The winding mountain road was the only way to the Bailian Sheng headquarters.
At this late hour, the mountain road was deserted, with hardly any vehicles passing by.
Three vans and two dump trucks, their hazard lights flashing, sped onto the road.
As they reached the halfway point up the mountain, a thin mist shrouded the surroundings, reducing visibility to just over a hundred meters.
The five vehicles were forced to slow down.
Inside the first van.
Ah Cheng Rong, his wounds simply bandaged, and three injured confidantes sat in silence, their faces grim.
The driver, like the four men, had a very troubled expression.
According to their usual practice, after Ah Rong Sheng had brutally killed Big Mouth Ma from the Menghu Society, the follow-up work would be to take over Menghu Society's territory on Chengyue Road, besides handling the casualties.
However, he had just finished making arrangements for the wounded and fallen brothers when he received news that the headquarters was under attack.
Initially, he only knew that the headquarters had been attacked by unknown gunmen.
But upon entering the mountain road, he received the latest news: the leader Da Yong Long, the strategist Wang Shi, and three hall masters had all died in an explosion.
The news stunned Ah Cheng Rong, his three confidantes, and the driver.
No one had anticipated that in just an hour or two, the backbone of the society would be wiped out in an explosion, leaving only Cheng Rongzai.
The atmosphere inside the van was heavy.
One confidante couldn't help but ask, "Boss, the headquarters was bombed, and the leader and the strategist are all dead. Doesn't that mean our Bailian Sheng is finished!"
As soon as he spoke, another confidante glared at him, "Damn your mother! Can't you see the boss is still here? Our Bailian Sheng can't be finished!"
"So what if Da Yong Long and the others are gone? As long as Brother Rong raises the banner, everyone in Bailian Sheng will have to support Brother Rong to take the lead. We, as Brother Rong's right and left hands, will definitely be hall masters then, you imbecile."
The last confidante was very clear-sighted about the situation.
His words struck a chord with Ah Cheng Rong's deepest desires.
Indeed, it was even better that Da Yong Long and the others were gone. All he had to do was step forward, using the guise of revenge to raise his banner, and the remaining members of Bailian Sheng would all support him to ascend. Profit and fame!
Ah Cheng Rong was inwardly thrilled, but he shouted at the arguing three, "You three bastards, shut your mouths! The priority now is to find out who ambushed the headquarters, understand?"
The three immediately became aware and silenced themselves, not daring to speak further.
At this moment, the driver slammed on the brakes, and the inertia sent the van lurching forward half a meter.
Screech! Screech!
Several sharp braking sounds echoed from behind.
"Damn it! What are you doing?"
Ah Cheng Rong slapped the driver and cursed.
The driver, one hand on his head, pointed forward, "Boss, someone is blocking our way ahead!"
The four men looked forward, but before they could see clearly what was happening.
Blinding headlights suddenly illuminated the road directly in front.
The five people in the car raised their hands to shield their eyes, frowning at the dazzling lights ahead.
When they noticed the headlights slowly approaching their van.
Ah Cheng Rong immediately retrieved a cleaver from under his seat and shouted, "Damn your mother, grab your weapons, get out of the car!"
At his command, except for the driver, the three confidantes grabbed their weapons, pulled open the doors, and jumped out.
One confidante directly yelled back, "Grab your weapons, get out of the car!"
The next second, from the two vans and the two dump trucks at the rear, at least a hundred people leaped out.
Each holding a steel knife, they gathered together, their faces filled with murderous intent as they stared ahead.
Just then, the roar of engines suddenly came from behind.
Two trucks rapidly approached side by side, encircling Ah Cheng Rong and his group.
Screech!
As the arriving trucks came to a halt, the blinding headlights in front were simultaneously extinguished.
Under the dim streetlights, more than a hundred people stood in the middle of the road.
And on both the front and rear sides, there were only about twenty-odd people each, totaling fifty-three people.
Sensing that the enemy outnumbered them, the men couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
Ah Cheng Rong sneered where he stood, shouting at the top of his lungs, "You dare to block my path with so few men? You're overestimating yourselves! Where's your leader? Get out here, you bastards!"
Not a single person from the trucks in front or behind responded.
Just as the Bailian Sheng men thought their opponents were intimidated.
Suddenly, the sound of firearms being cocked echoed.
Click!
Click!
In an instant, the entire road was filled with the sound of cocking guns.
Ah Cheng Rong, who had been so arrogant and imperious moments ago, froze, his face a mask of terror.
"Open fire, keep your eyes on that punk with the tattoo on his neck!"
"Yes!"
Over fifty people unleashed a chilling aura.
The next second, the mountain road was engulfed in gunfire.
In an SUV not far away.
Duan Min sat in the car, his mind blank.
He had been curious before, wondering if mainland gangs, when clashing with enemies, would be like Hong Kong triads, arranging a meeting spot for a brawl.
But now, seeing over fifty people with firearms unleashing fire on a hundred or so men, and advancing in a highly organized march, Duan Min was completely stunned. His perception of mainland gangs was utterly shattered.
Three minutes later, the gunfire ceased.
The hundred-plus men from Bailian Sheng lay on the ground, some groaning and clutching their wounds, others already lifeless.
Another half of them had scattered into the surrounding woods the moment the gunfire erupted, fleeing for their lives.
As for Ah Cheng Rong.
He had also tried to escape in the chaos.
But these people gave him no chance to flee, suppressing him with overwhelming firepower and pinning him behind the first van.
Ah Cheng Rong was now in a pathetic state. Two bullets had grazed his arm, and one had hit his thigh. The arrogant swagger was gone.
Of his three confidantes, two were dead, and the last one was barely clinging to life.
Click! Click! Click!
Hearing footsteps approaching, Ah Cheng Rong's face turned ashen.
As he raised his head, five men wearing bandit masks and carrying firearms stopped right in front of him.
Ah Cheng Rong tried to move, but the stabbing pain from his gunshot wounds forced him back to the ground.
"Damn your mother! If you have the guts, take off your masks and let me see who you are. You're using firearms in a gang fight, breaking the rules of the streets. If this gets out, all the gangs will hunt you down!"
He yelled hysterically.
But the five men before him remained unmoved, letting out harsh, cold laughter.
One of the men casually removed his bandit mask and pointed at himself, "Little punk, do you know who I am?"
"How the hell would I know who you are, you..."
Ah Cheng Rong's mouth gaped, and looking at the man before him, he was filled with shock, "You... you... you're Xu Yuejin!"
"Heh, seems like you remember me well!"
Xu Yuejin handed the bandit mask to Xiong Hai beside him and then raised his pistol, pressing it against Ah Cheng Rong's head.
The cold chill of the gun barrel made Ah Cheng Rong shiver.
He immediately began to cry and beg for mercy, "Brother Xu, Master Xu! Please, be merciful and let me go. I was ordered by Da Yong Long to set fire to Gaoyue Film and Television. It has nothing to do with me. Master Xu, please, spare me!"
"I worked so hard to lead this expedition, and your Bailian Sheng not only extorted and plundered but also sent people to Shenzhen to arrest me, and finally burned down Gaoyue Film and Television. You think I can let you go?"
"Master Xu, I was forced into it, I..."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots echoed on the quiet road.