Chapter 114: It's Probably Him

Flying Eagle Martial Arts Hall, second floor.

Lin Quanliang and a few others gathered together, also discussing what happened this morning, all feeling deeply moved.

"Who would have thought that members of the Wild Wolf Gang would actually die on their own turf."

"Exactly, and it was broad daylight, someone just barged in and killed them cleanly."

"And we don't even know who that person was? So powerful!"

"What are you talking about?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

"Senior Brother Xiao!"

The few startled, turned around, and hurried to greet.

Xiao Yuanqing smiled at them and said, "I think I just heard you mention the Wild Wolf Gang. What happened to the Wild Wolf Gang?"

"Senior Brother Xiao, you still don't know?"

"Don't know what?"

Xiao Yuanqing asked with a smile.

The few exchanged glances and, in a flurry of voices, recounted what they had heard.

To the naked eye, Xiao Yuanqing's smile vanished.

"So, those people are all dead?"

"Yes, they died cleanly; I heard not a single survivor," Tan Lei nodded repeatedly.

"Those guys died well; they probably never even dreamed they'd have a day like this," a member said cheerfully, but then felt something was off; looking up, he saw Xiao Yuanqing staring at him with a grim expression.

"Xiao, Senior Brother Xiao."

He shivered, "Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

Xiao Yuanqing smiled, "You keep chatting; I have something else, so I'll leave now."

Having said that, he didn't wait for a reply and turned to leave.

Lin Quanliang and the others exchanged looks, all thinking he seemed a bit odd.

【5】 What the few didn't know was that the instant Xiao Yuanqing turned, his complexion darkened and fury rose in his eyes.

What few people knew was that, in the instant Xiao Yuanqing turned around, his face darkened and anger flared in his eyes.

These guys, so useless? They were killed in broad daylight at the casino? The casino is their own turf.

What a bunch of trash; I originally wanted to use them to eliminate an eyesore.

That kid got lucky, but if I see him alone with Bai Wei again, hum!

At the same time.

In a room on the third floor.

Zeng Zhiten also reported the situation to the old man lying on the sofa.

"He's got some nerve."

The old man said, "To murder in broad daylight and then walk away so brazenly."

Zeng Zhiten looked as if he wanted to speak but held back.

"If you have something to say, just say it; why the hesitation?"

"Yes, master."

Zeng Zhiten said, "Those people, like the ones from the Wild Wolf Gang who died earlier, were all killed by blunt weapons such as clubs, I guess…"

"Do you think that kid did it?"

"Yes, I have that suspicion."

Zeng Zhiten lowered his head slightly.

He only realized later, and his view of Jiang Cheng changed.

"After all, he also dislikes the Wild Wolf Gang, but with the Martial Arts Hall behind him, even if he doesn't think of himself, he must consider what impact this would have on the Hall and his master."

"It's probably him."

The old man sneered.

"He thinks he has some skill and wants to play the righteous hero, but doesn't consider how much he can actually handle; one day he'll kick a steel plate and regret it."

"Master, Jiang Shidi…"

"What, you still want to speak for him?"

The old man suddenly turned his head and gave him a glance.

"No, nothing."

"Good, then."

The old man hummed, "I heard that in two days the Iron Fist Gang will arrive?"

"Yes, master." "The Iron Fist Gang is no simple matter."

The old man squinted.

"Master, what do you mean?"

"Nothing."

The old man shook his head, "In short, everything stays the same. By the way, have you told that kid member about it?"

"Zhao Shidi has already told him."

"What was his reaction?"

"Zhao Shidi said he accepted it calmly."

"Hmm, he's fairly sensible. Fine, if there's nothing else, go out. By the way, from now on keep a low profile, best not to provoke the Iron Fist Gang members."

"Understood, Master."

Zeng Zhiten stepped back out and secured the door.

In his mind he recalled the elder's expression when mentioning the Iron Fist Gang, and thought to himself, could it be that the Iron Fist Gang also has masters who cultivate the primal force?

……

In the blink of an eye, another two days passed.

The casino incident gradually faded, just like the deaths of Wei Bao and the others a few days ago.

And today is the day the Iron Fist Gang comes around, collecting management fees house by house.

Early in the morning, the Iron Fist Gang's men arrived.

Jiang Cheng stood at his own doorway, waiting for them to arrive.

His Membership Card was still valid, so he didn't have to pay for now, but the house next door belonging to Chen Sao couldn't escape it.

Even if they didn't pay today, when Chen Sao and the others returned in a couple of days they'd have to make up the payment; otherwise, if reported, it wouldn't be settled just by handing over money.

The previous gangs, to encourage this practice, would even reward those who reported others; of course, if the report was false, the reporter would have to foot the bill themselves.

Jiang Cheng didn't want to make a fuss, so he decided to pay for Chen Sao and the others later; after all, he wasn't short of that money right now.

Moreover, yesterday more than one person came to borrow money; several nearby familiar households each borrowed a few hundred.

In truth, he didn't expect to get it back; he would help as much as he could.

He couldn't wait until Grandma and the others came back to find that all the familiar neighbors had vanished…

The Iron Fist Gang's men passed by each house's doorway.

If they collected the money, everything was easy to say.

If the money was insufficient, they'd have to rob.

Those who couldn't pay were naturally beaten with fists and kicks, left half‑dead.

The onlookers around froze like cold cicadas, daring not to draw a breath.

The Iron Fist Gang's men, however, still wore smiles, as if they'd just done a trivial little thing.

After a short while, the group walked up to Jiang Cheng.

"Kid, the 1,500 management fee—no need to say more, right? If you can't pay, you saw what happened to the people ahead," one of the men said, pointing a finger at Jiang Cheng. "Hand it over."

Jiang Cheng took out the Membership Card he had prepared earlier and handed it over.

"Are you a Senior Member of the Flying Eagle Martial Arts Hall?"

The man took the Membership Card, looked a bit surprised, and read the name on it.

"Oh, so you are Jiang Cheng?"

Just then, a muscular man in a tank top beside them spoke up, "Hand it over so I can see."

"Yes, Feng Ge."

He reverently handed Jiang Cheng's Membership Card over.

The strong man took it, watching Jiang Cheng while also looking at the card in his hand.

Jiang Cheng also sized up his counterpart.

He felt a little uneasy inside.

Does this guy know him? Yet he had no recollection of him at all.

"Kid, the person on this is you, right?" the strong man waved the card.

"Brother, the person on this, of course it's me," he replied.

Jiang Cheng didn't want to argue, and said with a smile.

"As long as it's you, that's fine. A couple of days ago, a group from the Wild Wolf Gang was killed in the casino; you were the one who did that, weren't you?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the other's eyes fixed rigidly on Jiang Cheng.

(End of Chapter)