[Jiangcheng Pier]
Feng Wuhen hadn't realized that the Dragon Gang still wasn't finished with them yet. Even after they'd escaped to the Southeastern district, the gang had sent over more than a hundred men to kill them. Currently, they were hiding in a warehouse beside the pier. If he and his four brothers were trapped into fighting, they would be no match for a hundred men with knives, no matter how strong they were.
The first floor of the warehouse had already fallen into their enemies' hands. The group had been forced up to the second-floor rooftop and was protecting the only staircase with their lives.
Feng Wuhen couldn't remember how much blood had stained his hands, but he knew that he had killed at least a few dozen gang members along the way. He gripped the bloodied knife in his hand.
"Who did you call?" he yelled at the leopard head man, Xiao Wu, with a sharp gaze.
Xiao Wu answered, "Xiao—Xiao Luo."
"Sh*t. Why did you call him?"
