In ages past, there were armies of a thousand thousand; now, a commander leads three thousand. One side holds stratagems, the other harbors conspiracies.

The Shadow Ninjas, who had just infiltrated the headquarters of the Black God Gang’s Jiangsu Branch, were momentarily stunned by the sudden surge of black-clad figures pouring in from the outside. For a moment, they couldn't react.

"The Dragon Lord commands: annihilate every single enemy in one sweep." Zhou Hu’s voice was like a fierce tiger roaring, as if he hadn't enjoyed such a blood-pumping scene in ages.

"Kill!" A host of Black God Guards and the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits cried out in unison, brandishing their daggers and leaping forward. A flash of cold light was immediately followed by a spray of crimson.

"Baka! Get them!..." A Shadow Ninja shrieked, then vanished in a blur, commanding a host of shadows to follow his lead.

In an instant, the entire area outside and the main hall of the building erupted into chaos. The long, jarring sounds of battle echoed, much like a beautiful woman awaiting a brutal violation, for the disparity in strength was immense.

"Clear out this entire building, floor by floor." Zhou Hu’s blade swept down. Though he didn't underestimate the Shadow Ninjas, a deep-seated hatred fueled his current actions, making him more like a vengeful tiger. To ensure his blade didn't slip, he had bound the hilt with white silk, which was now slowly soaking crimson with blood.

Zhou Hu’s order to clear the entire building was certainly deliberate, as the enemy Shadow Ninjas numbered six hundred, twice their own force. Caution was still essential.

"Young Master, it has begun," Feng Shi murmured, slowly maneuvering the car toward the Black God Gang’s Jiangsu Branch headquarters, drawing closer to the blood-soaked structure.

At this moment, Fat Lin asked, "Brother Yi, shouldn't we make our move now?"

"Mm... go ahead. Be careful. Despite the vast difference in power, their numbers are large. Avoid unnecessary harm," Yang Yi replied, his face cold, his gaze fixed solely on a black sedan approximately one hundred and fifty meters ahead, emitting a chilling aura of murderous intent.

"Boss, you be careful too," Xu Ming and the others acknowledged, quickly exiting their vehicle and leaping toward the building.

"Black Master, the fighting inside has commenced. We appear to be at a disadvantage," a middle-aged man reported to the Black Master.

"What is the situation?" the Black Master asked, stroking the samurai sword at his waist.

"Sir... our men had already infiltrated the Black God Gang headquarters, but unexpectedly, they had laid a trap on the perimeter. Our people are now surrounded inside. If this continues for too long, it will likely turn against us." The middle-aged man hadn't anticipated that they were the bait for a waiting wolf pack.

"Hmph. We anticipated this possibility when we decided to come. The Black God Gang isn't foolish. How many reserves do we still have?" the Black Master sneered.

"Sir... over a hundred men remain, all at the Jōnin level," the middle-aged man replied.

"Take them and fight your way in," the Black Master said after a moment of deliberation.

"Yes..."

"Young Master...!" Feng Shi had not yet joined the fray, remaining in the car, awaiting Yang Yi’s final command.

"Mm, go ahead. Be careful," Yang Yi said with a faint smile, glancing at Feng Shi.

"Yes!" After stepping out of the car, Feng Shi snapped her fingers toward the decorative shrubbery surrounding the building. Immediately, fifty to sixty Black God Guards appeared, each dragging a pitch-black machine gun, and assembled behind her.

"The Dragon Lord commands: when you see the enemies behind us, fire relentlessly. Show no restraint," Feng Shi commanded coldly, then leaped forward. The Black God Guards didn't hesitate, tossing their machine guns onto their backs, and followed Feng Shi into the perimeter of the building.

"Sigh—sometimes, people are so foolish. You have to set a trap for them to step in. The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind," Yang Yi smirked, his eyes locked onto the black sedan one hundred and fifty meters away. He touched the unsheathed soft sword at his waist and moved to the driver's seat.

"Though I've only practiced driving for two days, that girl Yanran taught me quite diligently. I hope I won't disappoint her," Yang Yi twisted the key, then slammed the accelerator. The car screeched, leaving a streak of rubber, before shooting forward.

