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Chapter 470 The Crippled Gang Uses Exorcists to Eliminate Li Ji
Delulu trembled all over, and her hair began to stand on end.

The devil's whispers kept echoing in my ears.

"Squad leader, you seem to be shaking. Are you angry? Don't bottle up your emotions, it will make you feel terrible. Let them out."

A strong, foul breath gradually rose from my chest, reaching my lips and teeth, and I was about to exhale it.

Dailu swallowed her breath abruptly.

"Don't be angry, meow."

"I'm really not angry. Just imagine that scene, you—"

"What does this have to do with me, meow?"

Dailulu's expression was calm, her ears were perked up, she stopped breathing, and her eyes were completely indifferent, as if her heart was as still as water.

Milia smiled slightly. The class monitor's patience was too strong. With such a strong sense of pride, she definitely didn't want to make the first move.

I wonder if she could be so patient if it were me?

Dailulu didn't even glance at Kiki and went straight to the changing room.

Kiki could only stare helplessly at the other person's malicious smile.

A fire of anger was burning in my heart.

"Those guys are so annoying. This reaction confirms it; it must have been them. I can't take it anymore; I've had enough!"

A shout came from outside the dressing room: "Kiki, are you fucking dead in there? It's taking you so long to change clothes!"

"Coming right away!"

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In a public housing apartment in New York, members of the limping gang are having a meeting.

Maps of the territories of various gangs were posted on the wall, with the red Blood Gang logos like a surging tide, while the blue Crippled Gang logos were reduced to mere specks.

The black men hung their heads, and the atmosphere was freezing cold.

The core member wearing a baseball cap sat by the wall and sighed, "This operation has caused us heavy losses. We don't have much territory left. If this continues, not only will we lose face, but our brothers won't be able to afford to eat. What M3?"

The leader glared at him: "Don't talk such discouraging things, my nigga. We have to get rid of these four guys before we can retaliate!"

The black hand poked at the four photos hanging on the wall.

It was Li Ji and his three companions.

"The Fright Four! We have to take them out first! My nigga."

Everyone lowered their heads, no one dared to speak, and no one even had the courage to look up and look directly at the photos.

Many people in the venue were survivors of the battle at Bridge No. 11. Although they were fortunate to have survived, the indelible fear hung over them like a dark cloud.

These guys aren't just cowardly thugs; most of them have been murderers, been to prison, and faced life and death several times.

Many people can remain calm and composed in front of the police.

But when faced with the Fright Four, they had no temper whatsoever.

The bandaged ribs were still throbbing, and the bullet wounds on his hands and feet were still clearly visible.

The image of him, riddled with bullets yet still alive, remains vivid in my mind.

How many people, upon hearing the howl of a wild cat in the dead of night, were so frightened that they fell off the boat and spent the night clutching a pistol, too afraid to sleep?

What's more terrifying than death is having someone who could easily crush you spare your life, leaving you to live the rest of your life in fear of that person.

It was lucky that one person survived, but the fact that all 46 people came back alive was a provocation and a mockery by the other side.

Worst of all, these gangsters, who give American police a headache, were utterly incompetent and panicked in the face of this provocation.

In the days following the incident, they searched everywhere for information about these four people, trying to find their weaknesses.

But the result was fruitless. These four people seemed to have fallen from the sky, leaving no clues whatsoever.

The leader glanced at everyone, a hint of sympathy flickering in his eyes. "I know what you're all thinking. You've all tried your best these past few days, but our opponents are, after all, the Fright Four. They're immortal beings who wield magic. As the saying goes, 'Fight magic with magic.' So I've brought in an outside helper." He knocked on the door, and a refined-looking Asian man entered, holding a fifth-order Rubik's Cube in his hand.

He didn't look at the Rubik's Cube, but his hands were spinning it rapidly, solving it in no time. Then, without stopping, he quickly scrambled it again, and then solved it again, repeating this process repeatedly.

"This is the exorcist we've invited—Master Danny. He possesses mysterious Eastern magic and can help us kill the Fright Four."

Everyone immediately perked up.

For these gangsters, whose average education level is only elementary school dropout, magic is an important part of this world, but it is monopolized by the evil bourgeoisie, and they have no chance to experience it.

The exorcist named Danny smiled and took a black gun out of his trench coat pocket, placing it on the table.

The key members in the front row leaned forward and took a look: "This is a toy gun."

Danny smiled and said, "Magic doesn't depend on a medium; even a toy gun can kill a demon."

He then pulled a small transparent bag from his pocket, which was filled with orange plastic bullets.

Everyone frowned in unison: "These are BB guns. My son is two years old and he's only ever played with live ammunition."

Danny remained silent, then took out three silver toy guns and three bags of bullets of different colors.

"Orange bullets, used to eliminate this adult male."

"Red bullets, used to eliminate this child."

"Blue bullets, used to eliminate this woman who likes to meow like a cat."

"The purple bullets are for eliminating this big-breasted girl."

"Don't make a mistake."

Everyone listened attentively without a doubt; no one would disobey an exorcist, especially one found by their own boss.

Holding one of the bags of bullets, the leader asked with some skepticism, "Master, I've witnessed your magic before. Can these bullets really kill the Fright Four?"

"Absolutely no problem, but remember, never use the wrong bullet."

"Thank you, Master."

The leader took a briefcase from the table, spread it out on the table, opened it, and stuffed it full of US dollars, making everyone below extremely envious.

Danny closed the box and took it away.

The leader quickly selected the four best gunmen in the gang.

"Now that we have magical weapons, we can definitely kill the Fright Four. The rest of you, go out and gather intelligence. As soon as you find out their whereabouts, tell me immediately."

Everyone dispersed, except for one key member wearing a baseball cap who remained.

He was one of the four gunmen, and his target was Lee Ki.

"Boss, I have something to tell you. My new girlfriend wants to join our gang."

The gang leader glared at him: "When the gang is facing life or death, you're still thinking about your new girlfriend? You change girlfriends every week, are you going to bring them all to the gang?"

The core member glanced at the door and said, "Boss, this time is different."

“Every time you say it’s different, but in the end you sell them all to be prostitutes.”

“This time it’s different; she knows the whereabouts of the Fright Four.”

The eldest brother's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"real."

"Bring her here quickly."

"She's right outside the door. Kiki, come in quickly."

The door was pushed open, and a beautiful Black girl walked in. She was wearing loose-fitting clothes, but they still couldn't hide her curvaceous figure.

"Hello, boss."

(End of this chapter)