Chapter 39

"Sit down, we are all family." Lu Xuanwu waved his hand.

After the two sat down, Wang Minglang looked at the wooden tray on the table, "Gang Leader, this is?"

He recognized this black robe; it was the standard clothing for a Head Chief in the gang.

Lu Xuanwu nodded, "The Deacon position is still a bit inappropriate; it won't be too late to mention it after Little Jiang accumulates for a period of time in the Head Chief position. Of course, this Red Tiger Fist manual is indispensable, how about it?"

Wang Minglang looked at Qin Jiang; Qin Jiang nodded slightly, having no opinion; in his view, positions and such were just empty names.

Where would a Jianghu gang really care about any contributions? Once he practiced the Red Tiger Fist, let alone a Deacon position, even a Hall Master position could be taken by strength.

Seeing this, Wang Minglang didn't say anything more.

Qin Jiang was new here and hadn't made any achievements yet, so it was good to adapt in the Head Chief position first.

Moreover, the Gang Leader was giving face; according to the gang rules, one had to become a Deacon to have a chance to pass down the Red Tiger Fist.

"Let it be as the Gang Leader says." He said.

Lu Xuanwu smiled, "Good, I have already arranged it; let Little Jiang go to the Sixth Hall; now the Sixth Hall Master position is vacant, temporarily managed by Elder Chen on his behalf."

"There is only one Deacon below; if Little Jiang goes there, although he is a Head Chief in name, the power he manages is equivalent to a Deacon."

"It's just that as the Gang Leader, I always have to pay attention to being justified."

Hearing this, Wang Minglang's eyes brightened slightly; he knew that the Gang Leader still cherished old feelings.

"Old Wang, come back and help me? I'm really old. If you come back, you will be the fourth Elder of my Red Tiger Gang, and the Fourth Hall will still be handed over to you." Lu Xuanwu said.

Wang Minglang's body shook upon hearing this, and he raised his head abruptly, looking directly at Lu Xuanwu.

A moment later, he sighed, his eyes a bit dim, "Still... forget it, my current strength can only be maintained at the level of the first layer of the Red Tiger Fist. With such strength, what qualification do I have to sit in that Elder position?"

The Elders of the Red Tiger Gang have always been positions that only those who have practiced the third layer of the Red Tiger Fist can sit in.

If it were back then, he would naturally be duty-bound, but now, his strength is far from what it used to be, so where does he have the qualification?

Lu Xuanwu's eyes flashed with a trace of guilt, "I say you have the qualification, then you have the qualification. Moreover, this originally belongs to your position. After so many years, are you still resenting me?"

Back then, Wang Minglang and Nie Dongsheng competed for the Elder position, but as a result, he was sneak-attacked by Nie Dongsheng and had been depressed ever since.

At that time, the Red Tiger Gang was at war with the Autumn Leaf Gang of Luoshan City, and he intended to deal with Nie Dongsheng after the battle.

But who would have thought that this guy would make great military exploits in the battle with the Autumn Leaf Gang, completely consolidating his Elder position, giving him no reason to target him.

"Gang Leader, I have no such intention, but I really think I don't have this qualification, and even less this ability. Gang Leader, you say you are old, but you forgot, I am actually old too."

Wang Minglang looked at Lu Xuanwu, his eyes no longer having the clarity of the past.

Lu Xuanwu was startled upon hearing this, and then lowered his head slightly, "Yes, I forgot, now... it's not the same as back then."

He looked at Wang Minglang, the guilt in his eyes deepening, "Junior Brother, it's Senior Brother's fault."

Wang Minglang's eyes widened slightly, then became calm.

Admittedly, he had long since lost his resentment, but it was still difficult to say it out loud.

Qin Jiang on the side was a bit surprised; didn't expect Uncle Wang and Gang Leader Lu to be fellow apprentices.

Lu Xuanwu took a deep breath, took out a whistle from his bosom, and blew it.

The crisp whistle had strong penetrating power, and at the same time, it seemed to have a specific frequency.

Not long after the whistle stopped, a middle-aged man wearing a black cloak walked in, with a crimson tiger descending the mountain embroidered on the left cuff, the same as Nie Dongsheng.

After the person walked in, he looked at Wang Minglang with a smile, "Old Wang, long time no see."

