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Chapter 707 - 685:

Chapter 707: Chapter 685:

At this moment, inside the mansion, a few dim lights were on, casting several black silhouettes on the windows. From the outside, it looked as though there were people moving around, but inside it was a different story, with inflatable dolls placed on the tables and chairs. Ye Chen and company had already ambushed the entrance and windows, all set up. Noco and his men were planning to launch a surprise attack on the Heavenly Reversal Gang, and Ye Chen had long since received the news, laying another trap and waiting for their assault.

"Shit, why the hell aren’t they coming yet!" Liu the Tyrant cursed loudly.

"Shh, be quiet!" Feng Zhixiao scolded from the side.

"Damn it!" Liu the Tyrant muttered under his breath.

"They’re here!" Jiang Wei, who was lying in wait at the window, whispered. The bow and arrow he held were already drawn tight, ready to fire. By now, Noco and his men had stealthily approached, with Noco in the lead and his little brothers quietly following behind.

Splash...

However, no sooner had they walked a few steps than Noco suddenly stepped into a trap, shocking his little brothers. But the depth of the trap was only up to Noco’s knees. The little brothers behind him breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed quite a bit.

"Big brother, are you okay?" The assistant hurried over, ready to pull Noco out.

"Oh, I’m fine, scared me to death, God bless!" Noco was sweating all over; had the trap been filled with sharp knives, he feared he would have been skewered. Thinking of this, Noco felt a cold sweat break out, and he quickly wiped it away, then tried to step out. The assistant sniffed a few times, then commented, "What’s that smell, it stinks?!"

Having been frightened by the trap, Noco hadn’t noticed any smell. Now, alerted by the assistant, he immediately came to his senses and was surrounded by an awful stench. Looking down, he almost threw up last night’s dinner, yelling, "Holy shit, God, what is this?!"

The assistant leaned over to look and immediately began to vomit profusely. It turned out to be a cesspool, filled with a large accumulation of foul-smelling feces and wriggling masses of maggots. The assistant could no longer bear to look and ran to the side, retching uncontrollably.

"Damn it, pull me up quickly!" Noco bellowed in anger.

A little brother nearby, holding his nose, hurriedly pulled him out. But as Noco was about to stand up, he didn’t realize his foot had been snagged by two ropes. He had inadvertently fallen into another trap.

Noco looked at the feces smeared all over his legs and vomited bile.

Whoosh...

The ropes around Noco’s legs suddenly tightened, and when he realized what was happening, he let out a roar, "Oh God, help me!"

Splash!

Noco was pulled straight into the trap, his body rolling like a wheel and falling into the cesspool. From within came a terrifying scream, "Oh no, damn it, it’s all shit!"

"God, Brother Noco fell into the cesspit, what do we do, what do we do?" The little brothers stood nearby, shouting in distress, not knowing what to do.

Whoosh...

An arrow sliced through the air, hitting one of the little brothers, who stumbled and fell into the cesspit as well. The others were taken aback, and just as they turned around, they saw a large group of people surrounding them from all directions. Immediately, intense combat ensued, while Noco in the cesspool continued to howl and struggled desperately, a corpse now pressing down on him, making it even harder for him to escape the stinking pit.

"Damn it, someone help me!" Noco had turned over a few times in the cesspit, reeking to the extreme. He was covered in feces, with maggots crawling and wriggling all over him.

Meanwhile, the little brothers above were having a hard time fending off the ambush from the Heavenly Reversal Gang, with no time to spare for him.

"Die!" Liu the Tyrant kicked fiercely, sending someone flying into the cesspit. Noco managed to claw his way out of the cesspit, but just as a head covered in shit emerged, a dark figure came tumbling down on him. From within the cesspit, another cursing ensued, "Damn it, I just got out, how did I end up back here!"

Poor Noco, just as he had climbed out of that damned cesspit, he encountered someone who knocked him back down, but at least there was someone below to cushion the fall.

