Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Black Bear Spirit?

In broad daylight, in this wonderful world, with science so advanced, there's actually a Black Bear Spirit?

"Which grasshopper just jumped out? I, Brother Long, will chop you up!" Hei Long gnashed his teeth and declared, his posture quite impressive.

Only then did everyone snap back to reality, and the members of the Hongjing Association burst into uproarious laughter. Ye Ling was too funny, daring to say that Hei Long was a Black Bear Spirit. He must be the first one in Huayang District to ever dare such a thing.

"You say you're not a Black Bear Spirit, then what the hell are you?" Ye Ling asked with a disdainful laugh.

Hei Long's face turned ashen: "Brother Long is no 'thing.'"

"Ah, my bad, I spit, Brother Long is Hei Long. Friends on the streets give me face by calling me Brother Long. What the hell are you?" Read exclusive chapters at empire

Ye Ling cleaned his ear, looked at Mu Ninghan and the others from the Hongjing Association, and asked, "Do you guys call him Brother Long?"

"Brother Long my ass, he just said it himself, he's not a 'thing.'"

"In our Hongjing Association, there's no Brother Long, just a dark, black bug."

Mu Ninghan was even more dismissive: "Don't ask me, I have no idea which podunk hole he sprang out of, some bumpkin dares to call himself Brother Long."

At these words, Hei Long was so angry his black face turned green, his eyeballs bulging, as if even Zhang Fei from thousands of years ago wasn't as reckless.

"Mu Ninghan! You wild mare, I, Brother Long, am giving you one last chance. Submit to me and merge the Hongjing Association into the Hei Long Gang. Otherwise, today my Hei Long Gang will wash the Hongjing Association in blood!"

Hei Long brandished the Mountain-splitting Knife in his hand and shouted loudly; his followers behind him waving their Mountain-splitting Knives as they roared and howled, and I must say, they really had some gangster flavor.

Mu Ninghan's beautiful features turned ice cold, her fiery red lips tightly pursed: "Hei Long, keep dreaming. Even if it means death today, I won't submit to you, nor will I allow the Hongjing Association to merge with the Hei Long Gang!"

"None of my brothers in the Hongjing Association are afraid of death!" After Mu Ninghan finished speaking, the brothers from the Hongjing Association filled both floors of the Imperial Dynasty Disco, each waving their arms in response.

Hei Long's face darkened gradually. This woman truly wouldn't take the toast but insisted on drinking a forfeit, it seemed there would be an inevitable battle today, or else the reputation of the Hei Long Gang would suffer.

Just as Hei Long was about to give the command, out popped Ye Ling with the urgency of someone trying to spare lives under his knife.

"Hold on, let me persuade her," Ye Ling said as he walked up to Mu Ninghan, slapped her on the shoulder, his face feigning anger.

"You, why are you so unappreciative? What Hei Long said is great. Merging Hongjing Association with the Hei Long Gang is such a rare opportunity."

"Think about it, you're a woman, and it hasn't been easy for you. Now you have a shortcut. Knowing that after the Hei Long Gang and the Hongjing Association merge, not to mention Huayang District, even in the whole of Donghai City, it would definitely be a large organization. How can you be so delusional?"

After hearing this, Hei Long immediately laughed, giving a thumbs up: "This brother speaks his mind. It seems Brother Long misunderstood you just now, not bad, not bad at all. Persuade Mu Ninghan, why spill blood and wage a war unnecessarily?"

Ye Ling glanced at Hei Long, then turned to Mu Ninghan and said, "So, will you merge with the Hei Long Gang or not? If not, I'll get angry with you!"

"Is that really okay?" Mu Ninghan said, taken aback.

Upon hearing this, Hei Long was overjoyed and, waving the Mountain-splitting Knife, said: "How is it not okay? I think it's perfect."

"Pretty good? Fine and beautiful, you fool, that's settled then, after the merger between Hei Long Gang and Hong Jing Association, of course, major decisions will still be made by Hei Long Gang, but we can give Mu Ninghan some power over the minor matters," Ye Ling said loudly, cleaning his ear.

Hei Long nodded eagerly, his eyes lighting up. This guy had a slick tongue. Just a few rounds of negotiation and Mu Ninghan had agreed?

If he had known it was this simple, what was the point of exhausting himself? Finding someone with a slick tongue would have been enough.

"Alright then, I'll listen to you," Mu Ninghan said, his face red, not quite sure what had just happened.

Ye Ling pointed at Hei Long: "You there, you bear spirit, I'm talking to you, stop gawking."

"From now on, world peace, national wars, those will be your department, and all other matters will be considered minor. You can stay out of those," Ye Ling said casually.

Hei Long nodded fervently, but then something didn't seem right to him.

World peace, national wars?

What did those have to do with him, a big brother in Hei Long Gang? At that moment, he finally realized he'd been played by Ye Ling, treated like an actual bear spirit.

"You bastard! How dare you trick me?" The bear spirit—no, Hei Long's face was filled with fierce killing intent, and his eyes gradually turned red, filled with blood vessels.

After hearing these threatening words, Ye Ling scoffed with contempt, "Trick you? And what if I did? I'm from the circus; I specialize in handling disobedient beasts like you."

"Brothers, within the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, I want not a single member of Hong Jing Association left standing!" Hei Long roared furiously, lighting a cigarette and putting it in his mouth.

"Roar! Kill!" A crowd of no less than a hundred men charged towards Ye Ling and the others.

The Mountain-splitting Knives they carried were raised in mid-air, and under the dazzling colorful lights, a sinister killing intent flickered—a glint of death.

"Hmph, just when I was feeling irritated today, you guys show up. Perfect timing to take it out on you!" Ye Ling said grimly, his feet barely touching the ground as he dashed towards the crowd.

Mu Ninghan was shocked. There were a hundred thugs, each with real combat experience, and more than half of them had a strong smell of blood, clearly having killed before.

Ye Ling, quick as lightning, charged like a robust cheetah straight towards the nearest person.

Bang, he kicked out, sending an unprepared thug flying into the incoming crowd, and in a brief moment of shock for another hoodlum, his Mountain-splitting Knife was already snatched away by Ye Ling.

He unconsciously opened his hand, and skin split, flesh burst open; it wasn't a sharp blade cut, but an injury caused by sheer force twisting.

Ye Ling, wielding the stolen Mountain-splitting Knife, twirled it up and down, the sounds of breaking bones and screams intermingling. Thugs armed with knives fell like dominos on either side.

The butt of the cigarette fell from Hei Long's mouth, his eyes trembling uncontrollably. This was a formidable and well-trained tough guy. But then he regained his composure.

Hei Long took a deep breath, gripping his Mountain-splitting Knife backwards, propelled forward with a step, his muscular body charging like a mad bull towards Ye Ling.

And his Mountain-splitting Knife slashed down fiercely.

A glint of cold light reflected into Ye Ling's eyes, but the gleam in Ye Ling's eyes was even sharper than the knife's edge.