Silent Killing

What Zuo Zhicheng didn’t know was that the method of red clothed woman was faster and more intense than he thought.

The Western District’s vegetable market, a piece of land here, was occupied by a small gang called the Quanzhou Gang, but this time also joined the erosion of the Hailong Gang.

But the Quanzhou Bangtangkou, which was originally brightly lit, had become completely black at this time.

Several Hailong gang members pushed into the door as instructed, and as soon as the door was pushed, they were smoked by a bloody smell of assaults the senses.

A gang member just glanced inside and immediately quit and started vomiting while holding the wall.

It was a scene like the Corpse Mountain Blood Sea.

The red clothed woman came out slowly, and there was still a trace of blood on her body, clothes, and hair ends, but she seemed to enjoy the process herself.

She threw it away and threw a dark thing to a gangster.

“Hang on the pier tomorrow.”

“Everyone will know who the hell is in Xinlugang.”

And the gang who took the things from the red clothed woman, when he saw what was dark in his hands, immediately exclaimed.

That’s the head of Quanzhou’s Sect Leader.

The form of the entire Underground World of Xinlugang became extremely turbulent because of the arrival of the red clothed woman.

In just five days, the heads of several gang leaders were hung on the dock. No one has evidence to prove that this was done by the Hailong Gang, but everyone knows that this is a demonstration of the Hailong Gang.

The original encroachment sites were spit out one by one, and the major gangs that had been aggressive had hesitated under the pure blood and violence.

It ’s not that everyone has n’t killed anyone, it ’s rude to hang out, it ’s just worse than anyone else. But things like red clothed woman that wiped out the whole family, cut off people ’s heads, and even shredded people, really scared these gangsters.

But when there is oppression, there is resistance. When a series of hot clothed women scares everyone, it also means that she has become a nail in the eyes and a thorn in the flesh.

However, he was like a ghost. No one knew where she was hiding, and even the accommodations arranged by Sea Dragon for her were all rejected. From the beginning to the end, she only contacted Long Feiyang unilaterally. She was like a swimming fish hiding in the sea, hiding herself completely.

In the opinion of Zuo Zhicheng, this information means professionalism.

Professional killer, martial artist specialized in fighting and killing. No matter the skill, strength, mentality, it is far from the so-called gangsters, or what the four heavenly kings can compare.

If we want to make an analogy, it is equal to the difference between a part-time job and a professor.

And just after all the gangs in Xinlucheng were attacked again, a name was vaguely revealed from the Hailong Gang.

Blood Rakshasa.

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Starting this morning, when Zuo Zhicheng was doing morning exercises at dojo, he found that there were more and more people coming and going.

However, Jiang Tianzheng, who had been doing morning exercises together every day, did not have the morning exercises with Zuo Zhicheng, but instead went in and out of the place to talk and communicate with people.

‘Research Martial Hall, Xinlu Boxing Club, Dragon Boxing Hall, Boxing Soul Hall, Rising Sun Dojo …’ Looking at these Martial Masters who came in and out, Zuo Zhicheng silently thought about their identity, all of them new Master of major dojo in Lucheng.

He knew that Jiang Tianzheng had contacted these dojos in order to support the pressure of the Hailong Gang. He even wanted to connect all the dojos in Xinlugang to form a martial arts association, so that more and more people practiced martial strength. Fear of rape. Fight against the underground forces of Xinlucheng. After all, there is no fundamental conflict of interest between dojo and the gang, and many are even related.

This naturally leads to discomfort and has never been successful.

Zuo Zhicheng wondered if it was because of the pressure brought by the blood Rakshasa, these dojo also wanted to hold a group. Thinking of the so-called blood Rakshasa, Zuo Zhicheng frowned.

Jiang Qing on the side patted Zuo Zhicheng’s head and said, “What are you looking at blindly and concentrate on martial arts.”

