Chapter 831

The guy who pulled out the gun was also a veteran. Public security in Thailand has always been mediocre, and those in this line of work have plenty of opportunities to handle and fire guns; they even use them frequently in daily life. So, even though Bai Lang had killed four people in the blink of an eye, the guy still managed to draw his weapon before he could even feel nervous, firing roughly in Bai Lang's direction. The distance was very close, so there was no need for precise aiming—perhaps the man did it just to stall Bai Lang so he could escape.

In any case, the man retreated while firing.

Bai Lang channeled his Golden Bell Shield internal force. Within this range of three to five meters, it was indeed unlikely for someone accustomed to using a pistol to miss—the space was limited, so there was naturally no room for Bai Lang to dodge. The key was that he had spent enough time killing the other three for this guy to open fire. As Bai Lang lunged toward him, the man fired four shots. One missed, but the other three hit Bai Lang.

Two shots hit Bai Lang's left arm, which he was holding in front of him, and one hit his shoulder. Bai Lang truly experienced the power of the Golden Bell Shield firsthand. He couldn't immediately identify the model of the gun the man was holding; it looked small and delicate. However, when the bullets hit him at this distance, Bai Lang did feel the impact and the pain. The bullets broke his skin and pierced through some of his muscle, but they were firmly lodged about three centimeters deep. Of the two bullets that hit his arm, one had struck bone and was simply stuck there.

The shot to his shoulder was the same; the bullet was lodged against the bone and couldn't penetrate further. He wasn't bleeding much, and the wound actually squeezed the bullet tight. The pain stimulated Bai Lang; a wounded tiger is even more lethal. The man didn't have time to fire a fifth shot because Bai Lang, carrying a scent of blood, had already lunged in front of him—not just the blood from his own gunshot wounds, but mostly the bloodstains from killing the three people on the sofa.

This time, Bai Lang's palm struck forward from top to bottom. This strike naturally had a name; in traditional martial arts, it is called the "Great Tablet-Shattering Hand," which counts as an extremely fierce technique. The situation was indeed as such: the result of this palm strike was that the guy's entire upper body looked as if it had truly been crushed by a large stone tablet; it was directly pulverized... Only then did Bai Lang stop his steps and slowly regulate his breath. His muscles twitched slightly under the movement of his internal force, squeezing out the lodged bullets, which fell to the ground.

His footsteps stopped in front of the last survivor, who was curled into a ball. Bai Lang looked at this person with a half-smile. "I recognize you, but I didn't expect you to be the person in charge this time?" Bai Lang had indeed seen this person before, running around the high-level personnel of the group, sometimes even acting superior and bossing around professional fighters like them. Yet now, this person was shivering in front of Bai Lang, muttering something in his mouth.

The accent was heavy, and Bai Lang could barely understand it, but it was nothing more than various pleas for mercy. Bai Lang didn't say much; his right hand, carrying a fishy wind, grabbed down and directly snapped the man's cervical spine, severing his nerves and causing him to die very quickly. "There wasn't much time to begin with. From the moment I crashed through the window, there was noise, plus the gunshots. Even if public security in Thailand is poor and the police are corrupt, they should arrive in about twenty minutes. It's time to go."

Bai Lang hesitated for a moment by the handguns. "Should I take a gun?" As for his clothes, he had time to change them, as they were stained with blood. In the end, Bai Lang just washed his hands, changed into a clean set of clothes, and tucked a small handgun he finally recognized into his bag before leaving. "It's quite stylish; it's actually a Walther PPK. No wonder the bullet power is limited..." The gun was small and delicate, and Bai Lang also took most of the ammunition he found.

Bai Lang walked out through the room door—none of the neighbors dared to stick their heads out to look, so Bai Lang went downstairs easily and left quickly through the main entrance of the building. At this time, the police still hadn't arrived. Should he continue to kill those who ordered the pursuit? Bai Lang felt he would think about that later.

Actually, he didn't know that the power of this handgun was far greater than he imagined. Despite being a small and delicate pistol, it fired 7.65mm pistol rounds, and its stopping power against unarmored targets was very strong. "Palm Thunder" was the nickname for this gun. The fact that he could make the bullet lodge in his body showed that the power of the Golden Bell Shield was already close to that of a bulletproof vest. Bai Lang's kung fu was indeed the best in this world.

Six people died, which could be called a major case even in Thailand. However, they couldn't catch Bai Lang at all; even now, they didn't even know what Bai Lang looked like—they couldn't even issue a wanted notice. A person like Bai Lang, after using his Lightness Skill, could run a hundred miles in a single night, and the relatively low level of social surveillance in Thailand allowed Bai Lang to take public transportation to escape as he pleased. On the morning of the third day, Bai Lang had already arrived in Bangkok—the largest city in Thailand. "I should be able to find a way to smuggle out of here—but where to go?"

"Actually, it doesn't matter if I don't smuggle out; I can still practice martial arts here—as for money, I can just go and trouble those who do illegal business." Bai Lang thought. He quite liked the atmosphere of life here; overall, Thailand felt better to him than Japan.

Having practiced martial arts to this level, it was difficult to make any further progress in this world. The subsequent practice would just be to constantly hone his fist techniques, striving to innovate under the current circumstances. At the very least, he needed to practice his proficiency to the limit, turn the breathing method of practicing the Golden Bell Shield into instinct, and incorporate his daily walking, standing, sitting, and lying into the Thirty-Two Route Long Fist, striving to practice martial arts without showing it in his daily life.

Because besides this, Bai Lang couldn't think of anything else he could do—he could, of course, spend the rest of his time in this world eating, drinking, and having fun, but if he did that, it would be hard to say what would happen when he traveled back. Maybe he wouldn't encounter an expert who would take his life at will? In short, if that day came and he felt he hadn't tried his best, he wouldn't be reconciled even if he died. Moreover, Bai Lang didn't want to die at all.

Then he would hide in Thailand. With the standard of Southeast Asian countries, he was as stable as Mount Tai here. "That gambling group shouldn't come looking for me unless they want to die—besides, I'm not underestimating them, but I'm afraid it's almost impossible for them to find me." The police in this place only had this much ability, let alone the brothers in the underworld. Just like that, Bai Lang settled down in Bangkok, and in his spare time, he would wander around temples. "Has my body stopped growing after completing the first pass of the Golden Bell Shield?" Having practiced martial arts to this level, Bai Lang had made great progress in mastering the subtle aspects of his body.

Bai Lang thought about this situation and felt it was quite normal—he estimated that the voice didn't intend for the holder to die of old age in the process of searching for things after only a few times... ===== CHAPTER 832 =====