If he could in one battle take the head of Baili Feng, this Young Master of the Cyan Fish Gang, that would be something even Sikong Li and Quan Feng together had failed to do before. Then his prestige in the Jiao Blood Gang, and even among the Sea Pirates of this whole sea region, would surely soar.
And in these past days he had by chance gained a stroke of fortune on a nameless island in this sea region; after his strength greatly increased, he felt his own power was not necessarily inferior to Sikong Li's.
"As long as I can kill Baili Feng today, how will Sikong Li compete with me in the future? The Vice Gang Leader's seat will be mine… and even the Gang Leader's seat might not be out of reach!"
Zong Buhui's heart seethed with ambition, fully ignited; he knew he had to win this battle, and win it beautifully.
