The dark muzzle of a gun was pressed against the back of Chen Dali's head.

A massive shadow of death loomed over us.

"Mr. Lin... Mr. Lin, Boss Lin, it's a misunderstanding... a misunderstanding..."

Chen Dali raised his hands, his voice trembling.

"This isn't a misunderstanding, it's fate, Boss Chen. In your next life, remember to be smarter..."

Lin Dong's cold and ruthless words drifted lightly from behind.

"No! No... Mr. Lin, please listen to me..."

When faced with death, a person is like a fish lying on a chopping board; no matter how hard they struggle, it is all in vain.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out.

The bullet entered from behind, piercing Chen Dali's head and exiting from the center of his forehead, bringing with it a spray of blood.

An endless darkness spread in.

Chen Dali's eyes widened in terror as he struggled to breathe, not wanting to waste a single last breath...

"Bang bang bang..."

The continuous gunfire echoed through the villa.

Interspersed among them were cries of despair.

At this moment, a certain spot on West Wangyang Mountain seemed to have transformed into a living hell.

Lin Dong's ghost-like speed and agility, combined with his precise marksmanship, meant that every shot was a headshot.

As he moved at breakneck speed, he constantly changed the guns in his hands, seemingly with an inexhaustible supply of guns and bullets.

Just over a minute later, all 30-plus gangsters in the villa were dead.

In the face of a cheater, who can stand a chance?

A strong smell of blood filled the entire house.

The intense gunfire alerted the guards outside the courtyard.

As a result, more gangsters drew their weapons and surged toward the villa.

......

On the second floor of the villa, Ou Chaoyuan's body lay slumped on a single sofa, blood gushing from a hole in the center of his forehead.

Even in his withered right hand, he still tightly gripped a silver Desert Eagle until his death.

Two lifeless eyes stared blankly at the living room ceiling.

Even as death approached, he couldn't believe that anyone in Haojiang would dare to kill him.

Moreover, once the opponent fires, it's a merciless headshot kill.

Lin Dong is not only fast in movement, but also faster at firing a gun.

Before Ou Chaoyuan even had a chance to beg for mercy,

In movies, when gangsters commit murder, don't they always say a few words to show off their superiority?

Damn it, why aren't they playing by the rules?

Amidst the pools of blood in the room, one person still retained a sliver of consciousness—it was the short, stout clerk, Dong.

At this moment, he was the only person in the building who had not completely died.

Whether Lin Dong deliberately held back or not, the shot that pierced his skull missed by three inches to the left.

The bullet pierced his left temple and flew out, grazing his eye.

Master Dong regretted it deeply; he regretted encouraging his boss to plot against the Dragon Gang.

He regretted not fleeing immediately after the casino incident, but instead firmly believing in Ou Chaoyuan's abilities.

Today he finally understood a principle:

Faced with absolute power, all schemes and tricks are fragile and easily defeated, like a tattered windowpane.

Unfortunately, I realized it too late...

The advisor, Dong, closed his eyes helplessly, letting his thoughts gradually sink into darkness.

The world outside his body was getting further and further away from him...

The dense gunfire had already left the villa gate and was rapidly spreading into the distance.

Master Dong knew that all the gangsters who remained on this mountain today would die.

Lin Dong is terrifying.

The title of "god of killers in the underworld" is too mild.

Because people who have reached his level can disregard all laws and rules.

To put it bluntly, Lin Dong is all about rules.

In his final moments, Master Dong's soul let out a long sigh:

Alas... the world of martial arts on this planet is about to change drastically, and the king of the underworld forces of Blue Star is about to emerge.

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West Wangyang Mountain, the mountain road.

Lin Dong pulled the trigger one last time, and as the figure in front of him fell to the ground, the bloody massacre finally came to an end.

He smoothed out the slightly wrinkled T-shirt and put the steaming gun into his storage space.

Behind them, the road was covered in blood, with more than a hundred corpses lying haphazardly.

Almost every three to five steps, someone would fall to the ground, splattered with blood.

This completely one-sided massacre left these skilled gangsters with no chance to escape.

As the saying goes, "One can kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace for a thousand miles."

Those chivalrous heroes of ancient times who drank and sang, murdered and robbed, were nothing more than a slightly different kind of gangster...

Lin Dong let out a long sigh of relief, gently exhaling the stale air from his chest.

If the intent to kill arises, then kill.

For Lin Dong, doing things as he pleases is all that matters; he doesn't need to worry about anything else.

Because in this world, there are very few people and means that can kill him.

Once you enter the world of martial arts, it's like entering a deep, uncharted sea.

These people were destined to die either at his hands or at the hands of others.

Even those fortunate enough to die peacefully are nothing more than that.

......

At the foot of West Penha Hill lies a tranquil harbor.

Near the sea, there is a wide coastal greenway.

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