Liu the Tyrant stood at the edge of the cesspit, then spat into it and sneered, "Hmph, thinking of sneak attacking us without even asking who your ancestors were in sneak attacks."

The so-called elite of the mafia were quickly defeated. More than a hundred of their number were chased away by the Heavenly Reversal Gang, leaving behind only a futile struggle. Ye Chen led his Heavenly Reversal Gang brothers to surround them, then herded them toward the cesspit.

"Brothers, drive these bastards down!" Ye Chen bellowed.

"Roar..." the Heavenly Reversal Gang roared loudly, each of them vigorously driving the enemy forward.

The mafia guys seemed to see through their intentions and tried to resist, but under the leadership of the Eight Hidden Generals, the little brothers of the Heavenly Reversal Gang were each stronger than the last. They swung their iron rods and cleavers, teaching a harsh lesson to these foreign invaders in this part of Chinatown.

Plop...

Finally, the first one lost his footing and dropped down, followed by a bunch more tumbling in succession. From inside came Noco’s frantic screams, "Damn it, how could you fall down again?"

Noco was nearly going mad. Facing the knee-deep pool of feces, he seemed to have built a significant immunity, grabbing handfuls of feces and throwing them up. Liu the Tyrant and the others hastily backed away, yelling, "Shit, damn it, he’s started throwing shit balls!"

"Push harder!" Ye Chen laughed heartily.

"Roar..." Liu the Tyrain roared twice, his cleaver chopping viciously into his opponent’s shoulder, then he lifted his foot and delivered a flying kick to the opponent’s abdomen. With that kick, the enemy nearly died. However, even though he did not die, he fell into the cesspit with scalding blood, pressing Noco underneath once more and sending Noco into a frenzy.

When everyone was crowded into that cesspit, Liu the Tyrant waved his hand, "Brothers, come, we must bestow upon them some ’Holy Water!’"

With that, he actually unfastened his belt in public, pulled out his Big Chicken, and began to piss on those bastards. Everyone else followed suit, and all at once, the guys in the pit were doused in piss by these jerks.

After a night of battle, the mafia was thoroughly ruined in New York. The Heavenly Reversal Gang’s momentum became utterly formidable. Noco didn’t die. Few people in the mafia died, but the blow they received was significant. Morale amongst the many underlings plummeted, no one was able to lift their spirits in a short time.

Italy, mafia headquarters.

Inside a dark room, five to six people gathered. However, these people were somewhat different. Their dress, their expression—the most crucial point was that among these people, an affluent Chinese Old Madam sat with her eyes closed, cultivating her energy, while another four or five sat solemnly in front of her.

"Sect Leader, the mafia’s defeat in the United States is indeed my fault!" An Italian middle-aged man looked timidly at the Old Madam and continued, "I will take responsibility for this incident!!"

"Shaw, how will you take responsibility?" The Old Madam suddenly opened her eyes and asked, "If you can’t even deal with a newly established Heavenly Reversal Gang in Chinatown, then what can you deal with?"

Facing the Old Madam’s questioning, Shaw lowered his head and said, "The Chinese do have a kind of spirit that is difficult to fathom. They can survive in despair, they can live in adversity; they can grow against the current!"

"Hmph, that’s no excuse or reason!" the Old Madam glared at Shaw.

"Yes!" Shaw nodded quickly, then said reverently, "Please, Sect Hierarch, punish me!"

"No, I can’t punish you, what I need is results!" the Old Madam stood up and walked out. As she reached the door, she suddenly stopped and said coldly, "You have three months; I want the United States!"

"Yes!" Shaw did not dare do anything but agree with a nod.

As soon as the Old Madam left, the room immediately became chaotic. Those who had been afraid to speak moments before now started chattering excitedly.

"Shaw, the Sect Leader is being too much!" a blond man said indignantly.

"Exactly, it’s just too much!" a brown-haired man lamented, "The Church Court hasn’t taken down the US in three years, but now they expect us to do it in three months. Isn’t that a dream? Is God really going to help us?"