"Heh, this old man is quite interesting, daring to threaten my people." Zhang Fan stood on the second floor, watching the scene unfold. A smile played on his chiseled face.
Ailabella, Yan Qianghu, and the others saw the meaningful smile on Zhang Fan's face and couldn't help but offer a few seconds of silent prayer for the white-haired Saint.
It was his bad luck to provoke Zhang Fan.
"Master, I'll go deal with him." Lin Haotian volunteered.
Zhang Fan waved his hand and said, "This is not China, after all. Let's keep a low profile for now and let Ailabella handle it."
"Since he said he wants YiFei City to be buried with him, then beat him to death."
Zhang Fan said casually, not taking the white-haired Saint seriously at all.
That Saint might hold a high position in the Big Circle Gang, after all, he had reached the mid-Saint stage and had deep accumulations.
However, in Zhang Fan's eyes, he was no different from an ordinary Innate Grandmaster. If he were to make a move, it would only take one strike to resolve it.
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"Yes, Master." Ailabella licked her crimson lips, a flicker of inexplicable excitement in her beautiful eyes. The blood of a Saint still tempted her.
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"If he dies, you will be buried with him today!"
When the white-haired Saint uttered these words, the entire hall fell silent. Everyone held their breath, sensing that something momentous was about to happen.
This was a blatant disregard for the rules of the Mafia.
After all, even the Saint from Tijuana who intervened to save someone had done so through a transaction. This white-haired old man, however, directly issued a threat, which was indeed overbearing.
However, the strength of the Big Circle Gang and the Mafia were ultimately on the same level. It remained to be seen if the Mafia would confront the Saint of the Big Circle Gang for the sake of this young man from the Black Tiger Gang.
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"Wang Desheng is still so shameless, he can't accept losing." Garcia said indignantly.
"It's not about not accepting defeat. That Kuke is an elite disciple among the younger generation of the Big Circle Gang. Even if he's not the best, he's among the top three. He has a great chance of becoming a Saint. The Big Circle Gang naturally values him highly." The man with the mustache shook his head.
"In the end, it's because the Black Tiger Gang's background is too weak. If the Black Tiger Gang were stronger than the Big Circle Gang, even if this young man had killed Kuke on the spot, what could Wang Desheng say?"
"In this world, only the strong have the right to reason. Weakness is a sin."
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Various parties were discussing, all feeling a bit sympathetic towards the young Chinese man on the stage. Winning the match should have been a glorious matter, but it had now pushed him into an awkward predicament.
"My patience is limited. If you don't let him go within ten seconds, you will lose your last chance!" A mere Innate Grandmaster daring to talk back to him filled Wang Desheng with rage.
He had already decided that after rescuing Kuke, he would severely punish him. Even if he couldn't kill him due to face, he would cripple his cultivation.
"Ten seconds?" YiFei City shook his head and said, "You've given me too much time. I'll tell you my decision now."
After speaking, YiFei City looked in the direction of Zhang Fan and the others, exchanging glances and revealing a knowing smile.
"Crack!"
Without any hesitation, YiFei City directly snapped Kuke's neck, killing him on the spot.
Before he died, Kuke's blue eyes were filled with regret and unwillingness. He, who had been preparing to bring glory to the Big Circle Gang in this gang competition, had not lived to see that day.
"Brother Kuke!"
The members of the Big Circle Gang were all incredulous. The genius they believed would surely become a Saint had actually died on the ring.
Even the intervention of a Saint could not stop it.
The silver-haired woman's eyes turned red. "Grandpa Wang, please avenge Brother Kuke!"
In fact, there was no need for the silver-haired woman to remind him. The moment Kuke died, his eyes were instantly filled with killing intent.
"Little beast, you're looking for death!"
The mighty ice energy surged from Wang Desheng's body, and the entire hall instantly felt like an ice cave. Everyone felt a chill, as if they were frozen and unable to move.
"No wonder they say Saints are not to be offended. Just the release of energy, without any techniques, is enough to make Transcendants tremble." The four Saints responsible for protecting the scene around the ring did not dare to speak out or stop the furious Wang Desheng.
With an incomparably cold glint in his eyes, Wang Desheng threw a punch. An ice-energy condensed fist print shot out from his palm. Wherever it passed, even the air froze.
Clearly, Wang Desheng was not holding back, intending to kill YiFei City with a single punch.
"What a pity. Although he killed Kuke, he'll have to lose his life too. It's really not worth it." Seeing this, many people sighed for YiFei City.
The full-power punch of a mid-stage Saint was beyond the ability of an Innate Grandmaster to resist. Even an Invincible Grandmaster, if not skilled in defense, would likely die under such a blow.
However, to the surprise of many, facing this deadly punch, YiFei City made no move to block it. Instead, he stared at Wang Desheng with a hint of a mocking smile in his eyes.
Boom!
Just as the ice fist print was less than ten feet away from YiFei City's head, a bloody light flashed past, shattering the ice fist print.
"Who dares to stop me?" Wang Desheng's eyes deepened with a cold glint when his full-power strike was blocked.
"Old man, are you looking for death?"
Ailabella, dressed in a red long dress, descended gracefully from the second floor. She possessed an angelic face and a devilish figure. The moment she appeared, all eyes in the venue were drawn to her.
She floated onto the stage. Although she didn't exude a terrifying aura, her calm and composed demeanor, combined with her stunning beauty, made people's breaths catch.
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"Who is she?"
So young, and able to easily block Wang Desheng's full-power strike, it was enough to prove that this beautiful woman in red was also a Saint, yet few knew her identity.
"Ailabella?" Wang Desheng's pupils contracted when he saw this figure, and his expression turned somewhat grim.
While ordinary people might not know who Ailabella was, he was well aware, having witnessed her prowess during a previous gang competition when he led the younger generation of the Big Circle Gang.
A Saint under thirty, a vampire princess – any one of these identities made him extremely wary.
"Are the vampires also intervening in this matter?" Wang Desheng asked.
"It has nothing to do with the vampires," Ailabella replied, shaking her head.
"If that's the case, please step aside, young princess. We of the Big Circle Gang must kill this person!" Hearing Ailabella's words, Wang Desheng's eyes sharpened further.
If YiFei City were someone the vampires intended to protect, he truly wouldn't dare to act.
But if it were merely Ailabella intervening, he felt a degree of confidence.
Although Ailabella had astonishing talent, she was, after all, too young. Wang Desheng did not believe she was his match.
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