Courtyard House: I Have Countless Bodyguards

Liu Jianguo pointed to the invisible spatial gate and instructed Jian Yi:

"This door leads to a completely safe secret location. From today onwards, ten brothers will be stationed behind the door in rotation each day, maintaining the highest level of combat readiness. If I need them, or if headquarters is attacked, they must rush out immediately. This is our escape route and our secret weapon."

After giving his instructions, Liu Jianguo focused his mind on the spatial gate, and a phantom image of a gate of light appeared in his consciousness.

He concentrated and imagined entering.

The next moment, he felt the space around him slightly distort, and in a flash, he was in a secluded paradise with birdsong, fragrant flowers, and fresh air—his own little world.

This teleportation-like feeling is incredibly mysterious; it can be achieved with just a thought.

He looked around and was pleasantly surprised to find that the area of ​​the small world had indeed nearly doubled, the forests were more lush, the central lake had become a large marsh, and even the outline of mountains could be seen in the distance.

Most noticeably, in front of the simple barracks built by the sword team, there appeared an ancient stone platform covered with mysterious runes, which was the physical projection/teleportation array of the space gate leading to the Hong Kong Ice Room.

He stepped onto the stone teleportation array, and two glowing markers immediately appeared in his mind:

One is labeled "[Portal: 1]", and the other is "[Coordinates: Origin]", representing his own entry point.

On a whim, he tried to change the name of "Portal 1" in his mind to "Hong Kong".

The text next to the light spot changed accordingly, locking onto the coordinates of "Hong Kong." Confirming this with his mind, the next second he was back in the ice chamber, as if he had never left. This spatial portal was easy to operate; it moved at will.

Liu Jianguo then had Li Bing, Jianyi, and others try it in turn.

They were all able to travel smoothly between the small world and the ice room through the spatial gate, but the coordinates in their minds were only the Hong Kong handover point, unlike Liu Jianguo who had the authority to set two entry coordinates.

But this is already incredible, meaning that troops and supplies can be deployed instantly.

The test was successful, and Liu Jianguo clenched his fist in excitement.

With this two-way instant teleportation portal, we can attack or defend, and our troop supplies are endless.

Suppressing his turbulent thoughts, Liu Jianguo's gaze swept over Jian Yi and the others, whose auras were noticeably stronger than before, as well as the nearly one hundred newly recruited assassins silently waiting outside the door. A surge of heroic spirit welled up within him:

"The original plan was to use forty people to proceed cautiously. Now, we have one hundred and forty battle-hardened elites. The plan has changed. Starting tomorrow, send them out in small groups. Target the small gangs and territories in the West District that are small in number, have limited territory, and lack strong backing. Take over their territories and make the name of the Dragon Rising Gang resound throughout the West District in the shortest possible time."

That evening, Liu Jianguo personally led Li Bing, like ghosts, through the intricate alleyways of the western district to conduct an on-site investigation.

Ultimately, he targeted a gang called Longjin Heyi Society.

This gang controls several streets of opium dens and gambling dens. The boss is a skinny old man in his fifties, known as Uncle Lung. He has nearly two hundred henchmen and is a considerable force in the Western District. However, it is said that Uncle Lung is conservative and his men are not very strong.

A cold glint flashed in Liu Jianguo's eyes: It's him. 140 against 200, our side has ten times the physical strength and is skilled in killing. The advantage is on our side. Using your Longjin Heyi Society as a starting point is just the right time to establish the prestige of my Longxing Gang with a crushing victory.

The following morning, the western part of Kowloon Walled City awoke in a damp fog.

One hundred and thirty members of the Longxing Gang, having broken up into smaller groups, quietly surrounded several core properties of the Longjin Heyi Society.

As Jian Yi made a stealthy gesture at the entrance of a gambling den, the killing began.

The ten groups acted separately, like ten sharp knives, simultaneously stabbing into the casinos, opium dens, and protection money collection points of the Longjin Heyi Society.

Jian Yi personally led forty of his most formidable assassins straight to the largest gambling den where Uncle Long was located.

Without any unnecessary words, if resistance is encountered, take immediate action.

Fists, kicks, short sticks, and even stolen machetes—the Dragon Rising Gang's assassins silently and efficiently cleared away all obstacles.

The sudden attack caught the Longjin Heyi Society off guard, and they quickly sent out a distress signal.

Soon after, the gaunt Uncle Long, leading nearly a hundred henchmen armed with machetes and iron bars, stormed into the entrance of his largest gambling den, just as Jian Yi and his men were leaving after clearing out the place.

Uncle Long looked at his groaning subordinates on the ground and the murderous Jian Yi, both shocked and furious:

"Who do you think you are? Don't you know the rules? How dare you cause trouble on my turf?"

Jian Yi stepped forward, his voice icy cold, carrying an undeniable air of dominance:

"The rules are as follows: from today onwards, the Longxing Gang calls the shots on this street in the West District. I am the rule. If you disagree, fight back."

"Damn it, do they think I'm made of clay? Kill them all!"

Enraged by Jian Yi's arrogance, Uncle Long's forehead veins bulged, and he suddenly waved his hand, letting out a fierce roar.

The nearly one hundred henchmen behind him were also ruthless and aggressive men. Seeing that the other side outnumbered them, they shouted and charged forward like a tidal wave, brandishing machetes and iron bars! The narrow street was instantly filled with shouts of killing and the clanging of metal.

A cold glint flashed in Jian's eyes. Instead of retreating, he stepped forward to meet the three henchmen who rushed at the first.

A machete whistled through the air and slashed toward his face from directly in front of him.

Jian Yi slightly turned his body, the blade grazing his nose. His left hand shot out like lightning, precisely grabbing the other's wrist holding the knife and twisting it in one swift motion!

"Snap!"

The sickening sound of bones cracking was clearly audible.

"ah--!"

The henchman screamed and released his grip as the machete fell. Jian Yi caught the hilt in mid-air with his right hand, his movement fluid and effortless. At the same time, his right leg lashed out like a whip, delivering a loud kick to the knee of a henchman on the left who was wielding an iron bar.

"Boom!"

There was another sound of bones cracking, and the henchman collapsed to the ground, clutching his twisted leg and screaming in agony.

The third henchman's knife was already at Jian Yi's side. As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Jian Yi caught the knife and spun around like a top. The machete he had just taken drew a cold arc of light, striking first despite being behind.

"clang!"

With a sharp crack and sparks flying, the third henchman's knife was knocked away. Sword One's blade, undiminished in its momentum, grazed the opponent's chest, leaving a trail of blood.

The entire process happened in the blink of an eye! The three of them were instantly rendered unable to fight!

Without pausing, Jian Yi, wielding the stolen cleaver, charged into the sheepfold like a tiger.

His footwork was unpredictable, darting and weaving in the narrow space, each swing of his knife concise and deadly.

Whether parrying, slashing, or thrusting, he specializes in targeting joints, wrists, ankles, and other non-lethal but instantly incapacitating targets, only resorting to heavy blows against the most vicious.

Amidst the flashing blades, accompanied by continuous screams, the sound of bones shattering, and weapons hitting the ground, no one could get close to him within two meters.

Wherever they went, men and horses fell, and they actually carved a bloody path through the crowd.