It was discovered that six people had managed to escape. While Liu Yong'an and the others lamented their poor marksmanship, they jumped down from the second floor and rushed to the entrance on the first floor to chase the six who had fled.
However, at that moment, Liu Yong'an and the others heard the distinctive sound of a sniper rifle, a sound they would never forget, and saw a terrifying scene they never wanted to see again.
At the first gunshot, one of the six fell, his head exploding like a watermelon. Two seconds later, the second gunshot rang out, and another fell, his head also exploding just like the first. Five gunshots, five headshots, and all five of the fleeing killers were dead. Seeing the heads of the men who had been hit by the large-caliber sniper rifle explode, with blood and brain matter spraying out from their necks, even the tough Liu Yong'an and his men couldn't help but vomit. It was too disgusting and too terrifying. Glancing back at the corner of the second-floor window, they saw Li Guohui smiling and giving them a thumbs up, his evil grin causing genuine fear in Liu Yong'an and the others.
A sniper who had been on the battlefield could be so terrifying. Liu Yong'an couldn't help but think that their group had fought for so long, and apart from the few live targets, most of the others had been killed by grenades. In reality, the only people they had personally shot were those who had surrendered. In such a narrow space, they hadn't hit a single moving target.
But in such a wide-open area, with the targets in a chaotic state of flight, Li Guohui had managed to take them down one by one, each with a headshot. It was truly terrifying, and he was indeed a worthy instructor.
While Liu Yong'an and the others were stunned, the last remaining person, Ah Yong, had already reached the Hummer. His hand was on the door handle, and he was just about to open the door and start the engine to escape this dangerous place. A smile of relief spread across Ah Yong's face as he thought, "I've finally managed to escape. I'll never do this kind of dangerous work again. I've made enough money bullying people in the first half of my life. From now on, I'll live a normal life."
Liu Yong'an also saw Ah Yong running to the Hummer and immediately shouted, "We can't let this person escape. Kill him!" The young men from the fishing village finally reacted, realizing that one person was still alive, but it was too late. The distance between them was at least 50 meters, and given their poor marksmanship, they couldn't stop him in time.
But at that moment, another gunshot rang out. With a loud bang, Ah Yong's arm holding the car door exploded, the entire arm shattered, leaving only the wrist gripping the handle.
The sudden impact knocked Ah Yong off balance. When he focused, he saw that his arm had been severed from his body. The pain from the severed arm finally reached his shoulder.
The intense pain caused Ah Yong to fall to the ground, screaming wildly. Seeing this, Liu Yong'an and the others finally relaxed, giving Li Guohui a thumbs up. They then approached Ah Yong with the young men from the fishing village.
Seeing Ah Yong crying and wailing, one of Liu Yong'an's men confiscated Ah Yong's AK-47. Liu Yongquan, who had a personal grudge against Ah Yong, came over and kicked him angrily. This was the man who had broken his father's arm and forced his mother to kneel and beg for forgiveness during their first conflict.
Liu Yongquan sneered, "Did you ever think this day would come? Since heaven won't take you, I'll do it for heaven." With that, he shot Ah Yong in the head, blowing it apart.
Thus, of the ten killers Guan Daqiu had relied on, only two remained. Out of 40 people, only five were still alive, and the rest had been killed by Li Guohui and Liu Yong'an's group. The Guan family's notorious criminal organization in Donghai City had been completely dismantled.
From ambushing Guan Daqiu to killing these 25 subordinates, it took less than half a day to end the battle with overwhelming force. Looking at the numerous bodies, Liu Yong'an and the others were speechless.
They couldn't believe that the criminal organization that had oppressed them for ten years had been so easily dismantled. As they looked at each other, they burst into loud cheers.
Li Guohui looked at the young men and thought, "You really have a good leader. He was willing to spend a lot of money to buy you grenades, a scarce resource, and even luxury cars for transportation. In the entire battle, all you did was run and throw grenades."
