#175 - Chapter 175 Mediation

The Green Bamboo Gang arrived with about a hundred men. These men looked solemn and imposing, each appearing particularly energetic, as if preparing to face a battle of life and death.

Cheng Feng hid in the shadows, his eyes fixed on them. He had already prepared himself, and as soon as the Green Bamboo Gang dared to make a move, he would no longer conceal his strength.

As they approached the battlefield, the Green Bamboo Gang disciples finally stopped. One of them shouted loudly, "Stop fighting! Hongmen disciples and Wolf Head Gang disciples, stop fighting now!"

Cheng Feng never expected that the Green Bamboo Gang's arrival was not to support the Wolf Head Gang. He couldn't help but become intensely interested in the situation before him, and he turned his gaze to Li Yang.

Li Yang stood there expressionlessly, seemingly unaffected by the arrival of the Green Bamboo Gang.

Li Yang was a little surprised to see that the reinforcements they had brought were asking for a ceasefire, but seeing that his own protector hadn't expressed any opinion, he didn't dare to order a stop to the fighting easily.

However, some of the Wolf Head Gang members, seeing the Green Bamboo Gang's formation, assumed that they had come to help them, so they relaxed their vigilance. But who knew that this relaxation would give the Yang Hall disciples an opportunity? They took the chance to slash at the Wolf Head Gang members, and instantly several more fell into pools of blood.

Zhao Jin was so angry that he stamped his feet. He shouted angrily, "What are you yelling for! You should come down and help us! Are you just going to watch us get killed?" His voice was full of anger, and he was clearly very disappointed with the Green Bamboo Gang's performance.

The Green Bamboo Gang members also looked helpless at this time, secretly lamenting in their hearts. They knew very well that if they really participated in the battle, the outcome would be uncertain, and who would live and who would die was really unknown!

Fortunately, they had a backup plan. A person suddenly darted out from the Green Bamboo Gang's ranks, quickly took something out of his pocket, and then ran quickly to the corner, handing it to the patrolling guard who was watching the show.

The patrolling guard took the item and saw that it had the chief's personal seal on it, and he couldn't help but feel very helpless. There was no way, since the chief had spoken, he could only stand up and shout, "Stop! Everyone from the Hongmen and the Wolf Head Gang, stop! County Sheriff has an order!"

Seeing the government officials come forward to mediate, Cheng Feng immediately signaled Eight Hundred to send a message to Li Yang. Because the two were soul-bound, Eight Hundred instantly understood Cheng Feng's intention, so he raised his arms and shouted loudly, "Hongmen disciples, cease fighting for now, retreat while fighting, and gather where Li Yang is!"

Hearing this familiar tone and command, Li Yang's heart, which had been hanging high, finally fell back down. He also followed Eight Hundred and shouted loudly, "Hongmen disciples, follow orders, retreat while fighting, and gather here with me!"

Hearing Li Yang's shouts, the Hongmen disciples who had been assigned to Li Yang's command also passed the message on. The voice grew louder and louder, gradually spreading throughout the battlefield.

Hearing these words, the Yang Hall disciples also gradually stopped their fierce fighting, instead adopting a defensive posture and slowly retreating. At the same time, the Wolf Head Gang disciples also began to consciously move closer to their leader, Zhao Jin.

Watching the Hongmen disciples advance and retreat in an orderly manner, Cheng Feng felt very satisfied—clearly, their training had not been neglected.

In the Green Bamboo Gang's crowd, a burly man in his thirties was staring intently at the Hongmen disciples' actions. On his rugged face, his brows couldn't help but furrow: "Just who is this Cheng Feng? The Hongmen disciples are so well-trained? It seems that there are indeed capable people within the Hongmen!"

This burly man was Zhao Jin's uncle, named Zhao Tai. Because he was worried about his nephew's safety, he took the initiative to request to come and support him as soon as he heard the news.

What surprised Zhao Tai was that the gang leader's order was perplexing: "Go and mediate! It's not appropriate to start a war with the Hongmen right now. The Wolf Head Gang is your nephew's force, so you must pay close attention to it."

Zhao Tai understood Peng Yuyan's intentions, but his heart couldn't help but sink: "Can't those guys in the gang see the current situation clearly?"

If it had been in the past, Peng Yuyan would never have said such a thing. He would have definitely sent people directly to attack the Hongmen without hesitation.

But every family has its own problems. Every gang has its own issues and difficulties.

The Green Bamboo Gang has been entrenched in the position of the city's southern overlord for decades, and everyone has their own desires and self-interests. For a long time, they have been accustomed to comfort and only dared to be tyrannical internally.

Now, facing the newly emerging Hongmen, the opinions of the people have become inconsistent. The old guard is used to enjoying comfort and advocates making money with harmony, while the younger generation is impulsive and wants to suppress the Hongmen's spirit. Gang leader Peng Yuyan is nearly fifty years old. Is it really because of age that he has become soft-hearted?

Zhao Tai was unaware of this and had no intention of paying attention to it. He just wanted to handle his own affairs first.

This has always been a secret buried deep in Zhao Tai's heart. Back then, his elder brother entrusted him to take care of his sister-in-law before he died, but who would have thought that he would have committed such a shameful mistake after a drunken stupor.

In order to cover up this secret and avoid being accused and criticized by others, he had to build up his image as someone who valued relationships and loyalty, and he had kept it hidden from Zhao Jin until now. For this reason, he had never started a family.

At this time, seeing the Hongmen disciples stop their hands in an orderly manner, Zhao Tai quickly asked anxiously, "Nephew, are you injured?"

Seeing that his uncle had appeared as expected, Zhao Jin happily replied, "Uncle, please rest assured, I am safe and sound. Those Hongmen lackeys can't hurt me at all."

Hearing these words, the Hongmen disciples gripped the hilts of their swords tightly, their veins bulging, as if they were ready to draw their swords at any moment. Li Yang was the same, gently placing his hand on the hilt of his sword, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's. As long as the other party dared to say another word, Li Yang wouldn't mind killing him.

Zhao Tai saw this clearly, felt the change in the atmosphere, and was shocked. He hurriedly shouted loudly, "Don't be quick with your tongue, quickly come behind me!"

The Wolf Head Gang had a large and numerous force, with more than a hundred men. The Hongmen's Yang Hall also had more than a hundred disciples, but at this time, the corpses and severed limbs left on the ground mostly belonged to the Wolf Head Gang.

After a fierce battle, the Wolf Head Gang was left with only about forty people, while the Yang Hall still had more than sixty people, and none of the Ren Hall disciples were injured. Only two training camp disciples had unfortunately fallen.

Cheng Feng secretly compared the strengths of the two sides, feeling slightly gratified, and felt that the results of this battle were acceptable. If these surviving disciples were sent to the training camp for further study in the future, they would surely become the backbone of the sect.

As for the unregistered disciples, the composition of the personnel was more complicated, including those who had been recruited by other gangs in the past, those who had voluntarily joined the sect, and those who had dropped out of the training camp because they could not persevere. However, those who were able to survive now were undoubtedly the elite of the elite.

The government's patrol guards were only responsible for stopping the fighting. After the battle ended, they stood quietly on the spot, waiting for the crowd to disperse.