Eliminate Low Tiger Gang

When Song Ye sneaked out of the mansion, she was still holding a fuel bottle in her hand. She turned to the main entrance to meet Xu Zihang and saw that they were staring dumbly at the mansion.

"…Did you do this?" When Xu Zihang saw Song Ye walking over, he swallowed his saliva and asked with much difficulty.

"Mm." Song Ye nodded and passed something to Yun Hua standing at the side. "Zhou Zheng went to put on the fire, and some people have been dispersed. Now, we can go in. Oh right, take this. Zhou Zheng might have a gun."

When Xu Zihang heard the word 'gun', he suddenly had a black thing in his hands and was frightened until his hands shook and almost dropped the gun.

He had never fired a gun before.

Song Ye never expected him to know how to shoot so she walked in front and led them. "Familiarize yourself with it, I'll teach you later."

"Song Ye." Yun Hua followed behind her and looked very uneasy. She never expected after the decision that day and giving her a call, the next time they met was to participate in a fire match.

Song Ye, who was walking in front, stopped in her tracks. Her character of doing whatever she liked almost left Yun Hua behind. She turned around to look at harmless Yun Hua and lightly advised. "You're in charge of keeping watch. Inform me if anything happens."

Yun Hua held the fuel bottle tightly in her hands and nodded strongly. "I'll do my best."

Xu Zihang and the rest also turned around to look at Yun Hua. Even though they were all very curious—since Song Ye did not do any introductions and the battle was about to start, they had no interest in greetings.

Bang! The door was kicked open, and Song Ye led the way as she rushed in with a knife, followed by more than ten brothers behind her bravely. Under the fire burning gradually, this scene looked like the gangster scenes from Hong Kong movies. Now was also the time when Hong Kong movies were trendy, and every teenager had a burning passion to be a hero.

When Song Ye hacked the first blood, she opened up a bloody world for the youngsters.

It was not that Xu Zihang never used a knife to hack people, and fighting was as common as his home meals. However, it was the first time he had met with such bloodshed and killed people relentlessly.

At first, he was still afraid that he could not do it, but after hacking the first person, he remembered what Song Ye said before they went off. "For enemies—if they don't die, you will." After that, the blood in his eyes became fearless.

Amidst the killing, the other youngsters also understood a certain sliver of logic: if they had fear in their hearts, their brothers might take the stab for them the next time.

Luckily for their first mission, they had Song Ye—this killer god—to help them. More than ten people against tens of people, but they still had the upper hand.

When Zhou Zheng brought the safe down in the mansion, he realized that he had fallen for the trick of luring the opponent out from the hideout. He wanted to rush in and save his brothers, but Song Ye suddenly threw a fuel bottle from nowhere. Bang! It shattered at the entrance, and the fire tongue grew to more than a meter, blocking the people in the mansion.

"Quick! Call the police, call the fire brigade!" Zhou Zheng saw the smoke coming down from upstairs, but he could not go out so he hollered anxiously. Now, he did not care about his face; if he really ended up being burned alive in the mansion, there would be no turning back.

Separated by a fire wall, a cold voice sounded. "I pulled out the telephone line."

What? Zhou Zheng was shocked and raised his head to meet with a pair of deep eyes. As the fire burned brightly, the original intricate face looked unrealistically beautiful.

"Who are you?"

Song Ye did not answer him as greetings in this type of situation were a bit unnecessary. She stood in front of the door, and her face was expressionless. "You have two options. You either beg for mercy or you die."

"You…" Zhou Zheng clenched his teeth and wanted to scold out loud, but when he looked around, he saw that the people lying haphazardly behind the girl were all brothers from the Low Tiger Gang, and he could even smell the stink of the blood from far away.

Suddenly, he thought of Dagger's horrified face and finally understood why he used 'cruel' to describe her methods—it was not for nothing.

"Big Brother, ahem, ahem, what should we do?" The smoke got thicker and thicker, and many brothers could not help but cough as they hurriedly ran up and asked for his opinion.

Zhou Zheng clenched his teeth and did not answer. How could he beg mercy from a child? What a joke.

Upon seeing his indignance, Song Ye nonchalantly took out another fuel bottle. "The fire brigade would come in fifteen minutes, maximum. If you listen to me, you won't have to die with him."

"Don't do it!" The crowd was petrified when they saw the fuel bottle in her hands, and their hearts almost jumped out of their throat. Without any hesitation, someone immediately agreed to surrender. "I'm begging you; I don't want to die."

"Me, too."

"Me, too."

…

If there was one, there would be another; the law would not blame the majority. Once there was an opening, all the betrayal for survival actions would quickly ensue and leave Zhou Zheng in a helpless situation. He angrily kicked the brothers around him as he reached into his hand and took out a gun. He ferociously screamed, "Since you dare to betray me, I'll kill you in one shot."

The black gun mouth shocked everyone until they did not dare to move; even Xu Zihang and the others who were outside the firewall all hid in vigilance.

When Song Ye saw Zhou Zheng take out his gun, she squinted his eyes and continued. "Wait for a while; I'll get all of you out."

Zhou Zheng raised his eyebrows and spat on the floor. "You punk. You want to fight with Old Man? You're too green. Let me out of here!"

As he was being arrogant, a few buckets of water splashed over to extinguish the fire. The smoke filled the air, and there was a burnt smell in the atmosphere.

Zhou Zheng's face became sooty. Once he saw that he could escape, he raised the gun and rushed out without hesitation. Using the dim light, he tried to look for something; but before he could move much, there was something cold pointing at his temple. A cold and calm voice sounded by his ear. "Are you looking for me?"

Zhou Zheng's body trembled as he shakily used the corner of his eye to look. The thing at his head… was a gun, and the face of the woman holding it was as calm as ever, with eyes that were so cold until it could freeze someone.

"Let's, let's talk nicely." As his life was in the hands of someone else, how could Zhou Zheng continue being arrogant? "I have no conflict with you. You just want my territory, right? We can split it evenly; you don't have to use your gun."

However, Song Ye did not want to listen to his nonsense. She moved the gun forward and said, "Where did you get this gun from?"

"I… I bought it from the black market recently." Seeing Song Ye's relentless attitude, Zhou Zheng could not hold his temper and hurriedly added. "I heard that a bunch of foreigners brought it in. They didn't have money so they sold their gun."

Song Ye sneered in her heart; she had an additional reward from this trip. She raised her hand and removed Zhou Zheng's gun before kicking him to Xu Zihang. "Handle the rest yourself."

When Xu Zihang witnessed the gun confrontation and suddenly saw his enemy in front of him, he kicked Zhou Zheng to death without hesitation.