Chapter 111 Kill them all

Huhu~
The wind blew, and the grass was covered with blood.

The smell of blood echoed in the courtyard, then rose up from the air, drifting in the wind and spreading into the distance.

"If you don't tell me, I won't know?"

Zhou Yan said with a strange look on his face.

He stripped himself of his own state completely.

But with Zhou Yan's knowledge and understanding over several worlds, he can utilize even an ordinary person's body and soul to their limits.

What's more, when you enter the realm of physical training, your Qi and blood will be abundant, and your spirit will naturally be more sufficient.

It is easy to capture some imprints of thoughts.

"East City, Qingliu Street."

Zhou Yan searched through Zhao Qing's soul fragments, looking for memories. In just a moment, he had found what he wanted.

"I see, it's here."

Zhou Yan raised his eyes slightly, with a hint of smile in his eyes.

Spiritual practice consumes a lot of money, no matter which world you are in. Money, friends, Dharma and place are all very important, and none of them can be separated from money.

Medicinal materials, houses, and meals.

He had almost spent all the money he got from Hu San and his men.

But now, with the wallet waiting for me right in front of me, there is no way I can hesitate.

If it is a serious sect, it would be fine.

Some gangs of thugs were just killed.

"do not let me down"

Zhou Yan has already begun to look forward to what he will gain from this trip.

Taking advantage of the night, Zhou Yan's black clothes served as a natural camouflage. With one leap, he climbed over the courtyard wall and landed silently.

But he is much more professional than Zhao Qing and others.

Whizzing!

After landing, Zhou Yan changed direction and hurried on his way.

Qingliu Street, Dihu Gang.

Its leader, Sun Cheng, was originally a local gangster. Later, he got a martial arts secret book by chance. After practicing, he recruited many colleagues as his subordinates.

Through years of making up for the resources, he had already become a master in the realm of tendon training.

Earth tiger, the tiger of a place.

You are the local snake and I am the local tiger.

Sun Cheng, who came from a gangster family, didn't want anything else. Just having a bigger name was enough to make him proud.

There are many members in the Dihu Gang.

A banquet was being held at this time, and Sun Cheng invited many of his trusted cadres to drink and eat together in order to win over their hearts.

At the innermost part, there is a spacious courtyard.

It is clearly a gang of thugs, but its headquarters is rather magnificent. The courtyard is hundreds of feet wide and quite luxurious.

Wooden tables are set up in the courtyard.

From the largest and widest wooden table in the center, shouts could be heard from time to time.

"Brothers, drink!"

A burly man who was almost 1 meter tall raised his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, causing loud cheers and applause from the people around him.

"Cheers, big brother!"

"Respect, boss!"

Seeing that Sun Cheng had finished his drink, the people sitting around him quickly picked up their glasses, praised him, and drank the whole glass to show their sociability.

Sun Cheng was sitting in the main seat and took a quick look.

Seeing that more than 30 people at the wooden table had all finished their drinks, he nodded in satisfaction.

Then he said:

"Brothers, our Tiger Gang has been established for five years and has been expanding. Who in the whole Mengzao City doesn't know how powerful our unity is?"

Sun Cheng slammed the table, tore off a piece of beef from the plate in front of him, dipped it in a little soy sauce and spicy water, and ate it in big mouthfuls.

After swallowing a few mouthfuls, he said with great pride:

"In recent days, our income has been getting less and less, but there is nothing we can do about it. There is always a limit to this business!"

As soon as the words fell, the originally noisy courtyard suddenly became quiet.

Naturally they understood what Sun Cheng said.

In short, it’s just one sentence.

Expand and make money.

But they and their brothers are fighting desperately.
Glancing at the looks of the people around him, Sun Cheng's eyes darkened, then turned into a smile, and he said:
"Of course, this is very difficult, so I plan to take out the 'Silver Sand Palm' as a reward, so that the brothers will not shed blood and tears in vain!"

