Such situations happened many times in the North District. Sometimes, the two gangs would kill each other just because one of the gang's underlings had been teased and started beating people up. Perhaps someone was trying to sow discord between them, but none of that mattered anymore. Wasn't reputation the most important thing in life? Seeing his woman being taken advantage of by others, he pretended to be a coward. He believed that as long as they were out to mingle, they wouldn't be able to swallow this. Just like that, the fuse was ignited. The cycle of being beaten up, getting revenge, and getting revenge continued. The entire North District began to fall into chaos. It was as if there was an invisible hand controlling everything in the dark, disrupting the originally peaceful North District.
There were many gangs in the North District, and they did not interfere with each other. However, recently, the friction between the gangs had been increasing day by day. Some smart masters took the opportunity to annex some small gangs in the process of fighting. As the New Year approached, there were only four gangs left in the North District. The Azure Dragon Triad, the Four Unity Society, Dong Xing, and the newly established Heaven and Earth Society.
Speaking of this Heaven and Earth Society, their origins were mysterious, and the main members were even more unclear. In the turmoil of the first month, a strange army suddenly appeared and devoured more than ten weaker groups with lightning speed. It occupied three main streets in the North District, four disco halls, and three nightclubs, which were also chicken shops. The business of these shops was very hot, and the daily turnover was enough to make the other three gangs jealous.
Since the gangs could survive the turmoil, none of them were freeloaders. He knew the principle of not acting rashly without knowing the details. As the end of the year approached, the northern district gradually returned to peace.
Calamity Dao slowly faded from people's memories, Situ Xiaotian was a small wave in the flood of memories, disappearing in an instant.
This society was just so realistic. It looked at the results and did not pay attention to the process. No matter how popular or spectacular you are, if you don't persevere or die halfway, then sorry, you can go wherever you want to play.
In the eerie crematorium, black smoke would occasionally rise from the chimney where the bodies were burned. A puff of black smoke represented the end of a life and the reporting to the King of Hell. Usually, if there was nothing to do, most people would not go there unless they were crazy! It was usually very idle at the end of winter, but there was an endless stream of people coming today. Looking carefully, most of them were young men in their twenties. These people were wearing well-ironed black suits with white flowers pinned on their chests. Their hair was combed into a glossy bun, and their expressions were solemn. The memorial hall was overcrowded.
The crematorium staff were very puzzled. Even if the leader held a memorial service, there wouldn't be so many people! At a glance, it was a black mass of human heads. It was fine, but the young people in their twenties looked as if their biological father had died. Their eyes were filled with tears, but no one made a sound. They were in their twenties, and they were in their rebellious phase. It was better to kill them than to tell them to stay put. When the crematorium staff saw a very handsome young man holding a young man's portrait with red eyes, their jaws dropped to the ground. Could it be that these people were here to mourn for this young man?
The truth answered their doubts.
The handsome young man placed the photo in the mourning hall that had already been decorated. The atmosphere in the mourning hall was very serious and solemn. When a refined young man was about to give a speech, everyone lined up and gathered in front of the photo. The scene was silent. The heavy atmosphere was like a thousand pounds of rock weighing down on everyone's hearts. Suddenly, the soft sobs grew louder and spread like a plague. Everyone cried at the same time, making the staff outside feel sad. They couldn't understand how this young man could have such a great appeal. Instantly, the entire hall was filled with cries.
"Swoosh!" The three hundred people present suddenly became shorter and knelt on the ground in unison. They no longer had the demeanor from before. They were like children who had lost their loved ones, crying with snot and tears. A few of them even fainted from crying.
"Situ Xiaotian was born on May 10th, 1980. He died on January 28, 1999, at the age of 18. This person did not have any outstanding deeds in his life. However, he had feelings. There was a love for his parents, a sincere love for his lover, and a sincere love for his wife. There was a burning friendship between brothers. Although he had passed away, he still lived in the hearts of everyone present. It was him who made us no longer endure humiliation and mockery. It was him who brought us together again. It was him who gave us human dignity. He has already left us, but his love and righteousness have become our role model and our motivation to move forward…"
Wu Yong's face was expressionless as he spoke word by word, as if he was talking about the deeds of an unknown person who had passed away. However, his resentful tone ignited the gunpowder in everyone's hearts. The crowd began to rage.
"Military Advisor, give the order! Let's go destroy the Knife Association's branch and chop off Du Qiu's head to pay tribute to Brother Tian.”
"Du Qiu's death is not worth regretting. Skin him!”
"Give Du Qiu a taste of the ten great tortures of the Qing Dynasty and let him have a taste of death by a thousand cuts!”
" Everyone, calm down. We need a detailed plan…"
The bloody words frightened the crematorium staff. Only now did they know that they were a gang of mafia, a group of evil kings who killed without blinking.
The news of Situ Xiaotian's death was well hidden by the people of the Robbery Dao. However, as the saying goes, there is no such thing as an impenetrable wall. After being spread by someone with a heart, it was like a stone that stirred up a thousand waves. The entire North District began to boil.
The people in the underworld recalled their memories. No one would forget Situ Xiaotian, who was not defeated by a huge blow. No one would forget Situ Xiaotian, who was calm and calm when facing dozens of enemies. No one would forget Situ Xiaotian, who fought alongside his brothers.
The tragic battle with the Knife Association a few months ago was dug up. Originally, they had fought against 100 people, but after rumors spread, the number of people Situ Xiaotian and the others had fought against had actually increased to 1,000.
Since then, Situ Xiaotian's reputation had reached an unprecedented height, becoming an invincible legendary existence. The gang leaders in City H naturally wouldn't care about a dead person, and they also tacitly agreed that Situ Xiaotian's deeds would be spread among the gang.
However, what they did not expect was that a hidden danger had been quietly buried, which also led to the reshuffling of the city's underworld structure...
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