Wang Minglang raised his head to look at him and also laughed, "Old Chen, you're still at the third layer after all these years?"

Chen Feng curled his lips upon hearing this, "You old immortal, your words are still so piercing! Hahahaha! Just kidding! Rare to see you once." Wang Minglang laughed loudly.

"Alright, you old thing, you really settled down in the City North? Don't even know how to come find me for a drink!" Chen Feng said angrily.

He sat down directly and looked at Qin Jiang, "Yo! Actually able to practice the Iron Arm Fist to this point! Amazing!"

Qin Jiang was about to be humble, but Wang Minglang on the side spoke directly, "Stop! You can tell how the Iron Arm Fist is practiced just by looking with a pair of eyes? How come I don't know?"

Chen Feng raised his head slightly, then put it down helplessly, "You old thing, I'm praising him, and you're still not happy!"

Saying that, he patted Qin Jiang on the shoulder carelessly, "Little Jiang, don't look at this old thing being so reserved; he actually played very wildly when he was young! Let me tell you..."

"Shut up! You bastard!" Wang Minglang stood up directly, pointing at Chen Feng with the big pipe in his hand.

The two stared at each other; Chen Feng had a smile on his face, while Wang Minglang's face was livid.

"Cough, cough."

Lu Xuanwu coughed twice, "Junior Brother, Elder Chen, why bring up past events."

He looked at Qin Jiang, "Little Jiang, you follow Elder Chen first later."

Qin Jiang nodded, "Good."

"That's fine, take this Head Chief uniform and Red Tiger Fist manual. The Sixth Hall is responsible for Xiuzhen Ward and Anding Ward; I will have someone clean up a courtyard in these few days."

"In a few days... three days, three days later you go to Elder Chen to work." Lu Xuanwu said.

After speaking, he looked at Chen Feng, "Elder Chen, Little Jiang is entrusted to you; he just joined the gang and is not familiar with it, so I have to trouble you to take care of him."

Chen Feng glanced at Wang Minglang; Wang Minglang curled his lips and took back the big pipe and sat down.

Chen Feng smiled with satisfaction, "What is the Gang Leader saying? I see Little Jiang as my own nephew!"

Lu Xuanwu nodded slightly, "That's good, since it's arranged. Elder Chen, take Little Jiang to contemplate the Red Tiger Leap Stream Diagram; I still have words with Junior Brother."

Chen Feng nodded, "Little Jiang, take the manual and come with me."

After the two left, before Wang Minglang could ask anything, Lu Xuanwu's face flushed, took out a handkerchief and coughed twice, coughing up a mouthful of black blood.

Wang Minglang was shocked, "Senior Brother! What's wrong with you?!"

Lu Xuanwu waved his hand, "Don't be nervous, just injured by a Weird. I have reached the peak of the fourth layer of the Red Tiger Fist, just a little Weird power; it will dissipate after resting for a month."

"Weird?! What exactly is going on? Such a powerful Weird actually appeared near Black Mountain City?!"

Wang Minglang asked in shock; his Senior Brother Lu Xuanwu's strength had already reached the realm of perfection, and he could be called a Grandmaster! He was the undisputed number one expert in Black Mountain City!

It's not that there are no Weirds that can hurt Lu Xuanwu, it's just that a Weird of that level shouldn't appear in this tiny Black Mountain City.

"It's the refugees; recently, some refugees have died; although they have been handled urgently, they have not been completely prevented," Lu Xuanwu said.

Originally, the refugees in the Outer City should have been handled by the Red Tiger Gang long ago, but recently Weird mist has appeared frequently in Daheishan, so they had to send people to clear it.

As a result, who would have thought that there were many Weirds in Daheishan, and even several Hall Masters died.

Later, it was only with the help of County Lieutenant Long that the situation was temporarily stabilized.

"Is it very serious?" Wang Minglang asked.

Lu Xuanwu was silent for a moment and nodded slightly, "Daheishan is temporarily under control, but Weirds in Black Mountain City have started to appear frequently."

"Although it hasn't caused too much impact, this is not a good sign."

"After I discussed with County Lieutenant Long, we agreed that within three months, there might be a Weird Tide."

(End of chapter)