Chapter 167: A Peaceful Night

... Sister Li obviously also heard the gunshots that pierced the night sky, and a bright smile bloomed on her face like a flower.

However, that smile only lasted for a second. Then it froze and turned into an everlasting sorrow.

Because those bullets didn't hit Chu Tian, Haizi, or Guangzi as she had imagined.

Those bullets, as if gone crazy, passed through Zhangsun Jincheng's head, Zhangsun Zijun's chest, and Elder Han's throat. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, forming a beautiful display of fireworks under the night sky.

The look in Zhangsun Zijun's eyes as she fell was filled with confusion and incomprehension.

"No, no, it's not them, not them," Sister Li shouted hysterically. Her eyes were full of grief and indignation. She pointed at Chu Tian and the others and shouted towards the dilapidated building, "It's them, it's them!"

Chu Tian secretly sighed. Ever since Yumiko had tried to assassinate him with a sniper rifle, he had become extremely cautious about everything. How could he not know that there might be great danger in the dilapidated building opposite? So, after he entered the "Devil and Angel" Entertainment City, Tian Yangsheng and the "Solitary Sword" had also started to enter the dilapidated building to clear out the potential threats. The killers hired by Sister Li were indeed excellent and dedicated. Unfortunately, they had encountered Tian Yangsheng and the "Solitary Sword," who were naturally gifted with the qualities of killers. When killers met the killers among killers, the outcome was predictable.

Moments later, several people came down from the dilapidated building. They were all brothers of the Shuai Jun and also comrades of Haizi and Guangzi. They were all holding sniper rifles in their hands, and their expressions were very calm, as if the fatal bullet hadn't been fired by them. After seeing Sister Li's gesture, they said a prayer for Zhangsun Jincheng and the others. Guangzi had, according to Chu Tian's instructions, told them that if Sister Li finally gave up sniping Chu Tian and didn't give the signal to shoot, they should spare Zhangsun Jincheng and the others. If Sister Li gave the signal to shoot, then they should take out Zhangsun Jincheng and the others. So, the lives and deaths of Zhangsun Jincheng and the others were completely in their hands. Unfortunately, they still didn't want to miss the last chance to kill Chu Tian.

Sister Li seemed to have gone crazy. She threw herself on Zhangsun Jincheng and Zhangsun Zijun's bodies, crying bitterly and heartbroken.

Chu Tian let out a long sigh and said, "When heaven sends calamity, one may still survive; when one brings calamity upon oneself, there is no hope of survival." After saying that, he slowly turned around and left. Sister Li let out a long roar and leaped towards Chu Tian. The short dagger in her hand glinted as she stabbed towards Chu Tian's neck. Tian Yangsheng's eyes widened, and his dark knife twirled in a magnificent circle. Sister Li's figure immediately stopped, and blood slowly seeped out from her chest. The "Solitary Sword" suddenly changed his expression slightly, and his figure flashed. He kicked Sister Li into the "Devil and Angel" Entertainment City with a swift kick in the air. Moments later, with a "boom" sound, Sister Li被炸成了碎片 (It seems "exploded into pieces" could be used here, but I used the pinyin for now). Haizi, Guangzi, and the others quickly went over to check. They saw some fragments of explosive devices scattered on the ground, presumably from Sister Li's body. This explosion scared Haizi and Guangzi a bit. Who could have imagined that Sister Li had explosives tied to her body?

At this time, Chu Tian had walked quite a distance away. He looked dejected and hummed the tune of "The Fisherman's Song at Dusk" by Pang Dahai in a low voice. The night seemed very peaceful. Chu Tian thought to himself that the nights in Shanghai in the future would only be more peaceful. The Jiang Bang had been destroyed, and Zhangsun Jincheng and the others had gone to their graves. In the days to come, who else could compete with the Shuai Jun? Would the underworld be too lonely without opponents? Pang Dahai had died with relief in his hands. What would be his own final destination?

At Yunshui Mountain Residence, Chu Tian watched as the Eighth Master chatted happily with the Xiao sisters, and his downcast mood seemed to improve a bit. At least he had rescued the Xiao sisters tonight, so the Eighth Master's heart wouldn't be so haggard. After the Eighth Master finished talking with the Xiao sisters, he walked up to Chu Tian and said with a smile, "Chu Tian, your adoptive father has a favor to ask of you."

Chu Tian quickly replied respectfully, "Adoptive father, if you have something to ask, just say it. As long as I can help, I will definitely do my best."

The Eighth Master nodded and asked Uncle Zhong to serve Chu Tian a bowl of his favorite ginseng chicken soup. He said calmly, "I want to hand over the Qing Gang to you. Whether you incorporate it into the Shuai Jun or manage it separately, I have no objections."

Guangzi and Haizi beside them were slightly surprised. They didn't expect that the Eighth Master would hand over the Qing Gang to Chu Tian and even allow it to be incorporated into the Shuai Jun. It seemed that the Eighth Master completely relied on Chu Tian.

Chu Tian seemed to have already guessed this result, and there was no change in his expression. He replied calmly, "Okay, I will incorporate the Qing Gang into the Shuai Jun." Then he said to Haizi, "Brother Hai, you take care of this matter."

"Young Master, what about us?" Deng Chao of the Tianlang Sect, accompanied by Hei Jian, appeared out of nowhere and laughed heartily, saying, "Young Master, don't just incorporate the Qing Gang of the Eighth Master. Our Tianlang Sect is also waiting for you to lead us."