Brush brush!
Almost as soon as the words fell, everyone's faces changed again.

He was no longer wary and reluctant, but full of enthusiasm, and he couldn't wait to set out in person and earn a martial arts secret book!

As far as they know, what Sun Cheng learned was the Silver Sand Palm.

Rumor has it that palm techniques can stimulate the blood and qi, strengthen the body, and open the path to martial arts.

With the help of this skill, he cultivated himself to the level of strengthening the tendons, and was not much different from the average elite soldier.

If they can get
Among all kinds of things, the greatest power is power.

A martial arts secret book means that it can be passed down from generation to generation.

Maybe in the future a talented person will appear in the family or among the descendants, who will be promoted to a high position and bring honor to the family.

You know, the imperial court has already begun to ban weapons.

Especially the major martial arts holy places, forces and sects, it is impossible for them to be favored.

There are hundreds of ways to succeed in life, but apart from imperial examinations, martial arts is the easiest way to achieve success, and they are just thugs.

They still have some self-awareness.

For this reason, why not give it a try?

"What a bunch of idiots! I'm going to collect some money here first, and then run away. With money, I can be a landlord anywhere!"

Sun Cheng used the alcohol to hide the coldness in his eyes.

The fact that he was able to rise from a mere gangster to the leader of a faction today was not something he relied on just a martial arts secret book.

"By the way, where is Zhao Qing?"

Sun Cheng glanced at the banquet and saw that Zhao Qing was not there. He frowned and said:

“Why can’t I see anyone else?”

Zhao Qing is half of our family. He is the most obedient person on weekdays and he never misses a meal or banquet with wine and meat. Why is he absent today, which is unusual for him?

"It seems that someone has dared to touch our brothers, and Brother Zhao seems to have taken people to seek revenge!"

On the side, a man thought about it and then said.

Zhao Qing's reputation is still very big. Martial artists at the flesh training realm are rare among them, and his strength is not weak.

Therefore, there is communication.

"That's fine. We can't let down the reputation of our Tiger Gang!"

Sun Cheng nodded, quite satisfied.

Huhu~
The autumn wind is getting colder, but it can't blow away the fiery heart. After drinking and eating meat, even if you haven't practiced martial arts, you will still be hot-tempered, not afraid of the cold, and bragging happily.

"Ah."

"There are no tigers in the mountains, but the monkey is the king?"

Just when the atmosphere was getting tense, a sigh suddenly sounded in the courtyard, cutting through the noisy noise and drowning out the shouts of dozens or even a hundred people.

The shouting stopped.

Everyone turned to look, and Sun Cheng was also stunned, looking at him with a gloomy expression.

I saw only the gate of the courtyard.

Under the flowing moonlight, a man stood with his hands behind his back, staring at me.

boom!
At once, more than a dozen people slammed the table and stood up, saying arrogantly: "Fuck, who are you? How dare you disturb us brothers from eating and drinking?"

"Damn it, beat him up!"

"Hit him!"

"Don't hold back, kill him!!!"

In just a moment, the crowd was excited.

There were also some who were more alert and stepped back a little. They seemed to be a little sober and realized something.

"Hmm? How did he get in?"

Sun Cheng trembled all over, the alcohol was gone, and cold sweat dripped down.

You know, this is the inner courtyard.

There are hundreds of Dihu Gang members standing guard outside. Although they will definitely not act obediently, how could they get in so easily?

How did you do it?
"A few ants gather together and think they are elephants?"

Zhou Yan looked indifferent as he looked at the nearly one hundred people in front of him. Although most of them had good skills, there were even some warriors at the physical training level.

But, without exception.

In essence, they are just hooligans and thugs.

"I'm very curious, who gave you the courage to expand beyond a group of local thugs?"

"Stick out your claws so ignorantly?"

There was a hint of coldness in Zhou Yan's eyes.

Some light and shadows and fragments of thoughts echoed in his mind, and Zhou Yan read and eavesdropped on the hidden words.

