Hot Blood: Dominate the World with Your Fists

Chapter 199: Nameless Street Exploded

While the Daruma family and the White Devil were being beaten, the nameless street where the rudeboys lived was also in dire straits.

Ever since Smoky received the urgent message from Dongye Huanglong, he has been anxiously leading everyone to search around the nameless street, trying his best to stop the impending explosion.

However, this nameless street was too vast, and despite their best efforts, they were ultimately unable to successfully defend themselves.

In an instant, without warning, a deafening explosion erupted! A deafening roar echoed through the sky, and then, blazing flames and billowing black smoke shot up into the sky, as if ripping the entire sky apart.

Those who were unlucky enough to be in the center of the explosion were instantly torn to pieces by this violent force, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and body parts scattered like raindrops.

Although most people managed to escape without suffering fatal injuries, they were all injured to varying degrees. Only a very few lucky few managed to escape the catastrophe unscathed.

But the disaster did not stop there. The explosion continued to spread and rage, and almost the entire nameless street was engulfed in the merciless sea of fire.

The cadres and members of the rudeboys were terrified by the thrilling scene. Their ears were almost deafened and buzzing from the huge noise produced by the explosion; their eyes stared blankly at the familiar street in front of them that had been completely engulfed in flames, their faces filled with disbelief and horror.

They never dreamed that such a terrifying scene of purgatory would appear before their eyes. For a moment, everyone was panicked and in chaos, completely losing the ability and courage to deal with the crisis.

"Wuwuwu..." A sudden burst of mournful cries pierced the previously calm air. Following the sound, they saw a makeshift, shabby wooden hut engulfed in blazing flames, billowing black smoke that billowed like a giant, savage black dragon.

The wooden house was completely engulfed in flames, the flames shooting up into the sky, and the scorching heat made it difficult to approach. The children inside were terrified by this sudden disaster, completely panicked and could only cry helplessly.

As the fire grew more intense, the wooden houses began to emit crackling sounds and the entire house shook violently. After all, these wooden houses were hastily built by themselves, and the structure was not stable enough. Now, under the ruthless raging of the fire, they were even more shaky and in danger of collapsing at any time.

Just as the rudeboys were still hesitating and didn't know what to do, suddenly, a black shadow came rushing over like lightning. The person was not afraid of the raging fire in front of him, and jumped up and flew into the small window of the wooden house.

Just as the wooden house was about to collapse under its weight, a dark figure, swathed in flames and thick black smoke, burst through the tightly closed wooden door. He then rolled on the ground, quickly extinguishing the flames on his body.

When everyone looked closely, they saw that the figure was none other than Smoky, the leader of the Rudeboys—the patron saint of Nameless Street! Even more surprising, he was holding a tear-stained little girl in his arms. It was obvious that he had successfully rescued her.

"Are you okay?" Smoky asked with concern, quickly standing up, then reached out and gently rubbed the little girl's slightly messy hair. His eyes were gentle and firm, as if he was conveying strength and comfort to the little girl in this way, indicating that she didn't need to be afraid.

However, just as Smoky opened his mouth to speak, he suddenly felt an itch in his throat and couldn't help coughing violently: "Cough cough cough..." Along with the coughing, his already pale face instantly became even paler, without a trace of blood.

He subconsciously raised his hand to cover his mouth, trying to suppress the cough, but it was no use. The bright red blood still seeped out from between his fingers, dripping onto the ground, splashing out shocking blood flowers.

It was obvious that the large amount of ash he had just inhaled had caused great damage to his already fragile body, causing his condition to deteriorate rapidly.

At the same time, the little girl next to him was also affected and started coughing along with Smoky.

However, even though she was also uncomfortable with her face flushed and tears in her eyes, she suppressed her discomfort and said obediently: "Brother Smoky, I'm fine, I'm used to it."

Hearing the little girl's sensible words, Smoky couldn't help but feel a complex emotion. He looked at this strong child and instantly understood the hardships she had experienced.

"Really? So you're the same as me." Smoky murmured to himself, with a complicated look in his eyes.

Then, he took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, turned around, and decisively gave orders to rudeboys and others: "You, come with me to rescue people!"

"Yes!" rudeboys and the others responded in unison. Their eyes were fixed on Smoky, as if all difficulties would be solved with his presence.

So everyone immediately followed Smoky's instructions and headed towards the dangerous area without hesitation.

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At this moment, Sanwang Street is immersed in tranquility.

Inside the coffee shop, the store manager Naomi, like countless ordinary days before, completed her task of purchasing the ingredients needed for the day at the market. She carried a bag filled with fresh fruits and vegetables and various ingredients and walked home briskly.

However, this tranquility was soon shattered. A sudden roar like thunder erupted, followed by a series of violent explosions.

Naomi was startled by the shocking sound, and instinctively she quickly turned her head to look in the direction of the explosion.

In the distance, in a place that should have been blocked by towering high-rise buildings, a beam of fire suddenly rose up into the sky. The billowing black smoke was like a ferocious beast, rising into the sky with bared fangs and claws, illuminating half of the sky red, as if the end of the world had come.

"This... is this Nameless Street? What on earth happened?" Naomi stared at the place where the flames shot up into the sky with wide eyes, and an ominous premonition suddenly surged in her heart.

Just as she was shocked, another deafening "bang" was heard.

Following the sound, I saw a huge truck, like a wild horse running away, breaking through a thick wall on the side of the street and rushing straight into Sanwang Street.

The truck was packed with men, each with a ferocious expression. Meanwhile, figures in black continued to emerge from both sides of the street like a tide, roughly estimating there to be over a hundred. Each of them had a ferocious expression on their faces, armed with clubs, knives, and other weapons. Their ferocious appearance was chilling, and it was immediately clear they were no good.

Following closely behind the rampaging truck were several black Mercedes-Benz sedans and several vans specifically used to carry people.

As soon as these people arrived, they started smashing and destroying everything. For a moment, the entire Sanwang Street fell into chaos and panic.

"Everyone run!" Naomi immediately reminded loudly.

"Everyone come here quickly, we found a beautiful girl!" A man in black holding a stick spotted Naomi and shouted to his companions to come over.

"Let me go!" Naomi resisted immediately, but how could she break free from the restraints of these people when she was powerless?

At the critical moment, people from the Sanno Federation rushed over on motorcycles and rescued Naomi in time.

"You bastards! Just wait and see how I kill you!" Cobra looked at the destroyed streets and instantly became furious.