Chapter 38: Red Tiger Fist Manual

Following the sound, a robust figure walked out from the inner room, moving with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger.

An invisible intent rippled outward, causing the Small Leader of the Red Tiger Gang and the many disciples to cover their heads one after another.

Qin Jiang also felt slightly dizzy; he turned his head to look at the person who had arrived, feeling as if he were facing a giant tiger patrolling the mountains, and only after focusing his gaze did he see clearly.

He was draped in a large black cloak, with a crimson tiger descending the mountain embroidered on the cuff of his left sleeve, looking exceptionally fierce.

With a square face, a thick beard, and dense, jet-black hair, he appeared to be in the prime of his life, showing no signs of age at all; one could not tell at all that he was of the same generation as Wang Minglang.

The newcomer let out a soft "Eh," not expecting that besides Wang Minglang, there was actually someone else who could withstand the pressure of his fist intent.

Wang Minglang let go of the hand he was holding onto Qin Jiang and turned back to look at the newcomer, "Old Nie, long time no see."

His voice was calm, but Qin Jiang could hear a trace of anger in Wang Minglang's tone.

"Indeed, long time no see. Won't you sit for a while? I guess you came to join the Red Tiger Gang for the sake of this kid, didn't you?"

Nie Dongsheng looked at Qin Jiang, his eyes narrowing slightly with a hint of disdain.

"Your kung fu is practiced quite well, actually being able to block my fist intent pressure."

Wang Minglang's eyes turned slightly cold, "That is none of your concern! Give me a straight answer."

"Tsk, a straight answer?"

Hearing this, Nie Dongsheng laughed, clutching his stomach in an exaggerated manner, "Fine! Since you, Wang Minglang, have come in person, how could I not give you this face?"

Having said this, he changed the subject and tilted his head slightly, "However, this disciple of yours, I heard he has already practiced the Iron Arm Fist to the Third Layer, right? Wouldn't that mean he could hold the position of Deacon?"

Tsk tsk tsk.

He shook his head slightly, "This position of Deacon is not something I can just decide casually. Besides, without merit, one cannot convince the masses, right? How about Head Chief? How does that sound?"

Wang Minglang was silent for a moment, "Head Chief will do."

Nie Dongsheng curled his lips, wearing an expression of exaggerated surprise, "Head Chief will do? Tsk! To tell you the truth, this position of Head Chief is not so easy to get; even with the recommendation of a Hall Master or Former Hall Master, one still has to report it to the headquarters."

As he spoke, he looked at Qin Jiang with a hint of mockery, "How about this, kid, come work for me! I guarantee you the position of Deacon, how about that?"

Hearing this, Wang Minglang's eyes widened slightly, and with a hint of nervousness, he glanced at Qin Jiang without leaving a trace.

Qin Jiang picked at his ear and glanced sideways at Nie Dongsheng, "Uncle Wang, let's go? Since he can't make the decision anyway, we might as well go straight to the headquarters."

Wang Minglang raised an eyebrow and looked at Nie Dongsheng, "That is fine, then we won't trouble Elder Nie."

Having said that, he pulled Qin Jiang away immediately.

Nie Dongsheng watched the two leaving, a cold light appearing in his eyes as his gaze fell upon the Small Leader at the casino.

"What did you just call him? Fourth Master?"

The Small Leader stood up straight abruptly, cold sweat pouring down, his throat moving uncontrollably, and he spoke with a trembling voice, "El- Elder... I... I..."

He was trying very hard to control his body, but facing the fist intent deterrence of a Divine Intent Realm expert at such close range still made him tremble uncontrollably.

"Hmph! I know you still remember his kindness, but you had better make it clear to yourself who you are working for!"

Nie Dongsheng flicked his sleeve and turned to leave directly.

Outside the gambling house, Qin Jiang looked back, his eyes deep and cold.

Wang Minglang looked at Qin Jiang with a gentle gaze, "Let's go, Jiang'er. After reporting to the headquarters this time, we should be able to get the Red Tiger Fist Manual. Let's go quickly, lest that man surnamed Nie causes trouble."

After finishing, he hailed a carriage on the road.

At first, the owner of the carriage was unwilling, but after Wang Minglang showed the Red Tiger Token, he got off the carriage voluntarily and even took the initiative to leave the coachman for the two of them.

On the carriage, Qin Jiang lifted the curtain to look out, then turned to look at Wang Minglang, "Uncle Wang, who is that Nie Dongsheng?"

Wang Minglang sighed, "Back then, when I was competing with him for the position of Elder in the gang, I had originally won by one move, but this guy didn't follow the rules and actually dared to ambush me.

