Chapter 881

Bai Lang's figure brought a fishy wind, just like a Bengal tiger in Thailand; the person hadn't arrived yet, but the wind brought the momentum first. Because the bodyguards and even the leader himself were carrying guns, and among them were automatic rifles, Bai Lang had to kill his opponents before they could perform cross-fire—otherwise, with his kung fu, it would probably be difficult for him to escape.

Like a lunging tiger, Bai Lang took advantage of the momentum and swung his palm, grabbing the moment before the bodyguard in front of him could turn the muzzle—this bodyguard was pulling the trigger and firing at the door panel, and only saw something lunging over from his peripheral vision. Bai Lang struck the side of this person with one palm, and the internal force arrived, directly turning this person into a cannonball, blasting toward the pile of bodyguards.

This was pure rigid force. With one palm, the place where the person was hit turned into a mass of rotten meat, and the force still pushed him to fly out. Bai Lang had once seen a palm force in a martial arts novel called the "Fire Transmission Divine Skill," which could easily transmit one's internal force through multiple people and directly explode on the target, and could even carry the internal force of those acting as "channels," turning into a shocking wave of attack.

Such a divine skill, Bai Lang was still far from reaching, and now he was just using rigid force to turn people into meat bombs. However, it seemed to be effective. The flying dead bodyguard hit a bodyguard holding an automatic rifle, both made terrible sounds of broken bones, and then collapsed into a pile—the kinetic energy was exhausted there.

Bai Lang had already killed two people, and his steps did not stop. When his right hand struck out, his left hand was already ready. After approaching the second person, his left hand's tiger claw grabbed and pulled, and one of that person's arms was torn off with blood splashing—at this time, even if the remaining people wanted to fire, they couldn't, because this person's body happened to completely block Bai Lang.

Bai Lang tapped his toes again and changed direction. This kick also used enough vibration force. The marble floor exploded, and gravel splashed like shrapnel. This gravel was enough to make people bleed, but Bai Lang possessed the Golden Bell Shield divine skill, and these stones didn't hurt or itch at all. The exploding stones made those people instinctively freeze for a moment, and there would also be instinctive body-dodging movements.

So this cost them their lives. The muzzles that had already turned stopped firing at that brief moment. Bai Lang bypassed the bleeding bodyguard, directly grabbed two bodyguards with his left and right hands, and directly exerted force with his tiger claws, tearing and pinching them into blood gourds in the blink of an eye, the kind that were torn open and twisted. And the last bodyguard was also kicked into two pieces by Bai Lang's sweeping leg.

Bai Lang straightened his body and shook off the blood on his hands, but his movements were still very agile as he turned. The leader was still holding a weapon. This guy couldn't keep up with Bai Lang's movements at all. After a blur, his wrist felt intense pain, the gun had already fallen, and his wrist had already suffered a complex fracture. "I ask, you answer." One hand pressed him into the sofa, and Bai Lang sat opposite this leader.

The wailing sound of the guy with the broken hand was already very light; massive blood loss seemed to have almost taken his life. What Bai Lang wanted to know was who advocated killing him, who was responsible, and who should he find now to end this matter? All this depended on whether the leader in front of him cooperated. This leader was much more mature than that young man, knowing that he would definitely die, but he couldn't pretend to be a tough guy—Bai Lang's internal force interrogation method was almost impossible to solve for ordinary people without internal force.

After obtaining the satisfactory information, Bai Lang didn't torture this leader and directly smashed his skull with one punch, giving him a quick end. Similarly, Bai Lang washed his hands in this house, changed his clothes, and went out—he also had to race against time to catch those few people who decided and were responsible for this matter before they knew the situation had changed and ran away.

"Finally, there is no need to interrogate, and it's good to be able to kill the opponent directly." Bai Lang felt much more relaxed. After all, this kind of thing was indeed very troublesome, but it was also very good for tempering one's martial arts. The high-speed fighting against firearms was really more tempering than pure practice.

At this time, Bai Lang's true meaning of the Tiger Form had gone a step further, completely integrating the artistic conception of the fierce tiger into his martial arts. From then on, every move was like a fierce tiger, and the tiger claws and the palm force imitating tiger paws were even better, already having a divine charm. "One hand is a tiger claw, and two hands facing each other is a tiger mouth..." Bai Lang gestured while rushing on the road, "Palm strikes combined with tiger claw tearing... dealing with ordinary people, this damage is absolutely overflowing. Just one palm is usually enough to kill an ordinary person."

Anyway, he had arrived at the place. The ones who really thought about pursuing him and took action were actually the big leader of the group and the leader responsible for all kinds of dirty work. Others were unwilling to intervene. The whereabouts of these two people had always been very secret. Fortunately, the leader responsible for drugs really knew their whereabouts. "If I can kill two, I will kill two. If I kill one or can't kill, then I will leave for Myanmar or Laos or Vietnam. Anyway, I can practice martial arts anywhere."

Bai Lang stopped in front of a concrete building. "Is secret and changeable whereabouts the best weapon for saving one's life... plus a few bodyguards protecting him closely." Bai Lang felt a bit tricky. He didn't know the layout of this house at all. It seemed he could only try.

Bai Lang pulled out the pistol. He had taken the PPK pistol from the previous dead ghost, and there were two AKs at the drug leader's place, but Bai Lang didn't want them—because both guns were deformed during the fight. And the guns in the hands of others were not very suitable, at least a bit too large in volume, and Bai Lang felt they were not easy to hide.

The PPK pistol was small in volume, high in accuracy, and could carry more bullets. At least Bai Lang brought two special magazines and all twenty bullets. "I have thirty-four bullets now, which is generally enough." However, this would test Bai Lang's marksmanship. Speaking of which, he had experience in unarmed martial arts, but he really had no experience in fighting with guns.

Bai Lang didn't rush in, but first hid in the shadows to close his eyes and rest, and by the way, simulated the battle situation in his mind. "It's really not easy to handle. Forget it, adapt to circumstances." This Bai Lang tapped the ground lightly, and his hand was already on the transom window about three stories high. Supporting his body with one hand, Bai Lang carefully looked inside.

"Very thick walls..." The first thing he noticed was the thickness of the transom wall, which seemed to be poured with concrete. This would probably be very difficult to smash with a flesh-and-blood hammer. And after gathering internal force into his eyes, he could see a little bit even in the dark night, not to mention that there were lights inside the house. What Bai Lang saw was a black boxing ring.

The house was a large space with fifty or sixty people inside, both men and women, all dressed in formal attire or evening gowns, who should be waiting for the underground fighting that was about to start. "Can't see those two guys." Bai Lang cursed. He didn't know these two leaders, and for him, this was the biggest challenge. ===== CHAPTER 882 =====