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Chapter 671 - 650:

Chapter 671: Chapter 650:

"Xiao Er, are you alright?" A brother hurriedly dug him out of the soil.

"Ah? What did you say?!" Xiao Er shouted urgently.

The sound of the explosion had numbed Xiao Er’s eardrums, so for a moment, he couldn’t hear anything clearly. The brother beside him immediately pushed him to the ground as the enemy’s rifles fired incessantly in their direction, leaving no opportunity for the Heavenly Reversal Gang members to poke their heads out.

"Damn it, they’ve prepared so many weapons!" The members of the Heavenly Reversal Gang were dismayed.

"Didn’t Brother Long say they wouldn’t use weapons?" asked a brother nearby.

"Who knows!"

Everyone hid, not daring to peek out, for fear of getting shot.

Seeing their opponents about to charge over the hills on either side, Liu San immediately shouted, "Brothers, retreat now!"

"Brother Long, why are we running?" Xiao Er was taken aback, staring at Brother Long, and said, "We should resist to the death! So what if they have firearms, we also have cold weapons, and besides, it’s dark now, they can’t see us!"

Xiao Er was simply a novice, always knowing only to fight to the death, but he had never experienced a real large-scale brawl. Even in Jianghuai City, he had only heard about a few battles described by Feng Zhixiao. The Heavenly Reversal Gang’s victories against overwhelming numbers relied on a sheer spirit of fearlessness; without it, it’s doubtful they would have emerged victorious. Therefore, Xiao Er had decided to fight a fierce battle today, ideally getting both sides into a blood-edge fight. But he had no idea that once a blood-edge fight started, it would be a pyrrhic victory, killing a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of their own.

"Bullshit!" Brother Long, who had been through many major battles with the Heavenly Reversal Gang, clearly understood the current situation did not permit a blood-edge fight with the enemy. So, he immediately rebuked, "Retreat now, or I’ll chop you to pieces!"

Having never seen Brother Long so fierce and terrifying, Xiao Er felt some fear in his heart, so he immediately began to back off. Regretfully shrugging his shoulders, he said, "Fine, we’ll retreat, but I’m going to complain to Zhi Xiao about you later!"

"Let’s go!" Brother Long immediately waved his hand, and the enemy also quickly retreated.

Watching as the opponents disappeared into the darkness, the Yakuza members rushed up in frenzy, but Fujiwara Ichiro stopped them, "Don’t chase, don’t fall for their feint of luring the tiger away from the mountain! The Chinese are the most cunning, otherwise they couldn’t have written something like ’The Art of War by Sun Tzu.’"

"Yes!" The Yakuza foot soldiers promptly retreated.

This time, Fujiwara Ichiro brought over three hundred men, among them a hundred rifles and several thousand rounds of ammunition, fully an augmented company’s firepower. This time, Fujiwara Ichiro had already incorporated Fukuoka under his control.

"Advance!" Fujiwara Ichiro said with a cold smile.

Immediately, everyone strapped in, and the trucks continued toward the Fukuoka urban area. Brother Long and his group managed to retreat, but a second obstacle still lay ahead, waiting for Fujiwara and his men. Fujiwara Ichiro thought that dispersing this rabble meant victory, but he had no inkling that a larger trap lay ahead.

The vehicles travelled near the outskirts of the city, where it was relatively quiet and chilly at night, illuminated only by a few dim streetlights.

Along the road, several dark shadows passed by in a flash, disappearing from Fujiwara Ichiro’s line of sight. Fujiwara Ichiro immediately ordered, "Be alert, proceed with caution, full step ahead!"

"Yes!" The driver nodded at once, and Fujiwara Ichiro sat in the passenger seat, carefully observing the situation ahead.

As the vehicle passed a two-story building nearby, suddenly, a large amount of transparent liquid sprayed from above. Fujiwara Ichiro was stunned; he didn’t know what it was, as he was separated from it by a pane of glass and hadn’t come into contact with any liquid.

But from behind came cries, "It’s no good, it’s petrol, it’s petrol!!"

"Damn, no good!" Fujiwara Ichiro immediately shouted, "Stop the car, stop the car, let them get out! Get out!"

The driver slammed on the brakes hard, a fatal mistake; the driver didn’t understand, and neither did Fujiwara Ichiro. The vehicle had stopped, giving the Heavenly Reversal Gang the chance to ignite it; if Fujiwara Ichiro had issued the correct command to accelerate, perhaps such a disaster wouldn’t have ensued.

In the air, several torches were thrown from the rooftops on both sides.

"My God..." Fujiwara Ichiro watched the torches in astonishment, sparks of life flickering in his eyes.

Boom...

