Chapter 82: Windfall【Seeking Subscriptions】

Seeing the wine bottle flying toward him, Jiang Cheng had anticipated it, sidestepped to avoid it, then quickly took two strides forward and lashed his staff hard at Wei Bao's waist.

Ah!

Wei Bao let out a miserable cry, fell to the ground, and curled up like a cooked shrimp.

Jiang Cheng didn't stop to finish him off; first, after being hit with that staff, the guy couldn't get up for several minutes; second, if Jiang Xiong ran into the house, locked the door, and braced it with something, even Jiang Cheng couldn't do anything about him.

Thus he sped up and chased after him.

Jiang Xiong heard Wei Bao's miserable cry behind him, his soul nearly fled in fright; fortunately he was only two or three steps from the gate, so as long as…

Then an unexpected change occurred.

The gate that had been open suddenly shut with a bang.

Jiang Xiong, caught off guard, slammed into the gate with a bang, pain bringing tears to his eyes.

Jiang Cheng saw this and was momentarily stunned.

He had thought there might still be someone inside the house.

But he hadn't expected that the people inside would, at this moment, shut the gate and keep Jiang Xiong out?

Open the door! Quickly open the door!

Jiang Xiong, ignoring the pain, threw his full weight against the door.

But the door was likely locked from inside; even if it could be forced open, it wouldn't happen quickly.

Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes and walked quickly over.

Qian Shanshan, Jiang Ling, you two bitches! Open the door! Quickly open the door! Hear me? Open the door!

Jiang Xiong, while watching Jiang Cheng draw nearer behind him, desperately pounded on the door frame: 'You two little bitches, do you want to kill me? Damn it, I've always treated you well, and this is how you repay me! Open the door! Open the door!'

By then, Jiang Cheng had already reached him.

His eyes were icy, as if he were looking at a corpse.

'Spare my life, sir! Spare my life, please!'

Jiang Xiong, no longer able to curse the people inside, fell to his knees before Jiang Cheng with a thud, tears and snot streaming, pleading: 'Sir, I have no grudge against your Iron Fist Gang; if you want to avenge your brothers, go after Wei Bao—it has nothing to do with me. Sir, please, spare me.'

Not far away, Wei Bao, writhing in pain on the ground, heard this and no longer had the heart to be angry.

He felt as if his body had been broken, a piercing pain.

Jiang Cheng said nothing; with his right hand moving faster than one could cover his ears, he struck a blow to the opponent's temple.

Jiang Xiong's body jerked as if shocked, then he collapsed to the ground.

Jiang Cheng, not feeling safe, struck two more blows, then walked toward the stunned lackey of Jiang Xiong standing nearby.

The lackey had already been scared stupid, tears welling at the corners of his eyes, looking at Jiang Cheng and begging: 'Please, don't kill me, I…'

His voice cut off abruptly.

Only then did Jiang Cheng walk over to Wei Bao lying on the ground.

Wei Bao stared fixedly at Jiang Cheng, gritting his teeth through the pain: 'If you kill me, Sen Ge will surely avenge me!'

'Bang! Bang!'

Two heavy thuds sounded; Wei Bao's eyes widened, and he died with his eyes open.

After doing all that, Jiang Cheng didn't stop; out of caution, he went over each of the fallen opponents and delivered a finishing blow.

After confirming that besides himself there was no one alive in the courtyard, Jiang Cheng turned his gaze to the gate.

There were still people there.

But from Jiang Xiong's curses before he died, those two people seemed to be women.

The women living with Jiang Xiong might not be good people either, but now the gate is locked; breaking in would take time, and the commotion inside the courtyard just now was huge—it would surely alert nearby people; if someone went to tip off the Wild Wolf Gang, that would be bad.

Moreover, those two women might have been merely coerced by Jiang Xiong; otherwise, if they were in league with him, there'd be no reason for them to shut the gate at the crucial moment. 'Well, even if there are others inside, I'll have to let them go for now, and since my purpose for this trip has already been fulfilled, I shouldn't linger any longer.'

Jiang Cheng thought to himself.

He turned around, his eyes on the black briefcase Wei Bao had produced.

He quickly walked over, opened the zipper, and saw that it was stuffed full of banknotes—hundreds, tens, a few yuan; at a rough glance, there were at least twenty or thirty thousand, possibly more!

Jiang Cheng's breathing suddenly became rapid.

He hadn't expected this unexpected gain.

With this money, Chen Sao's expenses and the Martial Arts Hall's renewal fees would be easily settled.

There would even be plenty left over.

Jiang Cheng pricked up his ears; outside there was no sound of footsteps.

He quickly gathered his double staff, then began searching the bodies of Wei Bao and the others.

The money on those people was certainly less than what was in the bag, but every little bit helps, and who knows if he might find some secret martial arts on them? After spending a few minutes, Jiang Cheng searched them and found over two thousand yuan, which he put into the bag, then he sprinted outside as fast as he could.

After running a distance, he again opened his coat's zipper, hid the bag inside, and zipped up the coat.

After all, if the Wild Wolf Gang later investigated, they could easily get clues from the bag; concealing it on his person, even if someone saw him, he would just look like a fat man.

Jiang Cheng's breathing was short, his heart bursting with excitement.

He wished he could instantly teleport home to count exactly how much money was in the bag.

But just after Jiang Cheng left, in Jiang Xiong's house, the two women sat on the ground like a puddle of soft mud.

These two women were naturally the bitches Jiang Xiong had cursed; after locking the gate from the inside, they even braced their bodies against the door.

Seeing Jiang Xiong killed, the two women felt extreme satisfaction.

But when they saw the 'murderer' turn his gaze toward the gate, their hearts leapt up to their throats.

They had shut the gate at the last moment with the intention of using a knife to kill, but mostly it was self-preservation.

Because the murderer dared to kill even the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang, let alone these two women; he would surely exterminate them, leaving no survivors.

Fortunately, they still managed to survive.

"Ling sister, thanks to your timely reminder, otherwise I would already be a corpse now." The woman on the left gave a bitter smile, her tone carrying relief.

Because at that time she was frightened stupid, her mind went completely blank.

Even later, when she was ordered to do things, she was like a puppet.

"Nothing."

Jiang Ling shook her head, also looking like she had just recovered from a fright.

"It can be considered that heaven has eyes; those bastards Jiang Xiong are dead, and if my husband has a spirit in heaven, he would also rest in peace." Qian Shanshan said, tears falling.

"Shanshan, now is not the time to relax."

Jiang Ling turned her head and looked at her seriously: "Wei Bao is dead; it won't be long before the Wild Wolf Gang gets the news. By then, if we two remain here, our fate will be a hundred times worse than being killed by that person just now."

Qian Shanshan shuddered.

Yeah, the Wild Wolf Gang members died; the Wild Wolf Class won't let it go.

As survivors, they two will definitely not have a good outcome.

"Ling sister, what should we do?"

"What else can we do? We can only run."

Jiang Ling let out a sigh.

"Hurry up and pack your clothes, then take the money Jiang Xiong hid, leave this place, the farther the better."

(End of chapter)