C43

The inscrutable is the theme of the beach.

There were countless piles of bones beneath the booze.

The path to the Throne was bound to be drenched in blood, without exception.

Long Qi's efficiency was quite high, and his methods were fierce as well. First, it was temptation, then it was coercion. If he still didn't submit, he'd fight it out.

Li Dao only played a supporting role in it.

The dozens of people under Li Dao's command really couldn't do anything. Their main combat strength was still Long Qi.

Little by little, my forces were eaten by the two. Amongst them, Long Qi took a big head, but Li Dao doesn't care. As long as his reputation was established, the sword would be able to absorb more destiny.

Now, I can say that I am at the end of my road.

Li Dao's and Long Qi's methods weren't as gentle as those three's. Their young people's ambitions were greater, their killing intent was heavier, and they didn't think too much about it.

Time passed little by little. Every day, there would be people lying dead on the streets. The poor citizens who lived under the influence of this Chen were in a state of panic for an extended period of time.

However, I have been operating on the beach for dozens of years, and my background is not ordinary. Long Qi didn't have the patience to wear down my forces bit by bit.

Li Dao had patience, but he had a murderous heart which was stronger than patience.

For a big boss like me who controls the fate of many people, I must have gathered a lot of destiny. He must die at my hands.

There was no escape from the swindlers, the smiling Buddha, and the vengeful Fourth Brother.

If he wasn't afraid of the backlash of his plane of consciousness, Li Dao even had the impulse to kill Ma Yongzhen.

There were two reasons why Li Dao's killing intent was so strong. First, it was because his personality was firm and determined, and secondly, it was because he had practiced the way of the sword.

The sword itself was born for slaughter, sharpness was its most basic attribute.

Thus, every true swordsman was as sharp as a sword when they first emerged.

A person with a weak character would not be able to become a true swordsman even if he practiced the most powerful sword technique.

It was a dark and windy night, and the chilling wind was blowing on his body, causing him to shiver.

On the busiest and most bustling street in the north of the city, there was a group of people walking on the street. This made the night even colder.

The group was obviously divided into two parts. One of them was dressed in a neat black suit and held an iron rod that was as long as his arm.

The other group of people were dressed casually, wearing whatever they wanted, and they held sharp daggers in their hands. There was a small black metal sword the size of a finger hanging on his chest.

The one wearing the suit and holding the iron rod was Long Qi's man. A small black iron sword hung from his chest, and the one holding the sharp short knife was Li Dao's man.

The two groups of people combined had a murderous expression on their faces. They were aggressive and did not make a single sound.

Those who dared to walk the streets of the Upper Beach at night were all wealthy and powerful upper class members, or those who roamed the Jianghu.

The places these people were going in and out of were nothing more than restaurants, courtyards, and recently fashionable nightclubs. There were bars too, but they belonged to the gathering place of foreign devils, and the Chinese were not allowed to go.

Poor people don't hang around in the streets at night for fear of getting into trouble.

Thus, there were very few people walking on the streets at night and there were even fewer people doing business. There were only people selling curfew and rickshaws.

Tonight's situation was such that it was obvious that the gangs were going to engage in a fierce battle. The two youths, Li Dao and Long Qi, who were well aware of the recent momentum, were going to fight with me.

Therefore, there were no ordinary people on the streets tonight. There were even some who came to join in on the fun.

Li Dao held his longsword as he walked alongside Long Qi at the front of the crowd. Both of them wore large black trench coats. The two of them chatted and laughed. They didn't seem nervous at all when a great battle was about to break out.