Any group Li Guohui trained for three months could do this. These young men were truly lucky to have a leader like Hai Long. Suddenly, he realized he was now one of these lucky ones. Looking at the scar on his chest, Li Guohui thought happily, "Hai Long is now my leader too. After this mission, I can probably live a life where I only work two mornings a week, rest for five days, and earn an annual salary of 200,000."
After everything was over, Li Guohui used a stranger's phone to send a pre-arranged code to Hai Long, informing him that the mission was completed and there were no casualties.
It was New Year's Eve. Hai Long had already called his mother, asking her not to come back for the New Year and to enjoy her trip with his grandparents in Sri Lanka, where the temperature was around 20 degrees, perfect for a winter vacation. He didn't want her to ruin her trip because of the New Year.
To kill Guan Daqiu, Hai Long needed an alibi. If the police investigated, they would easily trace it back to him. He needed to be in public all day to clear his name. So, Hai Long went to the 1913 Cafe.
Sitting on the sofa at the 1913 Cafe since the morning, Hai Long anxiously waited for news. It was his first time facing professional killers, and although he had Li Guohui, the young men from the fishing village lacked experience and had only been trained for a short time, far inferior to the professional killers who had been fighting for over a decade. He was extremely anxious but couldn't show it, so he just sat there, waiting helplessly.
It wasn't until noon that his phone rang. Hai Long quickly checked it and saw the code. He leaned back into the sofa, letting out a long sigh of relief. His heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled.
It was good that the young men from the fishing village were safe. He couldn't believe how well they had performed. Under Li Guohui's leadership, none of them had faltered, and they had completely annihilated the enemy at the abandoned shipyard.
Hai Long thought, "Guan Daqiu, with 25 of your trusted subordinates dead, you now have only five left. I don't believe you won't flee to the sea. Once you're in the sea, I, Hai Long, will make sure you don't leave a trace. The angry soul of the Dragon King has been waiting impatiently." Thinking of the harm Guan Daqiu had done to his family, Hai Long couldn't suppress his anger.
Hai Long sank into the sofa, feeling comfortable. He hadn't had a good rest in days. He decided to sleep well and then deal with Guan Daqiu. He guessed that Guan Da Hai didn't know his subordinates were all dead yet.
Hai Long slept until the evening, not only easing his tension but also relaxing his body.
While Hai Long slept soundly, Guan Daqiu was in a panic. The 25 subordinates he had sent to kill the others hadn't returned. In a hurry, he called Ah Yong, but a stranger answered, telling him that Ah Yong and the others were dead and that he should prepare to die.
Twenty-five killers, who had fought with Guan Daqiu for ten years without a single death, were all gone. Guan Daqiu couldn't help but think, "Who have I offended to have such powerful enemies?" Now, he only had five killers and 200 gang members left. The 200 gang members were useless; they would run at the sound of gunfire. The five killers were his only real assets, but if 25 killers were killed, what use were these five?
In just one afternoon, Guan Daqiu, locked in his villa, had his hair turn white from worry. Sitting in the meeting room with the five killers, they smoked incessantly. Finally, one of the killers said helplessly, "Boss, should we call the police and let them handle this?"
Guan Daqiu's first reaction was to throw a chair at the speaker. "Calling the police in a gang fight? How can I still be respected on the streets?" He raised the chair, but his subordinates quickly cowered. However, he then thought, "I'm at the end of my rope. If I don't call the police, I'm dead. After Liu Yong'an's group killed my subordinates, they'll come for me next. With only five loyal subordinates, how can I fight them? I was planning to go straight anyway. If I call the police, I'll just give up the nightclubs and other businesses and focus on legitimate work."
Putting down the chair, Guan Daqiu sat back in his chair, lit another cigarette, and sighed, "What do you all think about calling the police?"
After ten years of fighting, the group had lost their edge. Each of them was wealthy, with assets in the millions. They all had multiple wives and mistresses, and the world of lights and music had become a dream. With so much money, who wouldn't want a normal life? Money was meant to be spent, not just a number on a bank statement.