Chapter 113: A Bountiful Harvest

Carrying his briefcase, Jiang Cheng searched a few corpses and found a key, a lighter, cigarettes, a cell phone, and some change.

He put them all into the bag.

Even the crossbow at the second‑floor stairwell he picked up, but it didn't fit well in the bag and a part stuck out.

Jiang Cheng could no longer manage so much, so he slipped the money from the gambling table into the bag, then, still holding the bag, swaggered toward the exit.

Outside, a motorcycle was parked.

He walked straight over and took out the key he had retrieved from Li Tai.

Even if the motorcycle were sold, it would fetch several thousand yuan, let alone that it would be much more convenient for him to travel to the Outer City District with a vehicle.

However, he definitely couldn't ride it home.

When he arrived, no one paid much attention; he found an empty corner, put on a Mask, and entered the casino.

Now, after riding the motorcycle away, he first detoured to Chaotic Burial Hill, where few people are, to hide the bike and the bag, and carry the five stacks of cash inside the bag on his person back home.

In this way it was much safer, and even if the hidden bike and crossbow were stolen, he could accept it.

As soon as he stepped out of the casino doors, the onlookers outside scattered like startled birds and beasts, their eyes on Jiang Cheng filled with fear.

Jiang Cheng ignored them, mounted the motorcycle, and rode toward Chaotic Burial Hill.

Only after Jiang Cheng vanished did the crowd regroup.

"Who was that guy? How did he come out from inside? And then ride away on a motorcycle?"

"How would I know? I was crouched at the doorway, glanced inside, and it was all corpses!"

"What, all corpses!" The newcomers who heard that were stunned.

"Exactly, I saw it too—more than ten bodies, so tragic."

"Shh, don't speak recklessly. What if they're still alive? Aren't you afraid of trouble?"

"Afraid of what? The Wild Wolf Gang are already dead."

"Exactly, in two days the Iron Fist Gang will arrive. How dare those Wild Wolf Gang members stay here? Hey, could it be that the Iron Fist Gang are the ones who killed them?"

Shhh, don't talk nonsense—what if he's still alive? Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?

Many people were stunned, unwilling to discuss the Iron Fist Gang's affairs in front of the crowd.

A few of the braver ones went inside, kicked the corpses on the ground, and after hearing no response, squatted down to start feeling the bodies.

Gradually, more people entered, and some had already reached the second floor.

The events here spread tenfold, then a hundredfold, and soon the whole street knew.

As the "principal culprit," Jiang Cheng returned home as if nothing had happened.

He locked the door, retrieved the briefcase hidden under the bed, and placed 50,000 yuan of cash inside.

In this way, the money he carried reached over 75,000 yuan.

After deducting the 5,000‑yuan balance still owed to Shi Yan, he had 70,000 yuan left.

"It really is a murder‑and‑arson golden belt."

Jiang Cheng looked at the cash inside and felt a deep sentiment.

With so much money, selling Roasted Sweet Potato would probably take half a year.

However, the people he killed were all deeply wicked; even if he hadn't killed anyone directly, he had indirectly caused many deaths.

So he would not be plagued by conscience.

The Iron Fist Gang that would arrive later was no good either.

If he killed them, he could both rid the people of a menace and obtain a lot of money, to buy a house in the Outer City District or later purchase Secret Medicine and the like.

After thinking, Jiang Cheng shook his head.

He still didn't know how strong the Iron Fist Gang was.

What if they also have practitioners of Secret Martial Arts? After all, the Iron Fist Gang's sphere is larger and they have more manpower than the Wild Wolf Gang.

Moreover, there is one person the Iron Fist Gang ranks higher—Senior Brother Xiao, Xiao Yuanqing.

At that moment Jiang Cheng realized why, when he saw Xiao Yuanqing meeting Senior Sister Bai earlier that morning, he didn't approach him but instead gave a meaning‑laden cold smile.

It turned out Xiao had passed his information to the Wild Wolf Gang, hoping they would use their hands to eliminate him.

In his view, he was already a dead man; who would be angry at a dead man?

Before obtaining Secret Martial Arts, Jiang Cheng was extremely cautious and dared not offend the other side.

But after acquiring Secret Martial Arts, given enough time, he could surpass them, and then properly settle the score.

In his view, he was already a dead person—who would get angry at a dead person?

The time arrived in the afternoon.

Fewer people lingered at the casino entrance to watch the spectacle, but as news kept coming, more ran over to see.

When a burst of footsteps sounded, a group wielding Watermelon Knives arrived, and the crowd instantly scattered in uproar.

Those with sharp eyes recognized that the group belonged to the Iron Fist Gang.

Cao Kun led the way, stepping onto the first floor, where the scene was empty except for more than ten corpses; even the bodies on the ground had been stripped, leaving only a pair of underwear covering the private parts.

"Brother Kun, look over there."

Someone behind pointed toward the staircase.

There was another corpse there, its whole body reduced to a single pair of underwear, exposing pale fatty flesh.

"Is that him?"

Cao Kun's face showed surprise.

There was also a corpse there, its whole body only a pair of underwear left, exposing its white, fatty flesh.

"Is it him?"

Cao Kun's face showed a look of surprise.

Yeah, Kun-bro, I never expected even the Deputy Gang Leader of the Wild Wolf Gang to be killed, and after death his clothes were stripped off, hahaha, it's hilarious.

As his words fell, the others also burst into loud laughter.

Toward the people of the Wild Wolf Gang, they naturally felt no goodwill, especially after passing by here two days ago, when they wished they could rush in and drive these people away.

Now that these people have been killed, they feel quite relieved.

Cao Kun also chuckled twice, finding it rather amusing, but when he saw a corpse not far away, his expression changed.

"You guys look, is that person Li Tai?"

Upon hearing this, the crowd looked over and immediately sucked in a breath of cold air.

"How did this guy end up here?"

"Was he also killed?"

"How could that be? He wasn't Yue Shan's bodyguard? Could Yue Shan also be dead?"

"No way, I heard that old geezer had already fled to the Outer City District—how could he be here?"

Exclamations rose and fell.

"Kun-bro, Li Tai here is a skilled fighter of the Wild Wolf Gang, yet he too died here—it seems the killer is no ordinary person; could it be those people?" A man behind him said with a solemn expression.

"It's possible."

Cao Kun nodded, his brows furrowed tightly.

Was it done by the people from the nearby martial hall? What could be the motive? Revenge?

Or robbery?

Or perhaps simply to give a newcomer like myself a show of force?

"That's somewhat interesting."

Cao Kun's mouth curled slightly; if the opponent thought he was as useless as Li Tai lying on the ground, they would be gravely mistaken.

"Go investigate, find out who did it; after you learn the truth, don't act rashly—just come back and tell me. That person is not someone you can handle."

"Yes, Kun-bro!"

The crowd replied in unison.

(End of chapter)