At the moment Zuo Zhicheng retracted his observation and began to practice Xumi Changquan one-by-one. In the past few days, because Jiang Tianzheng is very busy, he has left the task of teaching Zuo Zhicheng to Jiang Qing.

Chiang Ching watched Zuo Zhicheng punching Xu Mi long and punching, and nodded with satisfaction: “Nice, good progress. Although your kid is aptitude in general, he still has a little perseverance and knows how to work hard.” But she suddenly frowned again:

“But in the past few days, what are you afraid of, you always come and hide, and your punches are soft. It’s lost my face.”

After all, he is a half dojo, and always has a disadvantage when practicing with the students, but it makes Jiang Qing upset.

Zuo Zhicheng scratched his chin and said, “I’m a little worried that my shots will be heavy. If I practice, what should I do if I miss someone else’s key? And Afei’s training time is longer than mine. It’s normal. . “

“What are you afraid of, what martial arts are you so afraid of fighting! And A Fei, how can you practice diligently, your Xumi Changquan has been better than them.”

Jiang Qing hated ironless steel and said, “I tell you, the practice is the practice, and the play is the practice. How often do you practice hard and not dare to shoot? You are about the same age, and your weight and height are not bad. How much, the key is to look at the courage and skills.

Let me tell you, up to this point, Wu De’s self-cultivation is all fake. In the future, especially when discussing with other dojos, let me fight them to death! Only when you win won’t you be entitled to say anything. “

Zuo Zhicheng smiled helplessly: “I see.”

One morning passed quickly. As the afternoon came, the students who had originally learned martial arts concentrated on the practice ground, and Jiang Qing taught martial arts.

The Masters who contacted Jiang Tianzheng were all concentrated in the dining room.

Outside the door of dojo, two martial artists, one old and one young, came in. The old man is slightly blessed with a humble expression, and looks more like a businessman than a martial artist.

The teenager behind him looks chic, has several points of ** talented charm.

As soon as the two entered the dining room, a group of warriors followed Jiang Tianzheng and greeted them.

Zuo Zhicheng glanced at the two, and said in his heart: “Rising Sun Dojo, Xiao Jingyang, and his son Xiao Changhe. The earliest dojo in Xinlu. It seems to have something to do with Baijiahui.”

Under the detection of infrared line of sight, the two people’s innate energies were concentrated on their backs. Xiao Jingyang was 28% purple and Xiao Changhe was 9% purple.

“Zuo Zhicheng.” Jiang Qing pointed at Zuo Zhicheng leaning on the wall with a broom, “Few people, you come to be a companion.”

Zuo Zhicheng reluctantly twisted his lips and could only go up to participate in this ‘play’.

The boy who practiced with him was A Fei, who had been taught by Jiang Qing in the past, but now looking at Zuo Zhicheng, he is eager to try. After all, he has been practicing with Zuo Zhicheng for the past few days. He already knows that although the opponent ’s fist stance is very good and his set of boxing fists is also very proficient, it is easy to panic when he fights. %.

In the dining room on the other side, Jiang Tianzheng was chatting hotly with Xiao Jingyang and the Masters. Xiao Changhe behind was boring in this place full of elders, only to see Jiang Qing guiding the students to practice, and then his eyes brightened. Come slowly.

Today’s Jiang Qing is also a white practice suit, with a face carved in pink and jade, and two heroic dashing eyebrows. It looks like the combination of a heroine and a wealthy man, and it has indeed attracted many people today. Eyes, but so far, only Xiao Changhe has really taken action.

He walked to Jiang Qing and looked at Zuo Zhicheng, who was ‘left branch and right clumsy’ under A Fei’s fist, said with a smile: “Junior Sister Qing, you two students ca n’t do it. Kung fu has a foundation , But playing like this is no different from being on the street. “

Unfortunately, in the face of Xiao Changhe’s active approach, Jiang Qing didn’t look at him at all, as if treating him as air.