My heart meridians were injured as a result, making it difficult to make any further progress in the Martial Dao. Although he was also punished, in the end, I failed to cripple him.

Feeling disheartened, I went to City North to teach martial arts." "So that's how it is." Qin Jiang nodded slightly.

Wang Minglang raised his hand slightly, "You don't need to take revenge for me, and even less should you blame the Gang Leader. At that time, we were competing for resources with the Autumn Leaf Gang of Luoshan City, and it was a time when manpower was needed; he had no choice.

Over the years, his compensation to me has not been small, enough to make up for it."

Over these years, his heart meridians were injured, and the medicine for nourishing them was always provided by the Gang Leader; if not for this, he would have died years ago.

Actually, to put it nicely, he has made countless contributions to the Red Tiger Gang and is a veteran with great merit.

But in reality, after he was crippled, he was just a Divine Intent Realm Martial Artist with damaged heart meridians; where would it still be worth wasting so many resources?

"I understand," Qin Jiang said.

Wang Minglang nodded and continued, "Let me tell you about the structure within the gang, so you don't offend anyone because of some common knowledge.

This Red Tiger Gang, from top to bottom, consists of the Gang Leader Lu Xuanwu, three Elders, and six Hall Masters. Each Hall Master has two Deacons under them, each Deacon has four Head Chiefs under them, and each Head Chief has two Small Leaders under them.

As for the Small Leaders, each person can manage a dozen to over fifty gang members; the total number of people in the Red Tiger Gang now exceeds three thousand."

Speaking of this, he paused slightly and continued, "Besides these, there is one more position, which is the Head of Hall, the successor to the next Gang Leader; in terms of status, it is much higher than that of an Elder.

However, the position of Head of Hall has been vacant for a long time now."

Qin Jiang nodded slightly; only at this moment did he understand how strong the Red Tiger Gang was.

The total population of Black Mountain City does not exceed one hundred thousand, yet there are over three thousand Red Tiger Gang members, accounting for nearly one-thirtieth.

Might as well not call it Black Mountain City, call it Red Tiger City instead.

The carriage moved along, and before long, it arrived in front of a massive mansion.

The main gate was wide open, painted with red oil paint, and the copper bases holding the door knockers were two huge copper tiger heads.

The walls on both sides of the gate extended for an unknown distance; in terms of grandeur, it was even above the Xianwei Fudi! On the black plaque, the three large characters "Red Tiger Gang" were written in red paint with dragon-flying and phoenix-dancing strokes.

This was the headquarters of the Red Tiger Gang, located in Kaiming Ward, one of the sixteen wards, occupying almost one-tenth of the territory of Kaiming Ward.

At this time, a white-haired old man was standing outside the mansion, wearing gray-white cloth clothes, less than one meter seven in height, looking just like an ordinary little old man.

Wang Minglang lifted the curtain, and after seeing clearly who was standing there, he jumped off the carriage and walked quickly to the old man, "Gang Leader! Why have you come?"

The old man chuckled, "Old Wang, you've come. I still have some eyes and ears in Black Mountain City, after all."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted Wang Minglang on the shoulder, looking at Qin Jiang who had stepped off the carriage, "Is this Xiao Hong's younger brother?"

Wang Minglang's eyes dimmed slightly upon hearing this, "That's right, his name is Qin Jiang."

He waved at Qin Jiang, "Jiang'er, this is Gang Leader Lu, come and pay your respects quickly."

Qin Jiang walked up close and bowed slightly, "Junior Qin Jiang, greetings to Gang Leader Lu."

Lu Xuanwu smiled and scanned Qin Jiang with his eyes; after a moment, he spoke with some surprise: "Not bad, your foundation is very solid, and it seems you have also practiced other martial arts."

Qin Jiang raised an eyebrow, not expecting this person's discernment to be so sharp.

"I previously practiced a Nourishing Technique," he said.

Lu Xuanwu nodded, "Not bad. Come, let's go inside to talk."

Led by Lu Xuanwu, the three walked into the Red Tiger Gang headquarters; as soon as they entered, a fresh scent of bamboo rushed toward them.

Qin Jiang looked ahead to see a vast forest of red bamboo, the leaves like fire.

He recognized it as Red Leaf Bamboo, a medicinal ingredient that was not considered rare, though he had never imagined anyone could plant such a large grove of it.

This bamboo forest alone was worth ten thousand taels of silver! Continuing forward, the three arrived at a side room; after walking in, Qin Jiang noticed a wooden tray placed on the table in the parlor.

Inside the wooden tray lay a black robe and a thin booklet, and written on that booklet were the words Red Tiger Fist.

(End of chapter)