Northeast Tiger and a bunch of his underlings gathered together. Northeast Tiger had also heard about the fierce battle that took place last night. His office, although grand, lacked a certain masculine vitality and was missing some bright colors. Even now, in the afternoon, it still gave off a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere.

Reclining on a Taishi Chair, Northeast Tiger looked across at the dozen or so ferocious subordinates seated on the sofa. The bearded leader glanced at Northeast Tiger and said, "Mr. Hu, calling us together today must mean there's something important you want to discuss with us, right?"

Northeast Tiger glanced at everyone and said, "You've all heard about the battle between Lin Chuan's men and the Thirteen Grand Protectors last night, haven't you?"

"We've caught wind of it." The bearded man and others nodded.

"What do you make of it?" asked Northeast Tiger.

"That...," the bearded man hesitated, looked at his colleagues, then said, "What do you guys think?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Northeast Tiger smiled slightly and said, "Lin Chuan and Feng Taibao, when two tigers fight, one is bound to get hurt. Now, they've become sworn enemies. I suspect another fierce battle will break out soon, and I believe our opportunity has arrived."

"What do you mean, Mr. Hu?" The bearded man curiously looked at Mr. Hu.

"Reap the benefits of the fisherman." Northeast Tiger looked around at the group and then said, "To take control of the eastern district has been my long-cherished wish for years. Now, with the conflict between Lin Chuan and Feng Taibao, we can finally use this chance to unify the turf in the eastern district. From now on, the eastern district will be dominated solely by me, Northeast Tiger. Haha..."

"Mr. Hu is powerful!" The bearded man hurriedly shouted out loud.

"Mr. Hu is powerful!" The crowd joined in, shouting one after another.

Northeast Tiger had always been a man full of ambition. But since his success, since his business expanded, his ambition gradually became lost amid the flashy allure of the city. Now, the struggle between Lin Chuan and Feng Taibao instantly ignited the great ambition in his heart.

Playing with the jade necklace in his hand, Northeast Tiger's mouth curled up with a sinister smile.

Meanwhile, at Eight Horses Tea House.

After the recent battle, Feng Taibao had come to a profound realization of a serious mistake he had made, which was not thoroughly investigating Lin Chuan's strength. Lin Chuan's power was simply heaven-defying; even Tai Chi Sect disciples like himself couldn't match Lin Chuan. How could he possibly ask his men to confront Lin Chuan?

Feng Taibao finally understood why when he sent a warrior to deal with Lin Chuan, he still failed. The warrior, who had never missed before, had missed only when facing Lin Chuan, which showed the extraordinary strength of Lin Chuan.

"Boss Feng, although we suffered a setback this time, our strength remains unharmed," said Long Wu, looking at Feng Taibao. "Even if Lin Chuan comes, we don't need to fear them. We can definitely defeat them."

"But, Lin Chuan is not easy to defeat," Feng Taibao replied, a worried expression on his face.

The force of Lin Chuan was indeed not to be underestimated. As long as Lin Chuan was around, Feng Taibao felt a profound unease.

"Boss Feng, leave this man to me," the warrior said through clenched teeth.

"Warrior, are you confident?" Feng Taibao quickly asked.

"Although I'm not certain I can defeat him, I have a seventy percent chance of holding him up," the warrior's expression grew stern as he said, "Just delay him, and I believe everyone else can definitely handle his subordinates. In the end, if he's left alone, what can he possibly achieve?"

"That makes sense," Long Wu quickly nodded and said, "Boss Feng, the warrior makes an excellent point."

"Hmm," Feng Taibao nodded.

Though he said this, deep down Feng Taibao still harbored some worries.

.................

Three days later.

It was a dark night with high clouds, and the bright moonlight illuminated the dazzling night sky. Clouds appeared particularly heavy against the night sky. Outside the Changlin Factory, Lin Chuan was dressed in black clothing. Tonight was a sleepless night, a night meant for battle.

Soon after, Zhao Zhonghai, Zhou Kai, and others also quickly emerged from the darkness. They moved briskly, all dressed in black. Zhou Kai wore a black 361 sportswear, and Zhao Zhonghai was in a black cotton work suit. Lu Dapao had on a black shirt...

"Brother Chuan!" Zhou Kai and the others called out one by one.

"Has everyone arrived?" Lin Chuan looked at them and then took out cigarettes, handing one out to each. Lin Chuan asked, "What about the rest of the brothers?"

