Hot Blood: Dominate the World with Your Fists

Chapter 325: Directly Disregarding Martial Ethics

In a dark and damp room at the deepest part of Nameless Street.

The rudeboys gathered together, their eyes fixed on a battered television with a flickering picture.

At this moment, a piece of news that shocked them was being broadcast on TV. The female host with exquisite makeup was reporting the news in a serious tone.

"In response to the public's recent expressions of deep concern and dissatisfaction regarding the increasingly severe security situation in the SWORD region, our government has decided to take decisive action to swiftly address this egregious security problem. To this end, we have formulated and will soon implement a new policy."

The hostess paused and continued, "This policy clearly states that the area commonly known as 'Nameless Street' must be forcibly demolished and completely rebuilt, and all illegal residents living there must also be forcibly evicted!"

As the news was broadcast, every member of the rudeboys showed deep sorrow and distress on their faces.

Kitano Takeshi was particularly confused. He muttered to himself, "Where does our future lie?"

Although Dongye Huanglong had previously revealed relevant information to everyone in advance, and this policy has now been officially introduced, they still find it difficult to accept this cruel reality.

The higher-ups so easily blamed all the security problems in the entire SWORD area on the rudeboys group and ruthlessly ordered their expulsion.

Faced with the decisions made by this behemoth of a country, everyone in rudeboys feels an indescribable sense of powerlessness.

It feels like being swept away by an irresistible torrent, and you can only go with the flow without any power to resist.

However, this is not the most terrifying thing. You have to know that all the people living on this nameless street are actually ghosts who have lost their identities.

In other words, they are like wandering ghosts in the world, completely beyond the protection of the law.

Nameless Street became their only shelter and the only place that could accept marginalized people like them.

Once they leave here, there will be no place for them in the vast and unfamiliar world outside.

For the residents of Nameless Street, the future seems like a dark painting with no light or hope.

Just then, Smoky walked into the room. He noticed the low morale and shouted, "Now is not the time to give up! We still have a chance to turn the situation around!"

Hearing Smoky's words, the originally dejected members of Rudeboys raised their heads and cast their eyes full of doubt and expectation on this protector who had always seemed to be omnipotent.

Smoky smiled and said slowly, "Good news! Dongye Huanglong has successfully contacted high-level officials and persuaded them to reissue our identities!"

Before he finished speaking, the crowd erupted in exclamations. The fiery-haired P, in particular, blushed with excitement. He eagerly asked, "Really? So, can we live a normal life like ordinary people from now on?"

"Yes, our responsibility now is to get everyone from Nameless Street out of here. This place will no longer exist no matter what." Smoky said this with some sadness. After all, this is his hometown.

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Before long, the nameless street became empty and deserted, with only the snowflakes still flying slowly down from the gray sky.

In such bitterly cold weather, the once bustling Wuming Street was now dead silent. Even by the blazing bonfire in the middle of the street, no one was seen trying to keep warm.

If it weren't for the still jumping and flickering flames and the occasional sound of wood cracking, anyone would probably have deep doubts about whether this was an unnamed street.

This nameless street, which had previously suffered from the ravages of fire, is now ablaze again!

The fire was incredibly fierce, like a giant beast with bared fangs and claws, madly devouring everything around it. Thick smoke billowed into the sky along with the flames, and a strong, pungent smell filled the air, making it almost impossible to breathe.

At this moment, at the entrance of Wuming Street, a group of men in black suits were standing ready with a variety of weapons in their hands.

A rough estimate shows that the number of people in this group is as many as thousands!

Their tall and stern figures appeared particularly hideous and terrifying in the flickering firelight, like demons from hell.

Standing at the front of the team were the eight presidents of the Kowloon Group.

They looked serious, their eyes fixed on the nameless street in front of them that was engulfed in flames.

Behind these eight presidents, huge excavators and bulldozers were neatly arranged, their engines roaring, as if ready to rush into the ruins at any time.

"Humph, these guys are really patient and good at hiding! Even such thick smoke can't force them out." Looking at the devastated scene in front of him, Jiacun Longmei couldn't help but frowned slightly and sighed.

I saw Kurosaki Junlong looking at the densely packed buildings in front of him with an indifferent expression, his eyes revealing a sense of determination and coldness.

He raised his chin slightly and shouted to the group of eager men around him, "Since that's the case, don't hesitate any longer and charge straight ahead! Tear down all those damn buildings and leave no one behind! Don't worry about whether there are any survivors inside, and don't worry about the consequences. Follow my orders now!"

As this roar sounded, it seemed as if the entire space was shrouded in the murderous aura emanating from him.

The people on Nameless Street that he mentioned were just a group of humble lives without any identity, existing in this world like ghosts.

For Kurosaki Junlong, the life and death of these people is not important at all. The only thing he cares about is how to achieve his goal quickly.

As long as he succeeds this time, he will become the new boss of Kowloon Group.