CHAPTER 231: CHAPTER 231: OVERESTIMATING ONESELF

Shen Jinci was unmoved by his rage.

He spoke, his indifference unchanged, "Then, what do you think I came back here for?"

"You just want to take advantage of the Godfather’s absence to seize power, right? I’m telling you, the Godfather will be back soon, and you won’t succeed!"

"Seize power?" Shen Jinci chuckled lightly and said indifferently, "If I wanted to seize power, do you think you could stop me?"

Allen was shaken for a moment by the domineering aura emanating from Shen Jinci, but then, in a fit of angry shame, his eyes revealed murderous intent, "What makes you think you can do it? Do you remember the rule you set before? Once you leave the White Dove, you cannot set foot in continent S for the rest of your life. Have you forgotten?"

Shen Jinci’s eyes narrowed, his voice tinged with a hint of cold, "I also remember there’s a second part to that rule. As long as you can defeat an officer of the White Dove, you have the temporary privilege to stay in continent S."

"Defeat? With the state you’re in now, you cannot possibly defeat me!" Allen looked at the wounds on Shen Jinci’s body, laughed contemptuously, "You must have been seriously injured just now, right? No matter how skilled you are, without a weapon in hand, what makes you think you can win against me! I am no longer the Allen of the past, I am not your defeated subordinate anymore!"

"You think I will lose?"

"The once unbeatable Mors, the perennial victor of the Underground Kingdom, but now, you’re just a piece of junk who hasn’t held a gun for a long time! You’ve stayed in the light for too long, do you even remember how to survive in the darkness?" Allen grinned fiercely, yet his facial features were compelling as he said, "I came to find you today to send you to meet God and avenge the humiliation I suffered in the past!"

After he finished speaking, Allen took off his suit jacket, revealing a metal arm underneath, and he looked coldly at Shen Jinci, unable to hide his pain and anger, "Do you remember this arm? Shen Jinci! All my misfortune, it’s all because of you!"

Shen Jinci had won against many in the Beast Fighting Arena.

Back then, in the Underground Kingdom, those in power would place bets in the Beast Fighting Arena, where men fought each other to the death for the amusement of onlookers.

Shen Jinci had seen Allen in the Beast Fighting Arena, his hand was personally disabled by him.

"You should know, to be able to survive and leave the Beast Fighting Arena, it was already mercy from me." Shen Jinci was unmoved by Allen’s accusations, his demeanor cold-bloodedly indifferent, his voice also chillingly thin, "I don’t think your fate is unlucky."

"My father was a noble! I was never one of the White Dove! I begged you to spare me, but you ruined my arm, made me a cripple, my father despised me, went so far as to kick me out of the house, I could never return to my family, I could only struggle to survive in the ’White Dove’, all thanks to you!"

Allen’s eyes were bloodshot, with an unbearable hoarseness in his voice: "Over these years, to gain the trust of the Godfather, you have no idea what I’ve had to endure!"

Shen Jinci knew Wei Shuqian well; this man was cruel and ruthless in his methods, extremely brutal towards those beneath him. For Allen, being disabled, to climb to his current position step by step, must have taken untold humiliation and suffering.

"So, you insist on settling the score with me here?" Shen Jinci’s voice was wan, the sunlight outside the church landing on his pale face, coldly detached as if he was untouched by worldly affairs.

Who could have imagined, he once struggled to survive in the mire, that he was once bloodthirsty and ruthless?

"I will defeat you, I want you to die by my hand!" Allen laughed maniacally, his blue eyes filled with chilling resentment, he looked at Shen Jinci, his voice cold: "Let’s begin!"

The indifference in Shen Jinci’s eyes gradually took on a sharp coldness. He took off his coat, casually placing it on a nearby wooden table, then without another word, he struck out at Allen.

All these years, Allen had repeatedly dreamt of all the moves that Shen Jinci had used against him.

He had already defeated many people. After Shen Jinci left the White Dove, he trained day and night, fighting invincibly within the organization, until he finally had the credentials to stand by the side of the new Godfather.

And now, Shen Jinci was seriously injured, having not set foot in the bloody carnage for many years, and with a gun still in his own hands, this should have been a battle without suspense, where he could finally overcome the nightmare that had troubled him for so many years, where he could finally avenge his past humiliation!

But... he lost.

Allen laid subdued on the ground by Shen Jinci, with blood scraped across his face.

Dust floated in the air, Allen remained in the posture of defeat, motionless.

His handsome face bore an expression of disbelief as he mumbled, "Impossible... this can’t be real! I can’t lose!"

In Shen Jinci’s hands was Allen’s cherished sidearm; with an emotionless face, he methodically unloaded all its bullets. After that, he tossed the now empty and cold metallic magazine in front of Allen.

"This model was modified by me back in the day, and you used it to kill me?" Shen Jinci’s voice carried a hint of sternness as he said, "Now, take your things and get out!"

Allen’s eyes filled with shock and pain.

After a brief moment of fear, he stared fiercely at Shen Jinci and slowly stood up.

He hadn’t expected that after so many years, Shen Jinci was still so difficult to defeat.

But what of that! He had plenty of ways to kill him!

Even if... it meant resorting to underhanded techniques!

"Come here!" Allen shouted, "Everyone, come in!"

These were all new members of the White Dove; they had not seen the former Godfather and only felt that this Eastern man before them, with his imposing manner, naturally induced fear in their hearts.

"Mors, did you think I had no backup plans? Isn’t there an old Chinese saying, ’The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind’?" Allen sneered coldly, looking at Shen Jinci’s still unemotionally cold face, his own expression turning ferocious, "Beg for mercy! Why don’t you beg for mercy!"

"Get out." Shen Jinci looked expressionless at Allen, "Aren’t you following White Dove’s rules anymore? I have just won against you, now I am in ’S’ State, you have no right to interfere."

"Who saw you win against me!" Allen spoke bitterly, "I want you gone for good! These men are my confidants; they will not obey your orders!"

"All of White Dove’s people are subject to the Godfather’s command; dare you foster private factions, are you seeking to rebel?" Shen Jinci’s eyes narrowed, his voice icy.

"So what! No one will know!" Allen laughed wildly, but the next moment, his smile subsided, and he coldly looked back at his own men, "He already knows our secrets, I command you, kill him!"

The men hesitated only for an instant, then all raised their guns at Shen Jinci.

Shen Jinci’s face was cold, his eyes narrowed as he watched this unfold.

Allen’s smile deepened, he slowly lifted his hand, then with a violent drop, exclaimed excitedly, "Fire!"