"Rubbish, what a bunch of rubbish!

"How can this group of wastes in Tiandimen be worthy of the title of the underworld gang, it's just a bunch of shit, and an important person at the level of a hall master has died in his own house, and he hasn't done anything? What about chicken feathers? “

After waiting for a day, Wei Fang found that after losing a Red Dragon Hall master, instead of making some crazy moves and retaliating indiscriminately (invading the Star Seeking Gate or other gangs), Wei Fang found that after losing a Red Dragon Hall master, the underworld faction of Tiandimen instead made some crazy moves and retaliated indiscriminately (invading the Star Seeking Gate or other gangs), but instead shrank its power, and some hall master-level figures traveled more cautiously, and actually sent more people to protect them.

And how to deal with Li Guangling's matter, only sent more people to investigate, trying to find clues little by little and search for the murderer.

What the hell is this?

Is this the style of the underworld faction?

Why is it so slow to find clues, find evidence, and search for murderers, this is the underworld style? It's not!

This is the official style.

You are a big underworld faction, and the head of your own family has been killed, shouldn't you rather kill the wrong one than miss it, doubt is evidence, and you can kill whoever you want.

This is the real underworld style!

According to his assumption, after Li Guangling, the master of the Red Dragon Hall of the Heaven and Earth Gate, was killed, the Heaven and Earth Gate should go berserk, and the first target of suspicion should be the other three underworld gangs of the same size.

They have both strength and motivation!

In this case, Tiandimen must at least give reciprocal revenge, and kill several characters of the same weight first, so as to show the majesty of Tiandimen, to deter other forces that are ready to move, and to vividly reveal the temperament of the underworld gang that will kill me if I don't agree with each other.

In this way, Butterfly City will be chaotic with each other.

Several major gangs hated each other and retaliated against each other, which eventually caused a scuffle, which was the Wei Fang's dream opportunity to make meritorious contributions, and they all relied on this to become an elite gang and obtain the Star Rank Exercises.

But.

Wei Fang was disappointed, not only did this Heaven and Earth Gate not retaliate, but became cautious, and even sent people to search for evidence, the entire Heaven and Earth Gate was gone, without the evil spirit of the warrior, without the blood of the warrior!

Don't dare to fight!

Don't want to fight!

Otherwise, the other three gangs would have died long ago.

Wei's plan was in danger of failure.

"In that case, then I'll add a little more spice to you guys, and stimulate it a little more, so that you can recall the taste of iron and blood!"

Wei Fang decided to send a few more underworld bosses on the road.

If one fails, then there are many, these gangs will always go crazy, and what he needs is madness and chaos.

Anyway, if these underworld bosses kill a hundred, they won't wronged a single one, there are no good people, he does it, and he doesn't feel uncomfortable at all.

……

……

Qingtao Gang, Bishui Tang.

Mr. Song sat on the chair, wrote wildly for a while, and then gently put down the pen, looked at the rows of majestic and atmospheric brush words on the table, secretly admired it, and was intoxicated for a while, before sighing:

"It's a pity, if the family wasn't so poor back then, I wouldn't have embarked on this road at all and become the leader of the underworld gang, but would have chosen to study hard, grow into a clear stream in a city, guide public opinion, and finally be recommended by the sage to be an official to save the people.

"Instead of being in the mud like we are now."

Click!

At this time, a relatively clear voice suddenly sounded in the quiet house, which attracted attention.

"Who?"

Mr. Song's temperament changed suddenly, his hand grasped the brush on the table, and with a slight flick, he pulled out a slender steel needle.

It's just that there is no voice to answer him.

Squeak.

At this moment, the door of the house was opened from the outside, and a stout man with a mask of the god of the earth squeezed in very oppressively.

"You are?" Mr. Song Da stepped back as he asked, his face suddenly changed, and he recalled that the mysterious person who seemed to kill Li Guangling was wearing such an ordinary land god mask.

Don't?

He had a bad guess in his mind.

This person who came to his residence quietly, but did not alarm those guards, obviously has a very high martial arts cultivation, so this person could really be the one who killed Li Guangling.

Otherwise, it's not such a coincidence.