"If you want to play, I’ll play with you," the Black Master seemed to have sensed Yang Yi’s presence and heard his words. He too slid into the driver's seat, started the engine, pressed the brake, and executed a tight spin, turning the car around in the middle of the road.

Seeing the car ahead execute a sharp U-turn before he even reached it, Yang Yi's lips curved into a devilish smile. He eased off the accelerator, and his car pulled up alongside the black sedan.

Though they were enemies, neither seemed to be looking at the other; both merely smiled faintly, staring ahead, sounding their horns simultaneously.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" Both cars shot forward, leaving streaks of afterimages in their wake.

"Young Master..." A wave of deep unease washed over Feng Shi. She instinctively called out, looking back toward the building entrance with concern, as if she could see Yang Yi engaged in a deadly standoff with a master strategist in that direction.

"Aim!" "Aim!" "Aim!..."

"Target everyone who approaches!" Feng Shi commanded the Black God Guards behind her upon hearing a sound.

"Clack!" "Clack!" "Clack!" The sound of sustained machine-gun fire erupted.

"Baka! Disperse immediately..." The middle-aged man cursed, his face darkening as he was met with a barrage of gunfire the moment he stepped into the doorway.

If only he knew these machine guns belonged to his own side; how would he react? Spit blood? No, they would be bleeding now. Even if you were a martial arts master, even a Jōnin master, you could only bleed and evade in the face of heavy machine guns.

"Swoosh—swoosh!" The sounds of air friction created by dodging shots were oddly melodious.

"Thud!" "Thud!" Several figures dropped.

Feng Shi immediately drew a soft sword and ordered the Black God Guards behind her, "Engage!"

"Swish!" "Swish!"

The Black God Guards threw their machine guns over their backs and drew their signature weapons: daggers, modified from military blades.

"Baka! Kill them ruthlessly! Make these people understand the might of our Yamato spirit!" The middle-aged man seemed driven mad, shouting with a ferocious expression.

It was understandable; facing those machine guns, his initial hundred-plus men were reduced to a mere few dozen, some already wounded by bullets. He had no choice but to lose control. Any slip-up, and he would be finished today.

"Yes!" The Shadow Ninjas responded with their usual practiced call, their forms instantly blurring as they engaged the Black God Guards.

Feng Shi spotted the middle-aged man not far away. Her delicate body trembled. She swung her soft sword, displaying the bearing of a true female general. Her delicate brows radiated coldness as she leaped forward, swiftly sweeping her soft sword directly toward the middle-aged man.

"Hmph—!" The middle-aged man scoffed at Feng Shi's move, drawing a katana nearly half a meter long, and surged toward her as well.

"Clang!" "Clang!" The sound of weapons colliding rang out.

The middle-aged man sidestepped Feng Shi’s soft sword and swung swiftly toward her upper body. Feng Shi leaned back, her entire body falling backward. A smile touched her lips, one eerily similar to Yang Yi’s. Her grip loosened slightly, and the soft sword executed a sharp, seemingly impossible curve, as if it could change direction mid-flight.

The middle-aged man was no fool; he blocked the strike with his katana, producing a grating sound that set one's teeth on edge. Thus, the two gradually settled into combat.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Fat Lin and his group were fighting with bloodlust. Scarlet blood had drenched them, coating their faces and clothes in crimson.

"Second Brother, you and Third Brother hold this floor. I’m going to support Zhou Hu," Ye Xiaohou commanded, swinging his soft sword, leaping up toward the stairs, addressing Fat Lin who was continually swinging his blade.

"Got it. Be careful," Fat Lin replied. Although the Shadow Ninjas weren't overwhelmingly strong, their side had also taken losses and injuries, causing him worry given the sheer numbers of the enemy.

"Right, I know," Ye Xiaohou responded. He ran while cutting down any Shadow Ninja in sight. At this moment, they were all like god-like killing machines, tasting the color of blood, sensing the scent of blood, their entire bodies trembling violently—this was the feeling of hot blood boiling over.

"Swish—swish!" A sound that made one grind their teeth echoed from a stretch of the road.

Two black cars sped along the asphalt, occasionally chasing and overtaking one another. To an observer, they seemed to be racing, but any expert present would have been astonished, for they were actively provoking their opponent, ensuring the ensuing confrontation would be intensely stimulating and fierce.