Chapter 279: A gentleman always repays his grudges

He's that strong? He actually took down more than ten Wild Wolf Gang members all by himself?

Listening to Lu Zicheng's account, Jiang Cheng was very cooperative and let out an exclamation.

Isn't that right? I heard that among them there was a Wild Wolf Gang expert who could take on dozens single-handed, but what happened? He got his skull smashed by a stick and died.

Lu Zicheng shook his head, letting out a sigh.

Actually, there's something even more impressive later, though.

He cautiously looked around.

We can't talk about this here; if someone overhears, we're both doomed.

Jiang Cheng understood.

After all, the Iron Fist Gang still controls this place.

Killing their gang members is undoubtedly a dark chapter in his past.

Anyone who dares to say that on the street is practically asking for death.

Then what happened?

After that he just left; I heard he went off with two Dawn Society members. It's been over two months now, and he hasn't returned—I don't know how he's doing, sigh.

Saying this, Lu Zicheng sighed, a look of sorrow appearing in his eyes.

Are you worried about him?

No, no.

Lu Zicheng hurriedly denied it, glanced around, saw no one paying attention, coughed twice, and whispered: "Yes, I am a little worried mainly because we used to get along okay, and then he just left suddenly—though, actually, it wasn't really sudden."

His face showed a recollective expression.

In the few days before he left, he never came to set up his stall on the street; I sensed something was off then, and at that time, people from the Flying Eagle Martial Arts Hall came asking, and I found out he hadn't gone to the martial arts hall either.

I had originally planned to find a chance later to ask him properly, but who would have thought we wouldn't even see each other one last time—maybe there won't be any chance to meet again from now on.

Lu Zicheng sighed repeatedly.

One reason is that.

On the other hand, after Jiang Cheng left, his business returned to its former level, unlike before when he could make dozens or even hundreds extra a day.

Upon hearing that, Jiang Cheng also felt a bit sentimental.

Yeah.

Even if they met now, the other party wouldn't know his true identity.

Don't worry, your friend will surely be safe and sound.

Mm, I think the same.

Lu Zicheng smiled.

His martial arts are so formidable that dozens aren't a match for him; how could he come to harm? Even if he weren't that great, selling roasted sweet potatoes would let him live several times better than us.

Jiang Cheng laughed and cried at the same time upon hearing that.

He's still thinking about the roasted sweet potato.

Since he's not here, I'll go wander elsewhere.

Sure.

Lu Zicheng nodded, then suddenly realized and hurriedly said: "Big brother, I haven't given you the roasted sausage yet, and there's change."

No need, just consider it a tip for you.

Jiang Cheng smiled at him, turned, and walked toward the parking spot.

Given his current income, giving the other person 100 yuan is nothing—let alone tens of thousands, it's just pocket change.

But that much money might not be safe for him to keep, especially in public; mishandling it could even bring him a deadly disaster.

So giving him a hundred yuan is enough.

Watching Jiang Cheng's receding back, Lu Zicheng felt an unreal sensation.

He actually has a day where he gets tipped? And it's a whole hundred yuan!!!

No wonder his left eyelid kept twitching this morning when he went out.

Sure enough, a windfall was waiting for him.

Thinking this, he hurriedly slipped the hundred yuan into his pocket, grinning so wide he couldn't close his mouth.

I really hope to have this kind of extra income every day.

Jiang Cheng walked to the car, opened the door and got in, changed his clothes and the mask on his face, then picked up the alloy battle knife and headed back.

The plan is to first go to the martial arts hall and kill Xiao Yuanqing before anything else.

As for the Iron Fist Gang, we'll take them out when we leave; after all, they control several streets, so it'll take some time.

As he walked, he caught sight of a few people in training uniforms out of the corner of his eye.

He instinctively looked over. He saw that on the backs of their training uniforms was painted a dragon, baring its teeth and claws, looking very imposing.

Are they from the Dragon March Martial Arts Hall?

Jiang Cheng realized this, and a scene from the past instantly popped into his mind.

Back then his strength was still weak; he had just unlocked the short staff skill and was worrying about being stopped by thugs on his way home.

So, to quickly raise his short staff proficiency, he practiced the short staff even while vending.

But precisely because of that, a few Dragon Hall Martial Arts members mocked him, not only refusing to pay, but also trampling the roasted sweet potatoes he had painstakingly made into a mush.

At the time he forced himself to endure; otherwise, having his stall smashed would have been the lesser of evils.

And now, a few Dragon March Martial Arts Hall members are right before his eyes.

Could it really be those few people?

Jiang Cheng's heart stirred.

He still has a vague recollection of those people's looks, especially the leader, whose companions all call him Third Senior Brother.

Later, recalling it, he felt secretly fortunate, because the other side was likely, like the disciples of Feiying Martial Arts Hall, also Force Warriors.

Even then, no matter how skillful his Short Staff was, even if perfect, in an actual fight he would probably not be that guy's match.

But times have changed; now he is already Seven-level.

This time returning, he plans to find time to go to Longxing Martial Arts Hall to look for those people, after all, a grudge left unrevengeful is not a gentleman.

But if he meets them now.

That would be just perfect.

Not far away, several Longxing Martial Arts Hall members were gathered around a small stall, each holding grilled skewers in both hands, eating with oil dripping from their mouths.

It was a small stall similar to oden, threading meat and vegetables on bamboo skewers, boiling them in a pot, brushing with sauce; its business was fairly good among many vendors.

However, because of these people's arrival, the customers originally gathered all left.

The stall owner, looking at the few people feasting before him, smiled uglier than crying.

These people basically come here several times each month; being martial artists, others get full after five or six skewers, but these are different—one can eat ten or more skewers without stopping.

Logically, this is a good thing.

After all, who doesn't hope to sell more goods and earn more money? Yet these people don't pay.

Every time it's like this.

He dares to be angry but does not speak.

Because they are members of Longxing Martial Arts Hall, offending them and trying to keep a stall here? Dream on! Iron Fist Gang, even if they collect money, won't stand up for him.

"Cook all the remaining ones, that's it—who's it enough for?" At that moment, the tall man who led them said, and after speaking, he grabbed the tail of the bamboo skewer with his right hand, pulled it to the right, and the few pieces of meat all went into his mouth.

The stall owner was stunned, a look of pain over the meat in his eyes.

"Can't you hear what my Third Senior Brother is saying? Hurry up!"

A man behind him scolded.

"Heard it, heard it."

The stall owner, frightened, shivered and quickly tossed the remaining meat skewers and vegetables into the broth.

The surrounding vendors, seeing this scene, all showed an expression of unwillingness.

Apparently, Lao Wu, for the whole day, again got nothing but wasted effort.

Yet in his heart, he felt again fortunate.

Fortunately those people were not interested in the things they sold.

Otherwise they would also be unlucky.

In a gust like wind sweeping clouds, the remaining skewers were also eaten by a few.

"None left?"

Someone licked their lips, looking as if still unsatisfied.

"That's it, this time I set up the stall, I only brought this much," the stall owner said with a wry smile.

"Spoilsport."

"Exactly, I just got my appetite going."

"Third Senior Brother, how about we go somewhere else to look?"

"Alright."

The leading man nodded, his gaze scanning the surroundings, soon finding food that interested him.

After taking a few steps, a figure appeared before the group, blocking their path.

(End of Chapter)