Chapter 92: Urgency

The next day, the street vendors setting up stalls were the first to notice that the few Wild Wolf Gang members who had been guarding the street for the past several days were gone.

At first they thought the others had simply gotten up late, but as the whole morning passed, then the afternoon, even the evening, those few people still did not appear.

That was rather intriguing.

Combined with what the Flying Eagle Martial Arts Hall people had said on the street a few days earlier, many felt that Wu Tian and his group must have fled.

Some vendors who hadn't paid the Stall Fee began to plot that night.

Since Wu Tian and his crew left, couldn't they set up a ground stall themselves? Staying idle at home earned no money; only by going out to sell could they earn.

So by the third day, the number of street vendors visibly increased.

It started with just a few more, but when others saw nothing wrong they also set up stalls, and the vendors who had paid the Stall Fee instantly became displeased.

After all, they not only paid, but overpaid by thirty percent! Yet others, having paid not a single cent, still set up stalls on the street—on what grounds? Someone sneaked to the place where Wu Tian and his group usually were, only to find the main door tightly shut, and no one answered the knock.

At that moment, everyone realized that Wu Tian and his crew had definitely fled.

Immediately, regardless of who they were, anyone with a small cart came out to set up stalls, and even two vendors fought each other over a good spot.

Jiang Cheng's stall, however, remained empty.

After all, the recent events were known on the street; people knew he was a Senior Member of the Martial Arts Hall and dared not offend him.

But the neighboring spot was another story; everyone knew Jiang Cheng's stall attracted heavy foot traffic, and being close could bask in its glow.

Listening to the rising and falling quarrels around him, Jiang Cheng felt somewhat helpless.

From the current situation, the Wild Wolf Gang wasn't completely useless.

Street order indeed needed people to maintain it; without anyone, it would descend into chaos.

Of course, excess is as bad as deficiency.

Bullying and exploiting others to the extreme is another matter entirely.

That night, Wu Tian's two bodies were taken away; by the next daytime, indeed some were curious about what had happened that night.

Jiang Cheng gave the excuse he had long thought of; a few thugs, seeing his business was good, lay in ambush nearby, but he ran fast and shook them off.

Most people still believed him; some were doubtful, but few asked many questions.

Two days passed in a flash, and nothing happened.

Jiang Cheng still spent the morning sparring with Senior Brother Zeng, the afternoon setting up a ground stall, and the evening doing Standing Post at home.

"In another day or two, I'll be able to learn the Fist Technique."

A hint of anticipation rose in Jiang Cheng's heart.

Of course, what he looked forward to even more was that in another week, Double Staff would reach the Great Achievement Realm, and then defeating Senior Brother Zeng would allow him to meet the Tang Hall Master.

…

Casino.

As the Wild Wolf Gang's money-making pillar, its business was much slower now.

Since the news two days ago that the casino had temporarily halted chip-to-cash exchanges, hardly anyone came.

However, the Wild Wolf Gang members didn't mind.

The reason they couldn't exchange cash was that the higher-ups had taken the money and fled.

Not only the top, in the past two days, the mid- and lower-level members of the Wild Wolf Gang also fled in large numbers.

On the second floor, Wang Weisen stood before the window, watching the bustling street below, his expression forlorn.

He recalled that two or three years ago the Wild Wolf Gang was teeming with talent, but in the blink of an eye it fell apart, its members scattering to find their own paths.

Dong— Dong—.

A series of knocks sounded from outside the door.

"Come in."

Wang Weisen tucked away his disappointment and regained his usual composure.

The door opened, and two underlings walked in.

"Brother Sen, the Gang Leader's side has finished the investigation. On the night Brother Bao was killed, several top members of the Iron Fist Gang were not with us, and many people did see them. Moreover, the Gang Leader spent a lot of money to consult a senior of the Iron Fist Gang, who said he had no idea such a thing existed," Wang Weisen squinted, "So, that means the Iron Fist Gang didn't do it?"

"Probably not."

Wang Weisen hummed, looked at the other man, and asked, "Any news from the Martial Arts Hall side?"

The man, somewhat timid, produced a list, some names circled, some not, and said, "Brother Sen, I've asked around about the Core Disciples of the three Martial Arts Halls; half of them have alibis for that night, which I've circled and noted the reasons, while the other half are still under investigation."

"Half still?"

Wang Weisen's expression changed.

"Brother Sen, those are all Core Disciples of the Martial Arts Hall; I can't make it too obvious, and some of them probably already know we're investigating them," the man said, sounding aggrieved.

Wang Weisen was silent for a moment.

"I'll give you another sum of money; speed up the process!"

"Sen..."

The man wore a bitter expression.

"It's not that easy. Moreover, this isn't about money; if we truly anger them, they'd just slap us to death—what then?" "Finish this, and I'll bring you into the Outer City District."

Wang Weisen said.

!

Both men in front of him lit up.

"You two, along with Wei Bao, are my confidants. This time Wei Bao was killed; if you were the ones killed, I would feel the same, sparing no cost to avenge you."

"Brother Sen!"

"Brother Sen!"

The two were deeply moved by his words.

The inner resentment that had been there originally also vanished at this moment.

Yeah, Sen Ge getting Wei Bao to this point shows he's a boss worth following, right? And if you cling to Sen Ge's leg, you can go into the Outer City District together, unlike the others in the class who don't even know where to go.

"By the way, Sen Ge, I just thought of someone who might be related to Brother Bao's death."

"Oh, who?"

"It's a street vendor selling Roasted Sweet Potato. I heard the surrounding thugs say this guy is quite good at fighting, and he also uses a staff."

Wang Weisen's eyes lit up instantly, "How good is he?"

"Hmm... taking on two or three small thugs alone is no problem."

"What about more?"

"I don't know about more; after that, those thugs didn't dare to mess with him. And I heard that kid is a Senior Member of the Flying Eagle Martial Arts Hall, maybe it's related to this case?"

"What kind of fighting is that?"

Wang Weisen snorted.

What he despises most are those street thugs; they have no real skill, but they're good at bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

Being able to beat two or three thugs, just a bit ruthless, is all it takes; there's nothing impressive about it at all.

"Sen Ge, don't you think? Heh, I also think it couldn't be him—a Roasted Sweet Potato vendor, how could he have much skill?" The man kept chuckling.

"Hmm, don't waste energy on irrelevant people; use the time to investigate the remaining half of the people."

"Yes, Sen Ge."

"Hurry up."

Wang Weisen walked to the window again.

His intuition told him that in a few days at most, members of the Iron Fist Gang would arrive.

As for the Gang Leader, he didn't know how much longer he could stall for himself.

(End of Chapter)