A martial artist at the tendon training stage is at most at the level of a sergeant, able to suppress the thugs in a city and establish a foothold for his gang.

This is the result of spending a lot of money to make arrangements.

If we expand further outward, do we really think that those local tyrants, family forces, sects and gangs, and even government officials are just there to do nothing?

A city is full of people.

It has been divided cleanly long ago.

Your force is made up of ruffians. You don't have any experts, you don't have any power, and you don't have any background at all.

How to dare to spy on others?

It's nothing more than some restless people wanting to create chaos and then benefit from it.

Sun Cheng is just an insignificant chess piece.

"Aren't you being too arrogant?"

Sun Cheng also stood up and slammed the table, his face showing a cold expression. He swept his right palm in a circle and said, "How dare you be so arrogant in front of so many brothers in our Dihu Gang?"

How can you bear being humiliated in front of so many people?

In addition to being extremely angry, I also felt fearful.

Could it be that he knew about my affairs?

"Ok?"

Sun Cheng's brows suddenly frowned as he smelled a very strong smell of blood on Zhou Yan's body, which was still very fresh and had not yet decayed or dissipated.

I felt bad in my heart.

Could it be
"You're right, there's no one outside."

Zhou Yan let out a long breath and stretched his bones slightly. A crackling sound came from inside his body.

In the deep night, he stood at the gate of the courtyard. Although the gate was open, it seemed as if nothing was flowing in or out.

It's like a door god, blocking everything.

Under the falling moonlight, Zhou Yan had already surrounded the hundreds of people in front of him. He stretched out a hand, smiling, but his eyes were cold:
"So, die."

Being able to say a few more words was already Zhou Yan's way of holding back in order to obtain more information.

As soon as the word "death" was uttered, the noise in the yard fell completely silent.

On the body of a lone figure in front of the courtyard gate.

Endless murderous intent emerged.

As the cold wind blew, gusts of chilly air came straight to the body. After Sun Cheng, some people were sobered up by the shock.

Then, there was anger.

There were a hundred people present. Could it be that they were afraid of a young kid?
"kill!!!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a sound of people slamming the table and leaving.

Crackling!

A bunch of porcelain bowls and wine glasses fell to the ground, breaking into pieces and splashing everywhere.

Nearly a hundred people in the inner courtyard all moved.

What does nearly a hundred people mean?
A hundred men can form a team and charge into the battlefield.

A hundred people who all have martial arts skills, even if they are just thugs, will definitely not be a small scene if they work together.

Zhengzhengzheng!
Rays of sword light suddenly appeared.

The dark night in the courtyard seemed to turn into day, and was instantly covered by bright sword light. The sword light was like a net, covering Zhou Yan!
Daqian prohibits the use of weapons, and even more so the use of swords.

But that only targets ordinary people. Which force with a little bit of influence does not secretly store weapons for attacking and killing?

Swish swish!
Daggers were unsheathed one after another, and the sword lights were like a forest and a net.

Although the courtyard is large, these thugs have practiced some kung fu. Among them, there are martial artists who have reached the physical training level. At this time, they draw their swords.

Three steps become one step, and they are already from all directions.

Swing the knife towards Zhou Yan!

Chi Chi Chi!
The sword light was like rain, and large areas of air flow were cut through.

The unarmed thugs kept roaming around, while the ones wielding knives approached Zhou Yan and brandished their weapons.

Sun Chengze did not make a move, but instead held the hilt of the knife at his waist, alert to Zhou Yan's every move, and watched the fight outside his men.

Always ready to support.

"good very good."

"When facing the enemy, just use your knife. You are quite decisive in this regard."

Zhou Yan had an indifferent expression. Even though the sharp white knife light was approaching him, he didn't care at all. Instead, he reached for his waist and grasped the short knife he had just received from Zhao Qing.

"Since you guys started with the knife,"

"Then, I'll take action."

(End of this chapter)