A master of supernatural powers who started from low martial arts

Chapter 67: Shoot the man first, shoot the horse

The next day.

Money help station.

Although the Money Gang, like the Qinglong Gang, claims to have three thousand members is just a boast, it can still be regarded as a strong force and a large number of people. It is not difficult to call out hundreds of people at the station with an order.

As the largest gang in Nancheng, the Money Gang had circled a piece of land as a gang base in the early years. They built decent auditoriums, conference halls, martial arts arenas, and even houses and houses for the gang's elites to live in. The owner's Jin Taihong family house is also built in the camp, which is extremely safe.

And this evening.

In the gang meeting hall, the young gang leader Jin Zhenglin sat upright on a big tiger-skin chair with a golden sword. A confidant stood beside him, and in front of him were three men who respectfully presented the accounts.

Jin Zhenglin is in his thirties, with a sinister look on his face and eyes, and his temples are slightly bulging. It is obvious that he has quite good martial arts skills.

After briefly flipping through the accounts in his hand, Jin Zhenglin looked unhappy:

"This month the opium den only made a thousand silver dollars after deducting costs. This bastard Tsing Yi Ke cost me so many silver dollars!"

The three subordinates with low eyebrows looked at each other and said bitterly:

"That's right, young gang leader!"

"More than a dozen opium dens have been locked up for three or four months under Master Jin's order. The brothers below can hardly hold on any longer!"

"If you hadn't allowed us to open three stores secretly, Young Gang Leader, our brothers wouldn't even be able to pay out their monthly income!"

"Young Gang Leader, let me tell you that the man in green clothes has only been active in Dongcheng. He is not in conflict with our money gang, so there is no need to be so afraid of him!"

"One opium shop can make a few hundred silver dollars every month, and ten opium shops can earn thousands of dollars. If you don't make enough money, it's a waste! We still have a lot of goods in the warehouse. If they are stored for a long time, the smell will be wrong. !”

The leader of the gang, Jin Taihong, is over 50 years old and has gradually retreated behind the scenes and started to let Jin Zhenglin handle some of the affairs of the gang. However, he still has absolute leading power in important decisions.

Jin Zhenglin rubbed his eyebrows:

"Okay, I understand. I will mention this to my dad later. Apart from the accounts, there is no other situation in the opium shop, right?"

Both men said no, but one of them hesitated and said:
  "Young Gang Leader, a man died in front of the opium shop I'm in charge of yesterday."

"Oh?"

Jin Zhenglin's eyes narrowed slightly: "What's going on? Who is dead?"

The man said:
  "The man's name is Hou San. He has been smoking in the opium shop for nearly two years and even sold his wife. Yesterday, he came to my place to beg for a few puffs, but I kicked him out. Not long after he was kicked out, I heard When I heard the commotion, I came out and saw that Hou San outside the door had been stabbed to death from behind for some reason, and I don't know who killed him."

Jin Zhenglin didn't care about the life and death of a poisonous insect. He just frowned and said, "Is it possible that he was killed when he was stealing money on the street and got into trouble? The opium shop business was not affected?"

The subordinate chuckled and said: "Don't worry, young gang leader, I discovered and dealt with it as soon as possible. There will be no impact at all."

"That's fine."

Jin Zhenglin waved his hand:
  "You guys go back. I'm going to check on my father about the opium den. I'll let you know when I have any news."

"Yes."

The three men responded and retreated respectfully.

Jin Zhenglin stood up and walked through the meeting hall and the atrium, leaving his subordinates and confidants waiting outside, and entered the back house alone.

Their Jin family's house was built according to the structure of half a royal palace, with a cloister courtyard inside that looks like a garden.

When they arrived at the main courtyard of the back house, they saw an old man dressed in cloth and looking like a lion standing in the courtyard, slowly performing a set of boxing techniques.

It is the Dinghai Shenzhen of the entire Money Gang, the gang leader Jin Taihong.

It can be seen that at this moment, Jin Taihong seems to be performing a set of health-preserving boxing techniques, with slow movements and no visible power.

But Jin Zhenglin could clearly feel that the surrounding air was surging under the influence of some inexplicable force, which was very strange.

At the same time, where Jin Taihong stood, the ground was clearly paved with blue bricks, but deep footprints were left one after another, as if they were scalded with a red-hot iron.

After a moment.

call.
  Jin Taihong slowly drew back his strength, opened his mouth and spat out, and a stream of air visible to the naked eye rolled out, lifting up all the dead branches and leaves within a foot in front of him and blowing them away!
  Jin Zhenglin immediately stepped forward and said respectfully:
  "Dad, your kung fu is getting more and more superb."

Jin Taihong glanced at his son, walked to the side and sat down on the imperial chair. He took the towel and tea from the old servant next to him and said leisurely:

"The gang has a lot of things to do, why do you have time to come to my place?"

