Apocalypse Forecast

Uncle Liu remained silent, just sipping his tea.

Yet the oppressive tension lingered in everyone’s hearts, causing their expressions to change...

Goddamn it, right off the bat wanting half from my hands!

This is completely different from what was agreed upon beforehand!

You people from the Lin family really don’t act like humans!

But now, it’s either mutual destruction, the fish dies, and the net breaks, or give up half of the illicit accounts, is there any other choice?

In a brief silence, everyone finally made their calculations.

"If that’s the case, let’s go with it then."

The first to speak was the dark-skinned Egyptian, Cyrus. His mixed group was the fastest in trading herbs and making drugs in his chemical laboratory, giving up half of the old and frail wouldn’t hurt the roots.

In contrast, Red-Nosed Ronnie’s face changed.

Recently, more than half of the profits from the smuggling at Huangquan Slope were in their hands, suddenly asking him to let go was like cutting his flesh.

But the situation was stronger than people.

Seeing everyone nod either slowly or quickly, even the people from the Light Illumination Sect chose to submit, what else could he do...

He could only grit his teeth and nod.

After a brief silence, Lin Nineteen looked at those faces, and finally, let out a long breath.

Finally, he looked to the head of the table.

Still not sure.

"Fourth Aunt, are you making the decision, half?"

The dignified woman nodded calmly, "Rest assured, if even one less, Fourth Aunt will compensate you."

Thus, Lin Nineteen smiled.

He asked again around him.

"Is this what everyone thinks?"

For a moment, everyone nodded, not wanting to cause trouble at this time.

"Well, if that’s the case, let’s have a cup of tea."

In the entire conference room, on the long table, the only young man with the right to war smiled, first raising his teacup, and offered a distant toast:

"Let’s consider this matter over today, shall we?"

In response to his invitation, those originally grief-stricken gloomy faces forcibly squeezed out smiles of a host and guest having a pleasant time, wanting to quickly conclude.

As for the days to come, they are still long.

There’s always a debt to settle slowly.

Just like that, in the aroma of tea, everyone’s laughter became harmonious and harmless.

In a congenial atmosphere.

Whether awkward or proficient, everyone drank the tea in their cups to signify the establishment of the alliance.

Finally, Lin Nineteen put down the teacup in his hand.

Wiped his mouth.

He said:

"Then let’s go to war."

With his words, rumbling sounds faintly emerged.

In the city covered by rain and mist in the distance, flames suddenly surged.

The moment he made the decision, from Kyoto to Osaka, from Huangquan Slope to distant Tsushima, the four islands, Hokkaido... countless large vehicles burst from the darkness, and in the compartments they opened, long-waiting extreme path warriors wielding swords aimed at their predetermined opponents and launched attacks.

Full-scale war arrived at this moment.

Ear-piercing sirens erupted from the headquarters of the Triad, with sharp screams coming from outside the door.

All at once, everyone’s faces changed, including Fourth Aunt, who had just been smiling at the head of the table. Those leaders with sudden changes in expressions drew their weapons in an instant, aiming at Lin Nineteen’s face, now filled with indignant rage.

Even Uncle Liu’s action of drinking tea came to a halt.

Dark pupils lifted.

The Superior of the Path of Karma looked down, indifferently at the troublemaking little brat before him.

"Little Nineteen, what are you up to?"

"Doing what should be done, Uncle Liu."

In front of those gun barrels, Lin Nineteen tilted his head, lit a cigarette at the corner of his mouth, casually blew out a puff of smoke, "The mediation meeting is over, peace talks failed, the farewell tea was drunk, what else can we do?"

He grinned, a mocking smile.

"Of course, go to war."

In the deathly silence, another pair of cold eyes looked over here.

"Is Little Nineteen messing with me?"

Fourth Aunt’s smile disappeared.

That dignified face turned cold and grim, devoid of the blood of the living, only pale as if it’s ashes burned out, with long hair curling and writhing like snakes, ready to devour someone: "Or are you saying, you’ve grown up, become capable, and even Fourth Aunt doesn’t count anymore in your eyes?"

"Fourth Aunt, what are you talking about, I never meant to offend you, ma’am."

Lin Nineteen puzzledly took down the cigarette, extinguished it in his hand, "See, I’m very grateful for your care, fully agree with your peaceful intentions, and especially agree with your idea.

It’s just, the sole problem lies here."

He raised his pointer, pointing at himself, questioning his elder, fully perplexed: "When the hell did I ever say—I’d settle for just half?"

In that instant, his reverence disappeared.

The flames of ferocity erupted in his pupils, cruel and rising: "Coming here today, I respected you as an elder, but what the hell do you amount to? When do matters in Kyoto fall to you to speak?"

Behind him, the door suddenly shattered.

As if cut by an invisible sword blade.

A disheveled figure fell in, staggered back, supporting himself on the table, almost unable to rise up. Originally guarding outside the door, Lin Eleven opened his mouth, vomiting blood, his broken right arm raised, pointing at the figure walking in from outside.

The Samurai with a beard and hair like an Old Monkey.

The loose sportswear had been dyed red with blood, becoming so grim, covered with cracks and gunshot wounds. The blood coursing down his face couldn’t conceal the darkness beneath.

Curses spread on his face like corpse spots.

Yet, no smile dared.

Braving Uncle Liu’s murderous intent, he walked step by step into the hall, tilting his head, saying to the boy beside him, "Everything outside has been settled... but your cousin, accidentally chopped off a hand, is it okay?"

"It’s fine, it’s fine."

Lin Nineteen glanced at his disheveled cousin, carelessly retracting his gaze, "The Lin family’s surgeons are the best in Dongxia, as long as there’s a breath left, a couple of stitches and some rest will be just fine."

On the table beside him, Lin Eleven suddenly roared angrily, propped up his body, trying to grab him.

But immediately, a hand shot out fiercely, grabbing his face, pinning him dead against the table, like pinning a chicken ready for slaughter.

Sturdy as iron tongs, not allowing him any bit of resistance.

Exactly Lin Nineteen.

"Everyone, you came to call me for a talk, I talked, you wanted to share a cup of tea with me, I drank, you wanted sincerity, I gave... but what did you tell me? Half?"

Ignoring his cousin’s dragging hand, he lifted his blood-smeared face, looking around all present, uttering each word clearly:

"I travelled so far to get here, do you think I’m here for charity?"

"Today, here, I’m saying this one last time! Hand over all your mixed-bloods!"

"Either all, or die!"

The bright Hwai Knife was drawn, swung offhandedly, and embedded in the long table, buzzing, reflecting faces of rigidity.

"And you, Uncle Liu—"

The fierce young man lifted his pupils, coldly engaging in a stare with the elder at the end of the long table, as if a young snake flicked its tongue at a Python, carrying identical darkness and savagery.

"You want territory, want to reach a hand into Tanbo, you could have told me, why push a family fool out to speak? Remember, today, no matter how many died or what was lost, it’s all for that stupid Fourth Aunt being idiotic dead!"

A piercing scream sounded.

Blood splattered.

For his hand wielded the knife fiercely pressing down, the sharp Hwai Knife carved a deep crevice across the table, severing his cousin’s other hand straightforwardly.

A severed hand flew, landing in front of Fourth Aunt’s furious face, its fingers still twitching, futilely seeking help.

While beneath, the young man gripping the knife gazed at her face, no longer concealing disdain and disgust, "Wearing a suit tying a tie, wielding a cell phone, is it useful? Huh?"

"Eat shit!"