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Chapter 755 - 309: Scar Wolf, Nightclub Basement!

Blood Wolf Gang Headquarters.

The thirteen-story building had turned into a purgatory and chaotic scene.

From the first-floor lobby to the twelfth-floor corridor.

The air was thick with an inescapable stench of blood.

Lei Meng’s burly body was like a humanoid war chariot, leading the charge.

The broad-backed machete in his hand cut through the air with a shrill whistle and the muffled sound of shattering bones with every swing.

Where the blade light reached.

The fierce thugs of the Blood Wolf Gang fell like straw, their severed limbs and the crimson blood spray painting the walls and floors, leaving shocking graffiti.

"Those who block me will die—!"

Lei Meng roared, his voice resounding like thunder, causing the ceiling to quiver and dust to fall.

He cleaved a Tier Two Martial Artist, who tried to attack from the side, along with his weapon, sending them flying.

However.

What truly terrified the remaining members of the Blood Wolf Gang was Su Qiang, who followed like a silent boulder.

And the dozens of fierce, cold-eyed Su Family elites!

Su Qiang.

Unleashed his Martial Saint Middle Realm cultivation without reservation.

The imposing Qi Blood smoke, though not deliberately unleashed to impact.

Was like an invisible heavy hammer, pressing heavily on every member of the Blood Wolf Gang’s heart.

His movements seemed unhurried.

Even carried a leisurely grace like a walk in the park.

But each strike was precise and deadly, without any unnecessary flourish.

A Tier Two Peak Blood Wolf Gang leader, confident in his strength, roared as he drove his Qi Blood, his fists wrapped in a pale golden gale, like two heavy hammers smashing towards Su Qiang’s temples.

This was his signature move, the Mountain Splitting Hammer.

It had once crushed the skulls of opponents of the same level.

Su Qiang didn’t even lift his eyelids, casually raising his left hand.

His five fingers spread, gently catching, guiding, and pressing against the fists that could split tablets and stones.

"Crack! Crack!"

The chilling sound of cracking bones exploded clearly.

The leader’s fierce expression froze instantly, transforming into extreme pain and disbelief.

His proud fists, along with his wrists and forearms, under Su Qiang’s seemingly nonchalant movement, felt like they were crushed by a ten-thousand-ton hydraulic press.

Instantly twisting and deforming, suffering from compound fractures.

Absolute suppression.

Absolute efficiency.

In front of Su Qiang, with his rich experience and overwhelming strength as a Martial Saint, a Tier Two Peak was merely a one-hit enemy.

However, as a member of Yan Lin’s squad.

Su Qiang’s strength within the same tier was naturally unquestionable.

In comparison.

The people behind were equally monstrous.

Chu Kuanglan, like a rampaging giant bear, wielded a giant sword as large as a door plank like a windmill, each sweep bringing a storm of blood and gore.

The fiery red Qi Blood around him blazed like flames.

With a wild and domineering drive.

Three Tier Two Martial Artists of the Blood Wolf Gang attempted to form a formation to block, intertwining blade and sword shadows into a net.

"Break for me—!"

Chu Kuanglan’s eyes shone with fierce light, not dodging or avoiding, his giant sword crashed down with mountain-splitting force.

Clang! Squish!

Among the shrill sound of metal clashing, two long knives snapped abruptly.

The giant sword’s momentum did not decrease, fiercely striking the shoulder of the martial artist in the middle.

The terrifying force instantly shattered his Protective Qi Blood, splitting half his body and arm apart, splattering blood and viscera onto the faces of the two beside him.

The two were drenched in the bloody scene and hot blood of their companion, their souls scattering, their movements faltering.

Chu Kuanglan seized the opening, the giant sword whirling like swatting flies, sweeping horizontally across!

Bang! Bang!

Two muffled sounds, and the two were slapped away like broken sacks.

Lin Yu and Qi Feng led the members of the Dawn Squad.

Like the most precise killing machine.

They cooperated seamlessly, in groups of three, offensive and defensive.

The Blood Wolf Gang’s remaining resistance.

In the face of this advancing force like an iron torrent, was as fragile as paper.

Fear spread like a plague among the survivors.

"I surrender! I surrender!"

"Don’t kill me! I was forced into this!"

"Spare me, noble lords of the Cyan Dragon Gang!"

Crying and begging voices rose one after another.

One after another, the Blood Wolf Gang members dropped their weapons, kneeling on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

Their eyes filled with fear of death and awe for the deadly gods before them.

Lei Meng looked at the prisoners kneeling before him.

There was not a trace of victory happiness on his face, only a cold and murderous intent.

He waved his hand, his voice like cold iron: "Tie them up! Watch them closely! Any sign of rebellion, kill without mercy!"

Members of the Cyan Dragon Gang immediately stepped forward.

Taking out the ropes they had prepared beforehand, they began to bind the prisoners.

The internal battle of the building, from eruption to near conclusion, took less than twenty minutes.

When Lei Meng and the core combat power stepped onto the final staircase leading to the top floor.

Behind them was a desolate silence.

The top floor.

The Blood Wolf Gang leader Wang Biao’s office door was tightly closed.

Chu Kuanglan stepped forward, about to kick the door open.

"Wait."

Lei Meng reached out to stop him.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and then violently pushed open the door!

The office was in chaos.

Papers scattered on the floor, an expensive mahogany desk overturned, shards of an ashtray glinting sharply.

The air retained the mixed scent of cigars and some poor-quality perfume.

However, in the vast office, there was only one person.

A man with a lean, sinewy build and a hideous scar on his face.

He stood quietly before the large floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the chaotic street scene of Gray Rock District.

A uniquely shaped curved blade was tightly gripped in his hand, its blade reflecting an eerie, cold light.