Chapter 832

Bai Lang didn't want to cause trouble, but trouble would come to provoke Bai Lang. Perhaps this was the fate of a protagonist.

The place where he lived was in the suburbs of Bangkok. This city had more than four hundred Buddhist temples, and he was not far from one of them. It wasn't as prosperous as the city center, and the temple only served the surrounding believers, so it wasn't large, but the temple's courtyard and garden were still not small. Bai Lang practiced martial arts here every day, but the commotion was not as great as it had been in Lan Zhou back then. At this time, he had already reached the end of his practice in this world. The reason he still got up early every day to practice was just to maintain his will.

If he purely wanted to temper his body, the internal force that could now roam the small circulation could stimulate every tendon. Only at this step could humans exercise their flesh like tigers and leopards by shaking their muscles. Now, Bai Lang's practice was to find inspiration, inspiration to integrate all his martial arts—although he had already integrated the Thirty-Two Route Long Fist with the internal force and external kung fu of the Golden Bell Shield. However, one cannot find inspiration without practicing the fist. After practicing a thousand times, one would naturally find a new feeling—that was what Bai Lang believed.

Such peaceful days passed for about half a year. On this day, Bai Lang also felt an ominous feeling in his heart. "Strange, how could I have a premonition? I just feel something is wrong... Oh well, change places!" Bai Lang felt it was necessary for him to change his place of residence. After packing up, he pushed open the door and walked out not far. After his forefoot tapped lightly, Bai Lang quickly used the Grass Flying skill to drift to the back diagonal.

A bullet hit the spot where he had originally been, but the deviation was a bit large. In fact, if Bai Lang had just stood there, this bullet would probably have grazed him and missed. "A sniper? A civilian one?" Bai Lang's figure moved, making it impossible for the gunman opposite to aim, and then he turned directly into an alley and disappeared from the other side's sight. "Interesting, they found me? I guess so. Let me see where that gunman is..."

Bai Lang could only determine the direction, but according to the trajectory of the bullet, there were actually only two or three places in that direction from which one could shoot. "And now, if that guy still has a brain, he should have already left." That was what Bai Lang thought, and he also felt that he shouldn't be able to catch that guy now—even if the other party hadn't left, could Bai Lang recognize the person? If this person put away the gun, there were many Thai people, and Bai Lang didn't have the confidence to find the one who fired the shot among a crowd.

"Someone must have seen me, someone I know and who also knows me saw me. But this person didn't need to come to the scene; a photo would suffice." Bai Lang felt that the one who could do all this was probably that gambling group—who told him to kill a bunch of their people in one go. And the way of killing was so fierce that not only did the other party lose a large sum of money, but the fear of this speed and power of killing would also make them determined to find a way to kill Bai Lang.

Perhaps fear was a bigger factor.

Bai Lang moved very fast. He went directly to a hotel in the city center to stay temporarily—"I have to fight back. If I wait for them to come to me, there will be no end to it. It's better for me to go find them!" Originally, Bai Lang thought about letting it go, but today's shot made him feel that it wouldn't work; he still had to kill everyone in that group who had a say.

But how to launch the operation? Bai Lang was only a seventeen-year-old boy now, and he really didn't have any experience in this regard—he had experience in practicing martial arts, but in doing this kind of thing, he really didn't have any experience. Then he could only find them through the underground fighters and security guards he knew before—these people were indeed remembered by Bai Lang, such as those youths who once tried to lure him into using addictive drugs, and his agent.

Bai Lang returned to the place where he used to fight silently. He rested during the day and came out at night, using a mask to cover his face—those people were probably night owls, so it was better to find them in entertainment venues at night.

Bai Lang soon found this youth named Cai something, the one who pulled out the drugs. On this day, this guy had also had enough fun with his fox friends and dog companions, and after taking a few pills, he was hugging a woman and preparing to go back. The next moment, a figure approached silently from behind. The woman's legs went soft, and the youth suddenly felt that this woman had become so heavy. He hadn't noticed that the woman had already fainted. Before he could react, a hand had already pinched his neck, knocking them both down by the side of the road.

Bai Lang squatted beside this person and began to ask questions in broken Thai. Since this person could be used to lure him into drug addiction, he probably had some degree of trust within the group, and what Bai Lang wanted to know was where his agent was, as well as the situation of the leaders of the group. Under the interrogation conducted by Bai Lang using internal force—it must be said that the pain caused by internal force drilling into the acupuncture points in this person's body could not be seen on the surface of the body, but the numbness, itchiness, and pain were indeed unbearable. Under such interrogation, Bai Lang got the information he wanted.

This person was not a revolutionary fighter, so how could he have such a strong will? Naturally, he wouldn't provide any false information—he didn't want to die yet, and he wasn't a revolutionary fighter who could do that... After finishing the detailed inquiry and recording it in a small notebook, Bai Lang directly pinched this guy to death—possessing and selling addictive drugs, this person deserved to die. Afterward, he threw this person into a nearby river, and by the way, tore him to pieces before throwing him in.

This was to delay the time of discovery; what Bai Lang needed was time.

The second one he found was this guy's superior, who should be the leader in the gambling group involved in the drug trafficking line.

This leader naturally traveled with a group of bodyguards. Although it wasn't a big group, it was possible to have three or five bodyguards protecting him 24 hours a day. And what Bai Lang chose was to launch an attack at his home. This person's home was also like a manor, with cameras everywhere. However, the so-called security capability was actually just like that. After destroying a few cameras, before the other party could react, Bai Lang had already used his Lightness Skill to rush into the house.

It was truly like a feline; the short-range attack speed was simply like thunder. Bai Lang exhaled and shouted, his shoulder hitting the door panel directly, but the force was to push the door panel inward. And the door panel served as a cover for the line of sight. Bai Lang shrank his body and instead lunged out diagonally from under the door panel. Some bodyguards were protecting the leader, and some were firing with shotguns, but they didn't notice that Bai Lang was actually lunging from another direction—they were just bumpkin bodyguards, not the bodyguards of the US President... ===== CHAPTER 833 =====