"They're set to meet at midnight," Zhou Kai lit a cigarette, took a drag, and then tossed his two hatchets, which were fastened to his belt, onto the ground, saying, "These things are too heavy, I'll rest them for a while to save some energy, so I can chop a few more bastards later."

"Hehe..." Lin Chuan grinned and laughed.

Before long, brothers converged from all directions, mostly emerging from inside the factory. At first glance, in the darkness, a line of twinkling fires slowly made their way towards Changlin Factory's entrance. Everyone clutched cigarettes in their mouths, with no streetlights around the factory, so all one could see were the specks of moving lights, flickering in and out of brightness...

"Brother Chuan." Everyone called out in unison.

"Everyone's here?" Lin Chuan greeted, saying, "Do a headcount."

Zhou Kai and Lu Dapao immediately got to work, intending to tally up everyone present before seriously discussing strategies against the Thirteen Grand Protectors. After the count, most were accounted for, save for a few.

"Brother Chuan, we're a few short," Zhou Kai reported.

"Has the agreed time come?" asked Lin Chuan.

"We agreed on midnight. It's two minutes to," Zhou Kai hastily checked his phone.

"Then we wait another two minutes. If they're not here by then, we leave," Lin Chuan took a drag on his cigarette. Since a time was set, they would act in accordance with the agreement. It was a matter of credit and principle. Soon, those who were missing arrived.

After everyone was accounted for, Zhou Kai and Lu Dapao did another headcount before shouting, "Brothers, get in the cars."

"Yes!" Everyone quickly piled into the two Jinbei vans parked at the entrance, along with a Jiangling light truck.

Lin Chuan was driving a military green jeep carrying six people, speeding towards the Eight Horses Tea House in the eastern side of the city.

This time, Lin Chuan had summoned only fifty people.

Though there were only fifty, Lin Chuan firmly believed that with these fifty people, they could take down the Eight Horses Tea House and capture Feng Taibao. Even if they couldn't win, these fifty people would gain significant experience. Mountain training is just one form of preparation, but real combat is where experience accumulates. A force that trains on the mountain for a lifetime only gains physical endurance and fitness; without the accumulation of combat experience, it will never become a qualified warrior.

At the entrance of Eight Horses Tea House.

More than a dozen underlings were on duty at the gate, with over a dozen already gathered at the outer metal door—the first line of defense for the Eight Horses Tea House. Feng Taibao had anticipated that Lin Chuan would take action these days, but he did not expect Lin Chuan to wage a fight to the death.

"What's this about?" One of the underlings at the gate saw the approaching headlights and immediately barked a challenge.

"Motherf***er!" A roar came through.

Then, a shadow flashed across in black.

Chop…

An axe struck the underling who had spoken, its weight amplified by the force of Zhou Kai's arm, bringing it crashing down. One blow caused a bloody mess, with blood splattering everywhere.

"Ouch…" The underling in the black suit fell clutching his head.

"Not good, Lin Chuan's men are here, Lin Chuan's men have arrived." The underlings took a proper look and immediately began screaming in terror.

Cries went up as the group became overwhelmed by fear.

That night, Lin Chuan had made an indelible impression on their minds, one they still couldn't shake off. The way Lin Chuan's Tendon Separating Bone Shifting Hand terrorized them was unbearable to witness, and to this day, they remained unaware of the exact name of this kung fu. All they knew was that Lin Chuan could painlessly displace your bones and tendons, inflicting excruciating pain.

"Not good, Lin Chuan's people are here." Hearing this, the others panicked immediately. One of them hurriedly said, "You hold them off; I'll report to Mr. Hu."

Having said that, the underling ran off.

"Damn, faster than a rabbit!" the others cursed.

At the gate, Zhou Kai and Lu Dapao, each leading a group, closed in on the entrance. Zhou Kai, twirling his hatchet in hand, sneered, "Listen up, we're all from the streets. I don't want to make this hard for you. Step aside if you know what's good for you, or don't blame me if my axe shows no courtesy."

"Uh…" The dozen men exchanged looks.

A muscular man roared, "F*** off, what the hell are you? When have we ever been afraid of you?"

Zhou Kai's expression darkened as he glanced at Lu Dapao and said, "Da Pao, what are you waiting for, go!"

Lu Dapao spat out a thick glob of phlegm, cursing, "Charge!"

Immediately after, they both led their people in a rush. The dozen guarding the gate were no match for Zhou Kai's ferocious attack. Although the disciples of the Thirteen Grand Protectors were well-trained and battle-hardened, they were no match for the overwhelming onslaught, and quickly faltered.

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