Jin Zhenglin said respectfully:
  "Dad, I'm here to ask you about the opium den. The big and small opium dens opened by the gang have been closed for more than three months. The brothers there have been having a hard time these days, so they asked me to ask questions. When will this opium shop be opened?"

Jin Taihong glanced at his son, his eyes opening and closing with the majesty of a superior:

"I don't think it's the brother down there, but you who want to open the opium shop? Now is not the time. Let's wait for some time."

Jin Zhenglin obviously didn't understand, and said:

"Dad, that man in green has always been active in the East City, and I haven't seen him reach out to other places so far. Moreover, our money gang is the largest gang in the south of the city, and you are a famous martial arts master who has refined blood. This Phoenix Yang Mansion can defeat you by no more than a palm, so why should you be afraid of such a hidden Xiaoxiao?"

"Arrogant, have you forgotten everything I taught you over the years?!"

Jin Taihong suddenly darkened his face and scolded:

"That Qingyi guest is mysterious and mysterious, and his methods are strange. The Jingwusi's power has been unable to do anything to this person for more than half a year. Our money has helped our family achieve great things, how can we not guard against him?

There are rumors in the Jingwu Division that this person may be a high-level mage of the Sixth Realm. Although his father has broken through the Fifth Realm, his age is here, and his energy, blood and physical strength are not what he used to be. He has to walk on thin ice against such a person!
  Especially since he may not be able to do anything to me, but he can do something to you. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't give up on this big stall, my father would have wanted to take you to other places to avoid the limelight! "

He didn't expect that his father, who had fought hard in the bloody storm, would be so afraid of Tsing Yi Ke. Jin Zhenglin was speechless and said bravely:
  "We have so many money helpers, if that Qingyi guest dares to come here, he will never come back!"

"Jingwu Si doesn't even dare to say such things, but you have a very strong tone."

Jin Taihong knew his son's nature well and said in a deep voice:
  "As I said before, be careful when sailing for thousands of years. You secretly opened three opium dens and I have turned a blind eye. But the remaining opium dens cannot be opened without my permission!
  The situation is unclear now. The silver coins accumulated in the silver warehouse are enough to last for a long time. If you are short of money, you can withdraw it at any time. There is no need to make a big splash to attract the attention of Qingyi customers. Do you understand? "

Although Jin Zhenglin was usually very impressive in taking care of the basic affairs of the gang, at this moment he could only obey and said helplessly:

"My son understands."

Jin Taihong nodded: "Go ahead."

Jin Zhenglin left the back house with a gloomy expression.

The sun was already setting at the moment, and as soon as he walked out, his confidant Ma Kui, who had been waiting outside, came up to observe his words:

"Young Gang Leader, are you in a bad mood?"

"Straight bitch, that stupid Tsing Yi guest has made me a little angry now."

Jin Zhenglin, who failed to achieve his goal, waved his hand angrily:

"Go to Nuanxiang Pavilion!" Nuanxiang Pavilion was opened by the Qianqian Gang and is one of the best brothels in the south of the city. The women in it are of high quality, even Shinra foreign girls.

Although Jin Zhenglin is married and even has two concubines, he still visits here when he feels depressed.

Upon hearing this, his confidant Ma Kui immediately arranged a carriage and drove the other party to Nuanxiang Pavilion himself.

When the young gang leader arrived, Nuanxiang Pavilion naturally received him with the highest standards. Soon the best rooms, the best food and wine, and several of the most popular and beautiful top names came to the battle. It was really ecstasy.

Then he put on hibiscus ointment, which he dared not smoke at home, and puffed on the smoke, which made Jin Zhenglin completely vent the depression in his heart and feel extremely comfortable.

Hibiscus ointment is very harmful to ordinary people because it is very harmful to ordinary people. Although people who practice martial arts are much stronger than ordinary people, they will be weak and weak if they take too much. Therefore, even if the hibiscus ointment in the entire south of the city flows out from the Money Gang, Jin Taihong will not allow it. Children touch this thing.

As the young gang leader of the Money Gang, Jin Zhenglin only smoked occasionally, but he never got addicted due to his good martial arts skills.

That's it, after a lot of debauchery.

It's midnight.

Under the dark night, Jin Zhenglin, smelling of smoke and alcohol, walked out of Nuanxiang Pavilion with empty steps.

Ma Kui, who had been waiting in the lobby, carefully helped him onto the carriage and laughed:

"Young Gang Leader, are you in a happy mood now?"

Jin Zhenglin only felt that his bones were a little lighter and said lazily:
  "Not bad, go back quickly, I'm a little tired."

"I'll take you back here!"

