Chapter 880

Bai Lang didn't want to cause trouble, but trouble would come to provoke Bai Lang. This was perhaps 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 located not far from one. It wasn't as prosperous as the city center, and the temple only served the surrounding believers, so its area wasn't large, but the temple's courtyard and garden were still not small. Bai Lang practiced martial arts here on weekdays, but the commotion wasn't as big as it was in Lanzhou back then. At this time, he had already reached the end of his practice in this world. The reason he still practiced early every day was just to maintain his will.

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

Such a stable life lasted for about half a year. On this day, Bai Lang also felt an ominous feeling in his heart. "Strange, why do I have a premonition? I always feel something is wrong... Forget it, change places!" Bai Lang felt it was necessary 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 place where he had originally been, but the deviation was a bit large. In fact, even if Bai Lang had just stood there, this bullet would probably have grazed him and not hit him. "Sniper? A civilian one?" Bai Lang's figure moved, making it impossible for the shooter opposite to aim, and then he turned directly into an alley and disappeared from the other's line of sight. "Interesting, they found me? I guess so. Let me see where that shooter is..."

Bai Lang could only determine the direction, but according to the trajectory of the bullet, there were 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." This 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 identify the person? If this person put away the gun, there were quite a few 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; they just needed a photo." 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, let alone losing a large sum of money, the fear of this speed and power of killing alone would make them determined to find a way to kill Bai Lang.

Perhaps fear was a bigger factor.

Bai Lang moved very fast. He directly found a hotel in the city center to stay temporarily—"I have to fight back. If I wait for them to find 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 it wouldn't do. He still had to kill everyone in that group who had a say.

But how to launch an 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. So he could only find them through the underground fighters and bouncers 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 too, so it would be easier to find them in entertainment venues at night.

Bai Lang soon found the 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 buddies, and after taking a few pills, he was holding 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 why 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 question him 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? And the situation of the few 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 acupoints in this person's body could not be seen on the surface of the body, but the numbness, itching, and pain were indeed unbearable. Under such interrogation, Bai Lang obtained the information he wanted.

This person was not a revolutionary fighter, so where would 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 questioning 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. Then 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 being discovered. What Bai Lang needed was time.

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

This leader naturally traveled with a group of bodyguards. Although it wasn't a big group, three or five bodyguards protecting him twenty-four hours a day was achievable. And Bai Lang chose 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, and the short-range attack speed was simply like thunder. Bai Lang exhaled and shouted, his shoulder directly hitting the door panel, but the force was to hold the door panel and hit inward. And the door panel acted as a cover for the line of sight. Bai Lang shrank his body and instead lunged out diagonally from under the door panel. There were bodyguards protecting the leader, and there were also those holding shotguns and firing, 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 881 =====