Inside the Green-Red Gang headquarters, in the inner courtyard.
Howard Zuo, the gang boss, was playing Chinese chess with an elderly man in a black robe, while Deputy Mayor Jiansheng Mo of Magic City stood behind the old man, watching.
Not far away sat a wheelchair, and in it was Monica Mo, her face ruined, her limbs and meridians all crippled.
Monica Mo glanced at the two playing chess, her face flashing with impatience and annoyance. "Mom, why haven't those two bastards been brought in yet?"
Julia Yang's eyes also flashed coldly. She whispered, "Don’t worry, your master’s men have already found their trail. I’m sure they’ll be here soon."
Hearing this, a cruel glint appeared in Monica Mo’s eyes. "Tell Master I want those two bastards brought here alive. I’ll kill them myself."
"Your master knows what to do. No need for you to remind him."
In the blink of an eye, twenty minutes passed.
A member of the Green-Red Gang came in to report, "Boss, Deputy Gang Leader Zhong has brought them back."
"Have him take them to the martial arena and wait. We’ll head over in a moment." Howard Zuo waved his hand, then smiled at Huikui Yang. "Elder Yang, should we finish this game first or go now?"
"Let’s just go now, or my granddaughter will scold me for being a slow grandpa," Huikui Yang said with a chuckle.
Howard Zuo glanced over at Monica Mo and saw her face full of impatience.
Howard nodded, "Then we’ll do as Elder Yang says—let’s head straight to the martial arena."
On the Green-Red Gang’s martial arena, Ian Song stood with his hands behind his back. Next to him was a short-haired girl—Luna Shangguan.
When Luna Shangguan learned Ian Song was going to wipe out the Green-Red Gang, she made a request: she wanted to come along and witness their downfall herself.
Ian agreed, so he brought her here with him.
The Green-Red Gang’s martial arena was massive and imposing. In one corner stood dozens of weapon racks, each holding a variety of weapons—sabers, spears, swords, halberds, staves, hammers, every kind of weapon imaginable.
There were also wooden dummies for practicing fists and palms, plum blossom stakes and high-low posts for training footwork.
Honestly, after a century entrenched in Magic City, the Green-Red Gang had deep roots. Too bad today, their hundred-year legacy was about to end.
All around the arena, more than two hundred elite Green-Red Gang members stood with blades and swords. Every one of them was a skilled fighter at least at the late Innate stage. Nearby stood the six men who’d brought him here—Trevor Zhong’s squad. But their faces were pale, and they looked exhausted.
Soon, a crowd of Innate martial artists escorted five people onto the arena—or rather, four, since one was in a wheelchair.
Leading the group was a middle-aged man with a massive build, easily weighing over 300 pounds—Howard Zuo, the Green-Red Gang’s boss. Beside him walked an old man in a black robe, his hair silver but his face looking no older than fifty, exuding natural authority. That was Huikui Yang, head of the northern underworld alliance.
A step behind them came Jiansheng Mo, Deputy Mayor of Magic City, and further back, Julia Yang personally pushed Monica Mo’s wheelchair.
Seeing these five, Ian Song was secretly pleased. Everyone he wanted was here, saving him the trouble of hunting them down one by one.
"No, Grandpa, that woman isn’t Shelly Song!"
Suddenly, Monica Mo shouted loudly.
Hearing Monica’s outburst, Howard Zuo frowned and looked at Trevor Zhong. "Trevor, what’s going on? How did you bring the wrong person?"
Trevor Zhong quickly replied, "Boss, we haven’t found Shelly Song yet. When we went to grab this guy, the woman happened to be with him, so we brought her too."
"In that case, step up the search." Howard Zuo said coldly.
"No need to search. Shelly’s already left Magic City," Ian Song suddenly spoke up.
Howard Zuo looked surprised and chuckled, "Oh? Even with our Green-Red Gang blocking the city, you still managed to get her out. Not bad."
Ian Song shook his head. "It’s not that I’m so capable—it’s that you’re seriously overestimating your Green-Red Gang."
Howard Zuo snorted, "You’ve got guts! Daring to act so arrogant on my turf." Then his tone shifted. "But arrogant people die young. You’re talented for your age—it’d be a shame for you to die here."
"This isn’t exactly a dragon’s lair," Ian replied with a careless smile. "I’m just telling the truth." His lips curled into a teasing grin. "Howard, ever heard the saying ‘a frog at the bottom of a well’?"
Howard’s nearly invisible eyebrows twitched. He glared coldly. "Are you calling me a frog in a well? Do you even have that right?"
Ian shook his head again. "I’m not mocking you. I just want you to remember one thing before you die—never look down on anyone, especially the young."
"...You...!"
Howard Zuo was so furious his face turned blue.
"Young man, who exactly are you?" Huikui Yang, sensing something was off, spoke up.
Ian fixed his gaze on Huikui Yang and slowly said, "Huikui Yang, age seventy-nine, head of the northern underworld alliance, peak Innate Eighth Layer, once defeated an Innate Ninth. You have three sons and one daughter. Your eldest, Zongming Yang, inherited your position and is now deputy alliance leader. Your second son, Zongye Yang, commands a frontline division. Your third son, Zongming Yang, is a provincial governor up north. Your youngest daughter, Julia Yang, is chairwoman of Huayun Group, worth about sixty billion. As for your son-in-law, that’s Jiansheng Mo, Deputy Mayor of Magic City."
As Ian rattled off his entire background, Huikui Yang’s face showed real surprise. "Who are you, exactly?"
Ian smiled. "Who I am? You’re not qualified to know. If you turn around and go home now, and stop meddling, I’ll leave your Yang family alone. Otherwise, none of your main family members will escape."
Huikui Yang hesitated, his face a mix of shock and doubt. Deep down, he was starting to waver—this young man knew everything about him, but he knew nothing about Ian.
"Don’t listen to this kid’s bluff, Elder Yang. He’s just putting on a show!"
Howard Zuo was starting to get a bad feeling. Even he hadn’t known Huikui Yang’s second son was a division commander or his third son was a governor. But right now, it was clear this mysterious young man was targeting him. If Huikui backed out, Howard would have to face Ian alone.
This whole mess was started by the Mo family—why should he take all the blame? No matter what, he couldn’t let Huikui Yang retreat now.