The blazing inferno had engulfed the entire entrance hall of the first building of the factory complex. 

Many had died instantly, but the unfortunate survivors' anguished wails echoed out in the red hue of the burning flames. 

Lu Nanfeng was feeling a chill run down his spine, but he did not pity them. Since he had arrived here, it was a question about whether they survived or the Organization's men survived. 

There was no pity on the faces of the Wen Sihan's men either. Instead, it was full of excitement. His eyes were glistening as he saw the flames, and he was smiling while listening to the cries. Lu Nanfeng could not help but raise an eyebrow in surprise.

He knew that Wen Sihan had grown up in a crime syndicate, and his outlook on life was different from Lu Nanfeng's; to him, life was nothing more than a game, and killing was as usual as cutting weeds. 

"We cannot enter this building," an expert in explosives walked towards Wen Sihan as he spoke.

Wen Sihan looked at the expert, his one eyebrow raised in questioning. "The flames have already gotten hold of the building," the expert said. "If we enter, we will likely get caught up in the inferno, unable to escape, even if the building does not collapse by that time."

"So, the ones inside have no chance of escape?" Wen Sihan caught the critical points of the sentence, and the expert nodded his head. "If the Mo Yunhuang guy is in this building, he will not survive."

"He is not here," Wen Sihan said as he narrowed his eyes. "He is definitely in another building, overseeing our advance and waiting to make a move at the right time. Although we took him by surprise, he has prepared for our visit a long time ago, and will gladly play with us."

Lu Nanfeng frowned, but he felt that what Wen Sihan said was true. Mo Yunhuang was not easy to defeat, and he would not be killed just like that. He was likely in another building, observing them through cameras. 

Lu Nanfeng looked around, and just as expected, he saw various cameras hanging up high on the light poles. 

Wen Sihan saw them too and waved his hand at the armed men following behind him, who started shooting at the cameras, and sparks appeared as they went out of order.

They did not linger around the first building but moved further into the factory grounds, where they found multiple buildings, but just as they began walking down the roads, a groan was heard, and a man fell down.

"Snipers!" someone called out, and everyone gathered around Wen Sihan and Lu Nanfeng to protect them with their lives.

Looking at the man who had died instantly, Lu Nanfeng could see from where the man had been shot the direction of where the sniper was located. 

But just as he looked at that place, he heard another grunt, and another person collapsed. Blood began flowing in rivers from the corpses, and the bodies became more and more. This scene kept repeating until Wen Sihan's men finally managed to locate all the snipers, taking them out one by one.

The snipers had killed a full fifty-nine men, and alongside the ones who died in the first explosion, Wen Sihan had already lost a total of sixty-six men. 

Wen Sihan was smiling when he thought about it. To annoy Mo Yunhuang was a great accomplishment, but he was not satisfied with just annoying him, he wanted to annoy him to death!

Lu Nanfeng understood that while things were seemingly looking well, they had entered the tiger's den, and that there was a chance that they might not be able to get away from here. 

Since they arrived, it was all a question about who was stronger one, since only the strongest would survive. Lu Nanfeng was not very familiar with these battles between the two syndicates, but he understood that they were impossible to escape from when one ventured into it. 

This was also likely why Wen Sihan was so different from others. He had walked on the edge of life and death for many years, and he never knew if he would survive the next battle. 

Especially now when he was up against Mo Yunhuang. Mo Yunhuang and Wen Sihan were the two strongest, and most promising youngsters in the underground world; they were also both extremely talented, and had big plans for the future. 

But a mountain could not house two tigers, and the abyss did not have space for both Mo Yunhuang and Wen Sihan. They had been meeting in skirmishes over and over again, but now things were different. They were finally willing to settle their disagreements once and for all, and the battle was unavoidable, even if they had not planned it to be so soon.

It was clearly because of He Lixue that things had been pushed forward, but neither Wen Sihan nor Mo Yunhuang minded it. Both of them understood the seriousness of this battle, and both of them had done extreme preparations. 

As they advanced, everyone was on high alert. There was a big chance that more snipers were present, but nothing happened, even as they reached the second building. 

This building was a hall where the production machines had been located before, but it had long since been vacated, and only the empty space was left. 

Mo Yunhuang was not so simple. He knew that if he placed his men inside the building, they would be like sitting ducks if Wen Sihan decided to use yet another missile. 

It was unknown how many missiles Wen Sihan had brought, but it could not only be two. Since he had managed to bring them, he had to have quite a few.

And right they were, Mo Yunhuang had called all his men back, and the hall was now empty, but the eerie atmosphere was enough to cause them all to feel a chill down their spines.