Without saying a word, Ma Kui reached the frame and raised his whip:

"drive!"

The wheels drove slowly on the road, heading towards the gang station.

Nuanxiang Pavilion was at least ten miles away from the station. Jin Zhenglin, whose energy was exhausted, leaned on the carriage and closed his eyes to sleep. After a while, he fell asleep.

However, I don't know how long it took.

bang!
  The carriage jolted suddenly and violently, waking him up from his light sleep.

The carriage stopped for a moment, and Jin Zhenglin angrily opened the curtain and yelled:

"Ma Kui, what are you doing?"

Before he finished speaking, the last word "ghost" was stuck in his throat.

Because even though the night was dark at this moment, at such a close distance, he could already see Ma Kui, who was sitting in front of the car and driving. His head had disappeared without knowing when, leaving only a headless body that remained behind the wheel. posture!
  The smell of blood hit his face, and Jin Zhenglin felt like he was dead. He suddenly grabbed the short knife and repeating musket he wore and jumped out of the carriage. At the same time, he used the carriage as a shield and shouted sharply into the darkness ahead:

"Who!"

however.

This was a secluded and uninhabited road, with no residential buildings around, and his stern questions did not elicit any response.

Jin Zhenglin tightened his grip on his sword and gun, gritted his teeth and shouted into the surrounding darkness:
  "You have the guts to ambush, but don't have the guts to show up!?"

"How dare you ambush me? No matter who you are, I will kill your whole family!"

He never expected that someone would dare to ambush him, the young leader of the money gang, in the south of the city tonight.

As Jin Taihong's successor, he is not a loser. Although his martial arts talent is not very good, under the guidance of Jin Taihong, a great master, he has reached the peak of bone forging, and he is definitely considered worthy among the gang. He is a rare master, and not many can beat him.

However, he was not in good condition today, and the enemy seemed to be well prepared, so he did not intend to fight head-on with the enemy in such a passive situation.

Therefore, after receiving no response and finding no trace of the enemy, Jin Zhenglin immediately became worried and suddenly took advantage of the cover of darkness to rush out and run towards the direction from which he came.

However, just as he made a move.

boom!
  Suddenly, the air in front of him was violently crushed without warning, and layers of air waves exploded. It was as if an invisible but powerful fist came bombarding him, squeezing and exploding all the air in front of him. , forming a suffocating vacuum!
  what! ?

This sudden change was earth-shattering, too sudden and violent. Although there was a terrifying strong wind blowing in his face, no one could be seen. Jin Zhenglin's face changed drastically, and he subconsciously blocked it with his arms in fear.

crackle!

the next moment.

His eyes bulged, and he felt the terrifying force of a landslide and tsunami hitting him, blowing away his arms that he had to parry with, and then bombarding his chest like a siege hammer, making him feel like a bird hit by a cannon. Bird, fly backwards!

During the process of flying upside down, Jin Zhenglin's sternum was broken and blood spurted out from his mouth and nose. He felt the sound of strong wind tearing past his ears, and every inch of his body felt like it was being blown to pieces at any time.

In the darkness, his body was thrown several feet away before falling weakly to the ground and rolling over. The sword and gun in his hand could no longer be held and were thrown somewhere.

He clearly felt that his sternum and even his lungs seemed to be torn apart. He roared in pain and struggled to get up.

But then, it seemed as if an invisible hand grabbed his throat and blocked all the sounds.

Then, Jin Zhenglin, in pain and powerlessness, was even more horrified and shocked to find that he was lifted up like a rag doll and then ran at high speed in the darkness!
  There was obviously no living thing in sight, but such a strange and terrifying scene almost scared him crazy.

He desperately wanted to struggle, but his severely injured body and his neck that was strangled and almost suffocated left him with no power to resist.

I don't know how long it took.

There was a sudden spin, and Jin Zhenglin was thrown to the ground. He screamed again and spit out a mouthful of blood.

He endured great pain and raised his head, and with a distorted face, he discovered that this place was a more secluded and desolate no-man's land. It could be said that the sky and the earth were not working.

He had never encountered such a terrifying thing. His teeth chattered and he looked around the darkness in infinite horror:
  "Here, what is it?"

"Get out of here, get out of here if you can!"

next moment.

"as you wish."

In the darkness, a faint voice suddenly came out.

Jin Zhenglin's pupils suddenly shrank.

Then, in the darkness less than seven feet away in front of him, he suddenly saw a strange figure emerging from the darkness without any warning.

It was Lu Yuan who used the art of invisibility for the first time under the gaze of others.

"you you"

Looking at Lu Yuan who appeared out of thin air, he was stunned for a moment as if struck by thunder, and then he trembled in disbelief and said:
  "Are you a guest in Tsing Yi? Are you a human or a ghost?"

(End of this chapter)