Although Chu Tian had guessed that the Tianlang Sect would eventually submit to the Shuai Jun, he didn't expect Deng Chao to act so quickly. He had just eliminated Zhangsun Jincheng and the others, and Deng Chao had already appeared at Yunshui Mountain Residence. It was evident that this old guy had been keeping a close eye on every move of the Shuai Jun. However, in Chu Tian's eyes, Deng Chao and Hei Jian were both passionate men and worthy friends. So he smiled and said, "Is Sect Leader Deng joking? The two hundred men of the Tianlang Sect are all passionate men. How can my Shuai Jun accommodate Sect Leader Deng and all the brothers?"

"Hahaha, Young Master is the one joking. Everyone in the Tianlang Sect respects your character and martial arts skills. We have long had the intention of befriending you," Deng Chao coughed a few times and continued, "Moreover, I'm getting older, and it's really difficult for me to lead more than two hundred men. If I let them go unchecked, I'm afraid it will disappoint these passionate men and break the rules of the underworld. So, I earnestly request your benevolence, Young Master, to allow us to submit." After saying that, Deng Chao and Hei Jian actually knelt down.

Chu Tian quickly pulled them up, sighed, and said, "Sect Leader Deng is so reasonable and righteous that it really makes me feel ashamed. Since Sect Leader Deng is so generous, how can I be stingy?" Then he patted Deng Chao's shoulder and said, "From now on, the brothers of the Tianlang Sect are my brothers, and the brothers of the Shuai Jun are also Sect Leader Deng's brothers."

"Thank you, Young Master," Deng Chao and Hei Jian shouted in unison, their voices filled with excitement.

Haizi and Guangzi felt as if they were dreaming. Goodness, the Tianlang Sect had submitted to the Shuai Jun. In the future, the Shuai Jun could really dominate in Shanghai. The Third Brother was really amazing. In just a month, he had changed the entire pattern of the underworld in Shanghai, expanding the Shuai Jun from more than a hundred people to more than a thousand. It was really unimaginable. Haizi and Guangzi were very glad that they had sworn brotherhood with him. It was probably the best decision they had ever made in their lives.

Chu Tian smiled slightly and said to Haizi, "Brother Hai, please discuss the specific matters with Sect Leader Deng. There are two prerequisites: the territory of the Tianlang Sect must remain unchanged, and the members of the Tianlang Sect must not be separated."

Deng Chao and Hei Jian's faces once again showed expressions of joy. The Young Master was truly an outstanding person. With such a leader who knew how to treat his subordinates well, how could the subordinates not work hard for him?

The Eighth Master and Uncle Zhong looked at each other, and the smiles on their lips were also very thick. After tonight, the underworld in Shanghai would no longer belong to the Jiang Bang or the Ax Gang. It would belong to the Shuai Jun.

Chu Tian didn't go back to the Shuixie Huadu tonight. Instead, he stayed at Yunshui Mountain Residence. He was really too tired tonight and didn't want to move anymore. Haizi, Guangzi, and the others didn't leave either. They were in high spirits and pulled Deng Chao and the others to drink downstairs. In a short while, they became like a family and brothers. Everyone's expressions were filled with excitement, looking forward to the arrival of a new day, a different day.

Chu Tian wanted to fall asleep but couldn't. Suddenly, the door of the room was gently pushed open. Then a petite figure flashed in and closed the door behind her. Chu Tian smiled slightly. The delicate fragrance of Xiao Sirou faintly wafted into his nose. Before he could speak, this petite figure had already钻进了楚天的被窝里面 (It seems "got into Chu Tian's bed" could be used here, but I used the pinyin for now) and wrapped around Chu Tian like a snake. Chu Tian wanted to push her away, but this little girl wrapped around him even tighter. Her soft little hand had already grasped Chu Tian's physical reaction.

"Remember, you're the one seducing me again," Chu Tian said with a faint smile, but his hands were not idle either. The night was long, and his dejection needed comfort, and his emptiness needed to be filled.

Moments later, the two of them were intertwined smoothly. Chu Tian closed his eyes, stroked the smooth thighs of the beautiful girl, and let out a slight "hum." He thrust forward.

Suddenly, Chu Tian felt something was wrong. He stopped all his movements, opened his eyes, and said helplessly, "Nianrou, why are you pretending to be your sister?"

Xiao Nianrou smiled faintly after being seen through by Chu Tian. She said softly, "Why can my sister have you, but I can't? My sister likes you, and I like you even more than she does." After saying that, enduring the pain, she sat down forcefully, and tears slowly dripped onto Chu Tian's chest. They were burning hot, making Chu Tian feel even more guilty.

"You're crying. It's all my fault," Chu Tian sighed, his tone full of apology. His carelessness and impulsiveness had ruined Nianrou's innocence. Seeing Nianrou's tears, how could he not feel guilty?

"Silly brother, these are tears of joy," Xiao Nianrou said in a low voice with a hint of sobbing.

"Why do you have to do this? I can't give you a promise, and I can't give you all my love. Why are you making things difficult for yourself?" Chu Tian shook his head and said. He didn't know what the outcome of his life would be, so it was difficult for him to make any promises. It would be a lie to say that Chu Tian didn't like Nianrou, and it would also be a lie to say that he only liked Nianrou.

"Nianrou doesn't want an outcome or a promise. Nianrou only wants you, the you right now," Xiao Nianrou's voice was very gentle, and her softness made Chu Tian feel distressed (It seems "heartache" could be used here, but I used the pinyin for now). "Is that okay?"

Chu Tian didn't say anything. He stroked Nianrou's little face with his left hand, put his right arm around her waist, and gently touched his lips to Nianrou's alluring cherry lips. Moments later, the two of them were united. Perhaps tonight would be another unforgettable night.

A figure outside the door silently shed tears. She didn't push open Chu Tian's door but turned around and left gently. No one knew that she had been there, just as no one knew that she had left.