Chapter 281: Forced Entry

Murder! Murder!

The shouts echoed throughout the entire street.

The Iron Fist Gang stationed here also heard the commotion.

As the masters of this street, they naturally wouldn't stand by while others caused trouble on their turf.

Soon, more than twenty Iron Fist Gang members wielding Watermelon Knives rushed to the scene.

All that could be seen on the vast street was utter chaos.

Hardly any people were in sight, but there lay several corpses in white clothing on the road, glaringly obvious.

As the group approached and saw clearly, they all sucked in a breath of cold air.

Those who died suffered too horribly.

No, those who died seem to be from the Dragon March Martial Arts Hall!

In an instant, everyone's faces changed.

Who has the guts to do this? You know, even the Iron Fist Gang wouldn't dare openly attack members of the three martial arts halls on the street, let alone commit murder in broad daylight under everyone's eyes.

No one dared to delay or touch those corpses; one person took out his phone and dialed.

"Chao Ge, something's wrong!"

As soon as the call connected, the man on the line spoke urgently: "Someone's killing people on the street, and they're from the Dragon March Martial Arts Hall!"

"What!"

Li Chao was quite surprised upon hearing that.

"Are you sure?"

"Chao Ge, I'm quite sure, because I'm at the scene now; there are several corpses on the ground, all wearing Dragon March Martial Arts Hall uniforms, and one of them you know."

"Who?"

"The third disciple of the Dragon March Martial Arts Hall Gym Master, Fang Shaopeng."

"What!"

Upon hearing that, Li Chao sprang up from his mat.

The two men sent earlier by the gang, after the incident, he received orders and came here.

Although he was alone, his strength was that of a Second-level Force Warrior; even if those two men teamed up, they wouldn't be his match.

Fang Shaopeng's strength was also Second Level; since they had never truly fought, he didn't know the opponent's ability.

But there's no doubt that if he wanted to kill the opponent, unless he ambushed them, he himself would pay a heavy price.

"How did they die? Who's the killer?"

"They were held down and smashed headfirst into the ground, shattering most of the skull; the killer, it's said, is a middle-aged man carrying a knife, but no one knows where he went."

"A middle-aged man with a knife?"

Li Chao's expression grew even more horrified.

Even his voice trembled as he spoke.

"You, you're sure that person was carrying a knife?"

"Um, I heard that from the fleeing people; it should be correct, right?"

"Forget it, hurry back with people."

Li Chao took a deep breath.

"The waters here run deep; it's not something we can interfere with."

"Yes, Chao Ge."

The man nodded repeatedly.

He's not stupid either; even his underlings realize this isn't simple, so how could he not notice?

"Well, don't move those corpses, and don't notify the Dragon March Martial Arts Hall; after all, it's their own business, let them handle it, hum."

Having said that, Li Chao let out a cold snort.

"Perhaps this is still an opportunity for us."

"Chao Ge, what do you mean?"

The man asked tentatively.

"Saying this now might still be premature; in any case, first let's wait and see, and also send someone to watch the Dragon March Martial Arts Hall's movements—my gut tells me something big will happen next."

"Okay."

Afterward, Li Chao hung up the phone, a smirk curling his lips.

To be honest, he's long been displeased with the three martial arts halls on the street.

Because of their presence, how much less does the Iron Fist Gang collect each month? If someone wiped them all out, who would benefit but the Iron Fist Gang? The more money they bring in, the more he gets, allowing him to buy more cultivation resources and boost his strength.

……

"Flying Eagle Martial Arts Hall." Jiang Cheng looked up at the large characters on the rooftop.

If it weren't for Xiao Yuanqing's tip-off, he might still be living a quiet life in the Poor District.

By day he sold roasted sweet potatoes, by night he returned to cultivate; his cultivation speed might not be as fast as now, but the danger would certainly be much lower.

Whether better or worse, Jiang Cheng couldn't reach a conclusion.

But one conclusion is clear: Xiao Yuanqing must die today.

The next moment, he lifted his foot and stepped inside.

The woman at the front desk was still the same one from two or three months ago.

Seeing Jiang Cheng arrive, she put on a professional smile: "Sir, may I help you with anything?"

"I'd like to find Xiao Yuanqing; I have something I want to discuss with him."

"Do you want to see Senior Brother Xiao? May I ask if you have an appointment?" the woman asked immediately.

Jiang Cheng shook his head.

"Then I'm sorry."

The woman furrowed her brows: "Without an appointment, you can't see him."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, sir, I'm really sorry."

"It's fine."

Jiang Cheng chuckled: "I'm also here, to say sorry."

"?"

The woman was stunned.

She quickly understood Jiang Cheng's meaning.

Because the latter chose to barge in, he walked straight inside.

"Sir! Sir!"

She shouted, trying to reach out and grab Jiang Cheng.

Then he lightly jumped, leaping over the turnstile, and in the eyes of the dazed first-floor members, he went up the stairs as if no one was there, walking toward the second floor.

"Senior Brother Zhao! Not good! Someone barged in!"

The woman hurriedly called Zhao Xiangyu's phone.

Actually, she didn't need to notify him; Zhao Xiangyu, who was teaching senior members on the second floor, saw that blade-carrying figure.

"Friend!"

He quickly left the crowd and came to a position five or six meters from Jiang Cheng.

He clasped his fists.

"Friend, this is the premises of our Flying Eagle Martial Arts Hall; please don't enter without permission, otherwise don't blame us for being rude."

Jiang Cheng glanced at him.

His gaze went past him, behind him, and he saw some familiar faces.

For example, Lin Quanliang, Tan Lei, Sun Xiaoli, etc.

But at this moment, their eyes were filled with vigilance.

"I'm here to find Senior Brother Xiao; after I find him, I'll naturally leave."

Jiang Cheng spoke slowly.

"Senior Brother Xiao?"

Lin Quanliang and the others exchanged glances, letting out a low murmur.

Hearing Jiang Cheng speak, Zhao Xiangyu breathed a slight sigh of relief.

This person seems still able to communicate; that's good.

"Friend, I don't know what business you have with Senior Brother Xiao; feel free to tell me, and if it's urgent, I can relay it for you, but I Hope you also respect our Martial Arts Hall and don't barge in again."

"Take his dog's life."

Jiang Cheng said.

"What?"

For a moment, Zhao Xiangyu and the others were stunned, hardly believing their ears.

This person came to kill Senior Brother Xiao?

This is the Flying Eagle Martial Arts Hall! "You didn't hear wrong."

Jiang Cheng spoke again: "I'm here to kill that beast Xiao Yuanqing."

(End of chapter)