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"Feng'er, what do you think about the Blood Wolf Gang?" Uncle's voice was steady, with a hint of excitement that was hard to detect.

Cheng Feng looked up, meeting his uncle's deep eyes, which held both a determination to leave the past behind and uncertainty about the future.

"Uncle, this is an opportunity, but the risks are a bit too high..." Cheng Feng's words revealed a hint of struggle.

Xu Minghao sighed softly and patted Cheng Feng's shoulder: "Xiao Feng, how could your uncle not know the advantages and disadvantages? But we can't live in the shadow of others forever. Sometimes, for a greater goal, we must bravely take that step."

The night breeze gradually cooled, dispersing the stuffiness in the air, and seemingly blowing away some of the hesitation in Cheng Feng's heart. He stood up, his eyes firm: "Uncle, if this is the path you've decided to take, I will fully support you. But I must also remind you that we must be fully prepared and not allow any accidents to happen."

Regarding the matter of rebelling against the Blood Wolf Gang, Cheng Feng was very conflicted. He didn't want his uncle to make such a choice, because there were indeed certain risks involved.

But facing such a rare opportunity, Cheng Feng also understood that his uncle was the best candidate, the key being whether his uncle, Xu Minghao, could seize it.

If it really didn't work out, Cheng Feng could also consider finding someone else to replace his uncle, as this wouldn't have too much impact on the overall plan.

Hearing his nephew's concern, Xu Haoming was instead delighted: "Don't worry, your uncle has only encountered such a good opportunity once in his life. Wouldn't it be a lifelong regret if I let it slip away?"

Seeing that his uncle was so confident, Cheng Feng also put down the unease in his heart.

After that, Wei Zhuang contacted Hei Er to track the whereabouts of Zhong He, the leader of the Blood Wolf Gang. Facts proved that when a group becomes large, some things are really just small matters.

In a few days, Hei Er's men bribed a servant of the Blood Wolf Gang and learned Zhong He's routines.

The Blood Wolf Gang leader held a high position and valued his own safety extremely. Perhaps due to the recent pressure from the Hongmen, Zhong He usually helped Zhong Xiu practice.

He only occasionally went to the Cuihong Brothel in the north of the city to relax, and this also gave Wei Zhuang and Cheng Feng an opportunity.

The night was as dark as ink, quietly covering the streets of the north of the city. The Cuihong Brothel was brightly lit, reflecting the hurried figures of passersby. Cheng Feng and Wei Zhuang hid in the shadows, their eyes like torches, staring intently at the carved wooden door that was about to be pushed open.

"It seems that tonight, our prey will show himself," Wei Zhuang said in a low voice to Cheng Feng beside him, his tone revealing an unquestionable firmness. Cheng Feng nodded, the weapon he held tightly in his hand gleaming coldly in the moonlight. He took a deep breath, adjusting his mindset, preparing to meet the upcoming action.

Before long, a series of heavy footsteps came from far and near, accompanied by a few low laughs. Zhong He's signature figure appeared in sight.

He was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe, playing with a pair of exquisite iron balls in his hand, his steps were steady, and he was obviously in a good mood. Several strong followers followed closely behind, vigilantly looking around, but failed to notice the danger in the shadows.

Zhong He stepped into the Cuihong Brothel, the door gently closing, isolating the prying eyes of the outside world. Wei Zhuang and Cheng Feng exchanged a glance, without needing to say more, the two acted quickly, like ghosts in the night, quietly approaching the back wall of the Cuihong Brothel.

"We'll sneak in through the side door, where the guards are relatively weak," Wei Zhuang whispered, planning the route. His every move seemed so calm and composed, as if he had everything under control.

Cheng Feng followed closely behind, his heart beating fast, but his eyes were full of determination and courage.

Passing through the winding corridors, avoiding the patrolling guards, the two finally arrived outside the room where Zhong He was. The faint light coming through the crack in the door stretched their shadows long, making them appear particularly eerie.

Wei Zhuang gently pushed open the crack in the door, only to see Zhong He leaning lazily on a soft couch, surrounded by several beauties. The scent of wine and rouge intertwined, filling the entire space.

"Action!" Wei Zhuang shouted in a low voice, his voice deep and firm, as if carrying an irresistible force. His figure flashed, like a black lightning bolt rushing into the room. At the same time, Cheng Feng also did not show weakness, following closely behind. The two of them, like well-coordinated comrades, rushed into the closed door together.

The people in the room were caught off guard. The sudden intrusion of the figures made them panic and at a loss. For a time, screams and exclamations rose and fell. The originally peaceful scene instantly became chaotic.

However, Zhong He showed unusual calmness and decisiveness. He suddenly sat up, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but this trace of panic was quickly replaced by ruthlessness. He quickly grabbed a pair of iron balls from his side, his eyes locked on Wei Zhuang's direction, and then threw the iron balls over without hesitation.

The iron balls drew an arc in the air, flying towards Wei Zhuang with a sharp whistling sound. Wei Zhuang dodged sideways, the iron balls brushed past the corner of his clothes and smashed into the wall behind him, making a crisp sound.

Wei Zhuang and Cheng Feng were already prepared. Their movements were swift and tacit, and they launched an attack on Zhong He almost at the same time.

Wei Zhuang's sword was fierce, every strike aimed directly at vital points; Cheng Feng used the silver feather saber in his hand to draw silver trajectories flexibly in the air, making it difficult to defend against.

And Zhong He also used all his strength to face these two uninvited guests. He formed his hands into claws, each finger slightly bent, as if to grasp the air in front of him.

The veins on his palms and fingers bulged, and his muscles were tense, showing great strength. He took a deep breath, then suddenly swung his claws forward, while letting out an angry roar: "Iron Eagle Claw!"

With his movements, a fierce aura erupted from his body, like a fierce eagle spreading its wings and soaring. His claws drew arcs in the air, with a piercing whistling sound, as if they could tear space apart.

Zhong He's eyes were full of confidence and determination. He believed that his Iron Eagle Claw skill, which he had practiced hard for many years, would definitely defeat his opponents. He stared closely at Wei Zhuang, who was rushing over, his blood boiling, and used all his strength.

"Ding"

Wei Zhuang's Shark Tooth sword collided with Zhong He's Iron Eagle Claw on the side.

Wei Zhuang said coldly: "Futile struggle." Then he flicked the side of the sword and slashed at Zhong He again. Cheng Feng also activated the Blood Bursting Secret Technique, preparing to quickly end the battle with all his strength.

One at the Bone Refinement Completion stage, one at the early Bone Refinement stage, facing a Blood Refinement Completion stage cultivator who was about to break through, it only took about three moves.

Wei Zhuang struck Zhong He's chest hard with an iron fist, and the whole person flew out like a kite with a broken string, and then fell heavily on the ground.

The beauties around had already been frightened out of their wits, and each of them retreated to the corner in panic, not daring to make the slightest sound.

At this time, Wei Zhuang held the Shark Tooth sword, his face cold and stern, his eyes sharp, extremely cold, inviolable, and vigilantly watched his surroundings. Cheng Feng quickly stepped forward and tied Zhong He up skillfully with ropes.

While tying him up, he smiled at Wei Zhuang, as if everything was under their control. Although the process was full of thrills and tension, they seemed to have expected such a result.

Looking at Zhong He, who was tightly bound, Wei Zhuang and Cheng Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although this battle was full of confidence, it was best if there were no accidents.

Next, they needed to deal with this situation as soon as possible to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.