"Who...who are you?"

"You are... Lin Dong?"

Ou Chaoyuan was puzzled for a moment, then immediately realized what was going on.

In Hong Kong and Macau, besides Chen Haonan, only Lin Dong has such a handsome face that's good-looking enough to be involved in organized crime.

"Boss Ou certainly has a good eye. Your tone might be a bit arrogant, but your eyesight is still decent, hehe..."

Despite facing so many gang leaders, Lin Dong remained calm and composed.

He even walked straight to the sofa and sat down without any hesitation.

Then, he smiled and looked at Ou Chaoyuan, whose face was full of gloom:

"Didn't Zhong Weide pass on a message to you yesterday? I said, fair bidding, the Dragon Gang has nothing to say."

"If anyone insists on using underhanded tactics, then I'm sorry, I can only clean up the trash for the martial arts world."

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

Lin Dong's reputation had already spread far and wide.

Although many people still hold a skeptical attitude towards Lin Dong's many deeds.

But with such a great reputation, how could he be an ordinary person?

"Boss Lin, both sides suffered losses in today's battle, but if we look closely, our losses are even more severe."

This was the first time Chen Dali had met the legendary founder of the Dragon Gang. To his surprise, Lin Dong was indeed as rumored—young and handsome.

The key is that this person seems to have a natural aura of strength, and no matter what he says or does, it is difficult for others to feel annoyed.

"Chen Dali, the leader of the Bamboo Alliance Gang on Taiwan?"

Lin Dong smiled slightly and turned her gaze to him:

“A few months ago, I had the opportunity to meet Li Ming and Qiao Anli, the leaders of your Zhongyi Hall and Yongyi Hall.”

"How are those two hall masters doing lately?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Dali's rosy, chubby face immediately turned black, and the three hall masters standing behind him had eyes that were filled with grief and indignation.

"Master Li and Master Qiao have unfortunately passed away today... The ones who killed them were your Dragon Gang members."

Chen Dali was filled with resentment, but he dared not lash out on the spot.

As a seasoned veteran, he knew all too well how formidable this young man was.

To be able to sneak up on them undetected by more than a hundred pairs of eyes, how terrifying must this person's abilities be?

"Oh...that's such a pity. I was thinking of going to Taiwan sometime to visit them."

Upon hearing the news that Li Qiao and the other person had died, Lin Dong seemed completely unsurprised:

"But it doesn't matter. They're gone, but the Bamboo Gang is still around. It doesn't matter who I go to, hehe..."

This statement appears calm on the surface, but it carries a strong sense of threat.

The three leaders of the Bamboo Gang in the living room turned even darker.

One of the gang leaders had a noticeable scar on his forehead, proving that he was usually short-tempered.

"Lin Dong, what the hell do you mean? Do you really think our Bamboo Gang is easy to bully?"

"Who are you?" Lin Dongjun's face turned cold, and his smile vanished.

"I am Zhao Shanchuan, the head of the Haoyi Hall of the Zhulian Gang."

"Very well, you can die now."

"Holy crap, Lin Dong...you..."

Zhao Shanchuan glared, about to lash out.

A chill ran down my right forehead as I felt a dark gun barrel pressed against me.

"Weng Jinhua, what are you doing?"

When Zhao Shanchuan realized that the person pointing the gun at him was actually one of his own gang members, he was both shocked and furious.

"It's nothing, you talk too much, so I had him send you on your way... Shoot!"

Lin Dong's tone was gentle, yet cold and ruthless like a demon from hell, sending chills down one's spine.

"Lin Dong...you..."

"Bang!"

A muffled gunshot suddenly rang out.

A deep, bloody hole appeared on Zhao Shanchuan's right temple.

This shot was unexpected.

Immediately, the reception room fell silent...

After a while, Zhao Shanchuan, who was lying on the floor, had half of his body soaked in blood.

More than ten thugs in black, who rushed in after hearing the gunshots, gripped submachine guns or pistols and stared nervously at Lin Dong, who was sitting calmly on the sofa.

They were both stunned and terrified.

How did this strange man manage to slip past the heavy guards and suddenly appear on the second floor of the villa right under their noses?

A shooting occurred in the living room, but at that moment, no one dared to move.

Because that shot was too sudden and absurd.

One of the leaders of the Bamboo Gang died inexplicably at the hands of his own people.

"Weng Jinhua, you...you actually dared to betray the gang?"

Although terrified, Chen Dali, as the leader of a gang, still had the courage to question his subordinates:

"Don't you know what the consequences will be for betraying the sect and slaughtering your fellow disciples?"

Faced with his boss's questioning, Weng Jinhua remained silent. No one noticed that a trace of pain and confusion flashed deep in his eyes.

"Boss Chen, stop asking questions. Hall Master Weng hasn't betrayed the gang; he's just temporarily under my command."

As Lin Dong spoke, he crossed his legs:

"Boss Ou, Boss Chen, what are your plans regarding the English casino?"

Before negotiating, kill someone to establish authority.

Moreover, they were using guns belonging to their own people.

It turns out the rumors circulating in the underworld were true.

Lin Dong is not only ruthless, but also extremely cunning.

Chen Dali was publicly humiliated and lost all face; his chubby face flushed red and then turned pale.

Grief and indignation, yet helplessness.

He glanced furtively at Ou Chaoyuan sitting opposite him, his lips parted as if he wanted to say something but then stopped himself.

The extremely shrewd Ou Chaoyuan was shocked throughout the entire process.

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