him, and his sinful life ended. However, his eyes were full of deep sorrow and self-mockery when he died.
He could die for Hong Junyang's promotion, but he did not want Hong Junyang to die with the name of patricide. But he did not expect that Hong Junyang did not even give him a chance to say a word about his funeral affairs. Hong Junyang could not wait to kill him. How could he die in peace?
A paternity test report showing that Wang Qianye and Hong Junyang's DNA was 99.9% mixed with a will fell weakly on Wang Qianye's body. It was half dyed red by the blood flowing out of his chest, which seemed so ironic.
"No, no, it's impossible, it's impossible … This must be fake … It's fake … Ouch …"
Hong Junyang stretched out his trembling hand and looked at the blood-stained paternity test and the will that designated him as the gang leader. With a thump, he knelt down in front of Wang Qianye, grabbed his hair in pain, and roared in grief like a wounded beast. His tears dropped into the bloodstains on the ground like pearls from a broken necklace, mixing with the blood and spreading everywhere. At this moment, it seemed that blood was thicker than water!
Was there anyone in the world who could bear the spiritual torture of patricide? The answer was affirmative — yes, there were. There were many ancient emperors who had killed their own fathers.
But those who had such psychological qualities were undoubtedly ruthless and ambitious people, and Hong Junyang obviously still had a long way to go to become such an ambitious person.
Therefore, at this moment, his soul was in pain as if it had been bitten by a poisonous snake, and his heart was filled with endless remorse. If he could wait a little longer, even just ten seconds, for Wang Qianye to take out the will and the paternity test report, he would not have committed such a heinous crime that he could never get rid of.
He was like a walking corpse whose soul had been taken away, leaving only a shell. He knelt in front of Wang Qianye's body in a daze, with his eyes glazed and empty. He had long forgotten his original purpose of coming here!
In the luxury private room of the Halliman Bath Center, Wang Zhihao was lying on the massage bed with his eyes closed, wearing only a pair of underpants, enjoying the back-massage service of a beautiful technician. Here, he didn't have to be on guard against anyone, because this was his property. If there was any trouble, his brothers would come in minutes.
Even the beautiful technician who served him was his mistress for more than three years. She was absolutely one of his people, so he was very relaxed at the moment and even a little drowsy.
Unfortunately, there was nothing absolute in this world. In his opinion, the mistress who would never betray him suddenly took out a sharp scalpel and cut his throat like cutting a chicken. Blood sprayed like flames.
Struggling to get up, Wang Zhihao's face turned red, and his left hand covered his throat that had been cut open. With anger, fear, unwillingness, confusion, and despair, he stared at his former mistress, pointing at her with his right hand and uttering the sound of "ho ho", "ho ho", "ho ho".
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