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When the red-haired henchman mentioned Ah Ji's name, his voice trembled noticeably, clearly showing his fear of Wang Bao's top assassin.

The little tyrant, exasperated, smacked his red-haired underling on the forehead with a sharp crack.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Hmph, no matter how good A-Ji is, even if he has three heads and six arms, he only brought fifty or sixty men with him tonight."

"We have over a hundred people now, overwhelming him in numbers, what are we afraid of?"

"Just one spit from each of them would be enough to drown him. Even the most famous assassin is still a human being, with two eyes and a mouth; a knife will still draw blood."

"We outnumber him and can overwhelm him with sheer numbers."

"With this little bit of guts, how can you do anything big with me?"

The red-haired boy rubbed the back of his head, which was throbbing from the beating, and muttered to himself in a wronged tone.

"I... I'm only trying to help us, you won't even listen to my well-intentioned advice... I heard that Ah Ji never leaves anyone alive when he strikes, I've fought him before..."

Just as Little Tyrant was about to say something more, his expression suddenly sharpened, and he pricked up his ears.

He quickly grabbed the red-haired henchman's shoulder, pulled him into the shadows, and gave a low growl.

"Shut up, someone's coming!"

Just then, a series of hurried and rapid footsteps sounded at the entrance of Women's Street, which were particularly clear in the quiet night.

It was Huang Mao Aji who arrived quickly with dozens of men.

Ah-Ji walked at the front of the group, his signature yellow hair standing out under the streetlights like a flame in the darkness.

He was expressionless and moved with a light step, like a leopard hunting in the jungle, exuding a chilling aura of killing intent.

Aji suddenly stopped and looked around warily.

The Women's Street was unusually quiet; not even a stray cat or dog could be seen.

The iron racks and stalls that were filled with all sorts of goods during the day were now all covered with plastic sheets, and the whole street was empty, with only a few pieces of waste newspaper rustling and rolling on the ground in the night wind.

His brothers behind him also sensed something was wrong. They gripped their weapons tightly and scanned the dark alleyways around them with wary eyes.

The younger brother next to Aji scratched his head, his face full of doubt, and cautiously peeked out.

"Brother Ji, something's not right."

"Didn't the intelligence say that Hongtai's men had already taken over Women's Street?"

"Why can't we see a single ghost on this entire street?"

"Did they know we were coming and leave beforehand?"

Ah Ji's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of wariness flashing in his long, narrow pupils.

He slowly turned his head, carefully examining everything around him.

Those tightly closed roller shutters, those dark windows, resembled gaping black eye sockets, and those bottomless alleyways seemed like gaping maws waiting to devour their prey.

His nose twitched slightly as he sniffed the faint, unusual smell in the air.

Years of street fighting experience taught him that this excessive quiet often meant…

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and his pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints.

"Buhou, we've fallen for their trap!"

"There's an ambush! Retreat immediately..."

Just as he was about to call his men to leave Women's Street, he heard a flurry of footsteps and shouts of killing coming from both sides of the street at the same time.

The sound came suddenly and violently, like a floodgate being suddenly opened, and the floodwaters poured out from all directions in an instant.

Xiao Bawang's men poured out from all the corners where they had been hiding, their dark shadows blocking both ends of the street, like a giant net that tightly wrapped around Aji and his gang.

"Cut these rotten apples and bastards from the number-calling gang to death!"

Little Tyrant charged ahead, his large machete held high, gleaming coldly under the streetlights.

His underlings behind him felt no fatigue at all; on the contrary, they were all excitedly shouting because of their recent victory, and their morale was at its peak.

Waving their weapons, they charged forward, shouting and rushing towards Ah-Ji and his men in the center of the street like a tidal wave.

Its imposing presence seemed poised to crush everything in its path.

Aji looked around and saw that the other side had a large and powerful force, densely surrounding his dozens of people. It was clear that his side had been surrounded and trapped.

He quickly assessed the situation.

If we fight head-on, all of our men will definitely be wiped out here.

If we retreat, I'm sure I can get out alive, but these underlings are on their own.

He drew a dagger from his waist, its sharp blade reflecting a blindingly cold light under the streetlights.

He turned around and shouted at his underlings behind him in a deep voice.

"Stay close to me, don't get lost, and don't look back!"

"Come fight our way out!"

"Anyone who falls behind is on their own!"

After he finished speaking, his gaze quickly swept across the encirclement and locked onto the weakest point in the defense.

Then he shot off in that direction like an arrow. The two Hong Tai henchmen who were blocking his way fell to the ground before they could even see where the knife came from, their blood splattering everywhere.

In a one-on-one fight, Little Tyrant is indeed no match for Aji.

But Aji was Wang Bao's top assassin; he probably couldn't even count the number of people who had died by his blade.

His swordsmanship was fast and ruthless, each strike aimed at vital points, without any superfluous movements, clean and crisp like a textbook example.

But now it's not a one-on-one fight, it's a team battle.

With a significant disparity in manpower between the two sides, even Ah-Ji, with his exceptional skills, was finding it difficult to hold his own.

He had just cut down one of the men in front of him when three more men on his left and right sides simultaneously attacked him with machetes.

He wanted to capture the leader first and take down the Little Tyrant, but the Little Tyrant was always surrounded by several loyal confidants who built a flesh barrier around him, giving him no chance to get close.

Therefore, the most rational choice is to lead the remaining people to break through the encirclement and minimize losses as much as possible.

If you survive, you'll still have a chance to turn things around later.

If we perish here, we'll have nothing left.

Ah Ji fought his way through the darkness, and with a few trusted men, disappeared into the depths of the alley.

Those underlings who couldn't escape became scapegoats for the Little Tyrant to vent his pent-up resentment over the years.

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Just as the two sides were locked in fierce combat, with swords flashing and blood flying everywhere, on the rooftop of a Tanglou building not far away, behind a dark window, Lin Bei was silently observing everything that was happening with a high-powered telescope.

The room behind him was dark, with only occasional red and blue spots of light from distant neon lights flickering on his face, making his expression seem unfathomable.

He saw very clearly how Little Tyrant's men ambushed Ah Ji, and how Ah Ji fought his way out.

"Brother Bei, should we go down and seize some territory now?"

"Ladies' Street is a lucrative opportunity! If we can secure it, our shops will be secure in the future!"

Huo Baoming stood behind Lin Bei, rubbing his hands together, eager to try, his eyes shining with excitement.