The vehicles erupted into flames instantly. Although many had jumped from the trucks, the sudden blaze inevitably left them touched by sparks. That moment, several trucks, dozens of people, ignited at once. Fujiwara Ichiro watched as the Yakuza’s foot soldiers danced in the flames, not an ordinary dance, but one of the last in life, a dance sprung from their souls.

"Put out the fire, hurry, put out the fire!" the little brothers yelled frantically.

However, they soon realized that there was neither sand nor water anywhere around. Trying to put out the fire was like a fool’s dream. Dozens of people who had caught sparks rolled on the ground and quickly extinguished the flames on their bodies.

Watching his trucks burn down to a frame, watching his dozens of men quickly burn to ashes, Fujiwara Ichiro’s face turned pale. The fight hadn’t even started, and he had already lost fifty to sixty people. Grinding his teeth, he said, "Damn Chinese pigs, I’m going to kill them all, I must!"

"Mr. Ichiro, I think they’re nearby!" shouted a little brother hastily.

"Search immediately, kill anyone you find!" Fujiwara Ichiro completely lost it, grinding his teeth in rage.

"Yes!" Over two hundred people mobilized, starting a massive search.

Yet, this was another mistake by Fujiwara Ichiro, dispersing his forces, wasn’t this just feeding them to the Heavenly Reversal Gang in groups? Gunshots soon rang out from buildings nearby, followed by screams of death. They shouted in horror and shock, yelling frantically.

Before long, members of the Yakuza retreated from the buildings. They were no match for the Heavenly Reversal Gang. In the darkness, the Heavenly Reversal Gang were accustomed to such night scenes, and to fighting in buildings. Even without support from firearms, the bows and arrows they clutched became lethal weapons.

Whoosh...

The bow was drawn, and an arrow effortlessly pierced an opponent’s chest. A Yakuza member fell, and Xiao Er, quite pleased with himself, glanced at a brother beside him and said, "See that? My archery is pretty accurate, huh?"

"Heh, watch closely!" The brother didn’t hesitate, he drew his bow and with a whoosh, an arrow easily went through a Yakuza member’s butt. Xiao Er, stunned, said, "Damn, you’re really sneaky!"

"Hehe, this isn’t being sneaky, it’s brutal!" The brother was much more smug than Xiao Er.

Bang bang...

Two gunshots, bullets grazing past them. Xiao Er shouted, "Be careful!"

The Yakuza’s assault was futile. Fukuoka was the Heavenly Reversal Gang’s base in Japan. They had been familiarizing themselves with the city for months and were virtually invincible here.

"Damn it!" Fujiwara Ichiro, grinding his teeth, said, "Forget everything else, head straight for their headquarters!"

"Yes!" The little brothers regrouped and headed towards the Heavenly Reversal Gang’s headquarters in Fukuoka.

However, by the time they reached the headquarters, the Heavenly Reversal Gang had vanished without a trace. Looking at the three-story building, they could still clearly see signs of life left behind.

"Mr. Ichiro, there’s no one inside!" a little brother reported.

"Damn it, what do these Chinese pigs really want?" Fujiwara Ichiro walked in, perplexed. The place was empty, but the lobby on the first floor was neatly filled with fitness equipment, the second floor had bedrooms, and the third floor was an office area. The sign of Black Water Security Company was still hanging at the door, which puzzled Fujiwara Ichiro. Had these Chinese people just run away?

"Could they have some kind of plot??" a little brother shrank his neck in fear.

"Hmm, possibly!" Having suffered so much at the hands of the Heavenly Reversal Gang, Fujiwara Ichiro had learned his lesson. He immediately ordered everyone to stay away from the building, preparing to fight the enemy outside.

But before they could steady themselves, over a hundred people surrounded them from all directions. These were all the members of the Heavenly Reversal Gang in Fukuoka. They looked coldly at the Yakuza and sneered, "You’re Fujiwara, aren’t you?"

"And you are?" Fujiwara Ichiro looked at the scruffy man before him, wearing a white tank top, seemingly unfazed by the cold night. He glanced at him indifferently and said, "Could you be one of Ye Chen’s Eight Hidden Generals?"

"Ha, as if we would need to call on the Eight Hidden Generals to deal with the likes of you," Brother Long laughed. "Just me alone is enough to wipe you all out!"

"Not so fast, there’s me too, Xiao Er!" Xiao Er stepped forward, holding a Big Bow.

"Hmph, just you guys?" Fujiwara Ichiro sneered. "I’ve heard rumors that the Heavenly Reversal Gang has Eight Hidden Generals of unmatched strength, with cruel methods like the Blood Sacrifice Flag. I wonder if any of that is true?"

"Shit, of course, it’s true, want us to prove it on you?" Xiao Er laughed.

"Just you people?" Fujiwara Ichiro laughed loudly and immediately waved his hand, "Wipe them out!"