The person who came was not good, Mr. Chong Song had no luck in his heart, and with a heavy stomp on the soles of his feet, the whole person crashed backwards and flew back.

Though.

Behind him was a wall, very hard, but with Mr. Song's kung fu, a wall of this magnitude, which would shatter when hit, could hardly stop his actions at all.

At this time, a sharp and piercing crane chirp suddenly sounded, and Mr. Song Da swept his eyes and saw that the man with the land mask punched himself from a distance of more than ten feet.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, Mr. Song's vision became blurred, and he vaguely saw a white crane with a slender body, white feathers, and a sharp and slender beak, and with a loud chirp, he raised his slender neck high and pecked him lightly!

Stab!

The air rolled up layer by layer, setting off a piercing scream, and the next moment, Mr. Song Da felt a pain in his chest, and the whole person lost all his strength, snapped, and fell to the ground.

Behind him, there was also a sharp, transparent hole in the wall.

Mr. Song finally came back to his senses, only to feel as if there was an extra opening in his chest, and the strength of his whole body poured out from there, and the strong body he was once proud of suddenly lost most of his strength.

Mr. Song struggled to hold up, his eyes drooped, and moved to the heart of his left chest, and found that that part had been penetrated by an unfamiliar force.

Can't live!

Mr. Song Da suddenly had a bit of a miserable smile on his face, if it was an ordinary person, he would have died a long time ago at this time, and he could still hold on until now, and he had already revealed the strength of the body of a transcendent martial artist.

He didn't want to die in such an unknown way, and asked in a weak voice:

"Your Excellency, do we have a grudge?"

Wei Fang's voice was low, and he responded without the slightest undulation:

"No hatred!"

Mr. Song was stunned and felt a little blocked:

"No hatred? Then why kill me? ”

Wei Fang's answer was very succinct:

"I just want to kill a member of the Qingtao Gang, and I happened to hear your name before that.

"Well, you're famous enough!"

Mr. Song's name was occasionally heard by Wei Fang when he was talking to Luo Qing, and since there was such a familiar person, he didn't bother to inquire about other bigwigs of the Qingtao Gang.

When Mr. Song heard Wei Fang's response, his desolate state of mind that he was about to die tragically was broken, and he only felt very aggrieved, he just heard my name, and then wanted to kill a high-ranking member of the Qingtao Gang, so he chose me.

He couldn't be calm anymore, he felt that he was in such a situation now because of bad luck.

But Wei Fang didn't think that this Mr. Song Da was wronged, and he could get into such a position in such a big underworld gang, who was not a ruthless and upright person, and he couldn't have this achievement at all.

So he didn't feel the slightest guilt at all.

"Okay, count me merciful, give you a little more time, and slowly remember the first half of your life!"

Wei Fang bowed slightly, saluted casually, and then slowly retreated, ready to close the window, and left.

"Wait, wait."

At this time, Mr. Song Da raised his head again and stopped Wei Fang.

"What else?" Wei Fang was a little impatient.

It's all dying, why are there so many things.

Mr. Song looked at the big hole in his chest and said:

"I asked myself if my martial arts are strong, and the entire Butterfly Fragrance City can kill my people so easily and neatly, and there are not too many martial arts to kill me.

"Before I die, I want to know, what kind of martial arts did I die under?"

Wei Fang asked himself if he could still meet the other party's request, and he responded simply:

"White Crane Fist."

It's just the White Crane Fist that has blessed the power of the Vajra Incorruptible Body Divine Skill, and the power is not known how many times greater, he added secretly.

"White... White Crane Fist! ”

Mr. Song Da was stunned when he heard this name, as a person who grew up in Diexiang City, he naturally heard the name of the martial art of White Crane Boxing, and knew that it was just a third-rate martial art.

This thing can kill me?

How is this possible?

This thought flashed through Mr. Song's mind, but his eyes suddenly darkened, his thoughts became cold, and his body slowly stiffened.

……

……

After leaving the Qingtao Hui Bishui Hall, Wei Fang took off his mask and said to himself:

"The next goal.

"Xiaoyuehui, Mrs. Zhao."

Then, he put his mask back on.

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