When this question popped up in Wang Xing's heart, Cheng Dong also quickly explained.

"It is said that he learned fighting skills, in fact, only the master of the sect used to be from the Southern Star Fighting Boxing Gang, and the others are even red sticks, even if they learn skills, they deal with the gang's chores every day, drink everywhere to get closer, and rarely have a lot of time to fight."

Cheng Dong said: "After our secret tracking during this time, plus the intelligence of the purchase. These targets for you are people in our neighborhood a few blocks away, and their daily activities are very observable. ’

"Although this red stick's subordinates have a boxing gym, he only goes to it once a week, and even when he goes to the place, he is always looking for some more powerful young people to join the gang, and he doesn't keep exercising at all."

Wang Xing's expression was much better now.

But in fact, Wang Xing's heart was vigilant. Without destroying the transmission power of the god statue, and without the ability that Guanglingzi has directly learned, whether it is a qi and blood martial artist or other power systems, starting to cultivate from weak to strong will waste a lot of time.

So far, he has never seen a means beyond ordinary people in this world.

But that doesn't mean this place doesn't. Whether it is the already hot weapons such as firearms, or the sheer number of people, he can't withstand it now. Not to mention that these days, through his side knocks, above ordinary people, there are even martial artists.

Of course, he can't see a formed martial artist, but a person who has been practicing martial arts since he was a child must not be underestimated!

While Wang Xing was eating and drinking, he listened to Cheng Dong running the train with his mouth full of mouths, boasting about how powerful the older generation who settled down a few streets of them used to be. And those gangs are fighting life and death one by one, I don't know how much, they are still there.

After blowing himself, Cheng Dong began to brag about how powerful those gangs with backgrounds were. From the local gangs fighting and merging with foreign gangs hundreds of years ago, the three major local gangs now occupy the richest area of the port city.

Once these gangs get angry, even the surrounding garrisons don't dare to fight hard. Because of the world war a few decades ago, many people fled with heavy firepower, plus many descendants of soldiers and civilians, and the current big gangs are really angry, and their combat effectiveness is very strong.

Then Cheng Dong changed his words and talked about another reason why the gang was strong.

Although the gang is capable, the surrounding garrisons are really angry, and it is not impossible to defeat them. Even if the other forces in the entire port city are swept away, those people will be able to get more.

But he didn't do it, in the final analysis, because of the existence of martial artists.

The martial artists that Wang Xing said at the beginning were martial artists who broke through a certain level according to their own influence, such as a demon in the eyes of ordinary people or even a martial artist at the level of shock. Compared with ordinary people, the gap between the strong and the ordinary is heaven and earth.

After a few days of side knocking, Wang Xing didn't expect that the real martial artist was really so exaggerated.

Martial artists are the name given to that group by ordinary people, powerful fighters whose body speed can catch up with bullets, and light machine guns can't break their skin even if they hit their bodies.

Actual martial artists aren't stupid enough to attack hard, and they can easily kill a bunch of gunners besieging them at minimal cost. In the face of heavy firepower, as long as you don't lock on to the place where the fighter is located in advance and carry out saturation bombing, the fighter will not be hurt at all.

And the person who controls the power among ordinary people will be easily infiltrated into the layers of encirclement by the other party in the face of a martial artist, and he will be easily assassinated.

It is precisely because several major gangs handed over the large sums of money transferred to the fighters behind them and got shelter, so the local garrison can only acquiesce to their existence under the condition that they cannot kill the strong man behind the other party, but they often suppress it in normal times.

Wang Xing ate and drank about the same, and asked Cheng Dong a few questions seriously.

It's a pity that although Cheng Dong was once taught by martial artists, their master was not the legendary powerhouse among martial artists, and he didn't leave them more information.

Wang Xing couldn't learn more from Cheng Dong's mouth, so he decisively gave up and continued to ask.

"It's not my character to be cranky, go check it out. Find the weakest one is to test it. ”

……

Queen's Road, the centre of the heatwave bath.

This is the luxury bathing center in the 11th district of the port city. It's only eight o'clock in the evening, and it's not the time when there are many people, there are not many pedestrians, and everyone knows that the small leaders of the Southern Star Gang and the Red Stick in the neighborhood like to come here the most, so there are even fewer people.

The entire second floor of thousands of square meters is only the small leader of the Southern Star Gang, and the five younger brothers he brought with him to protect him.

The group only wore a white bath towel around their waists, and after taking a bath and trimming their feet, the little leader licked his lips and smiled: "Anan, I heard that there is another batch of new goods in the south, you ask Boss Gao to leave them for me, I want to taste them myself!" ”

"Yes, Boss." One of the five immediately trotted to the counter to make a call.

And the little leader kicked away the old man who was pressing his foot, and scolded: "Get out, I didn't hear anything to do, and I'm still here slowly." ”

The little boss took a few people around him, and when he was changing clothes, the two of them saw a few people sneaking around in the corner, and they were motioned by the little boss to go over and have a look.

And when the boss was dressing, the cousin who followed him laughed in a low voice: "Brother Ji, you are too careful, the people in those streets are dead, hundreds of people gathered, but they waited for a few days without moving, a group of cowards, are you afraid of them?" ”

"You stinky brother! Lao Tzu is not afraid, this is prudence! ”

The little boss put on his coat as he walked, threatening to hammer his cousin.

The cousin in front opened the door and ran out a few more steps, and the little leader in the back shivered, and jerked his arm without burrowing into the sleeve outside.

As soon as he walked out of the room, the figure with his back to the door seemed to turn and pass by. The little boss is used to being rampant and domineering, when to give way to others, he directly looked at this figure and hit it hard.

Poof!

One stabbed the little boss in the chest, and the figure drew a knife and stabbed again. After stabbing three times in a row, the figure slashed horizontally at the little boss alone, and directly dropped the things in his hand and ran away.

As he ran into the alley, the figure threw away the woolen gloves on his hands.

Shouts rang out from the side of the stabbed little leader.

But Wang Xing, who had gone into the alley, couldn't hear it anymore. He casually threw his bucket hat and mask into the garbage heap next to him, then took off his coat, which had taken up a bit of blood, and threw it into the prepared garbage can with oil, and threw it into a lighter.

Ignoring the burning garbage cans behind him, Wang Xing walked out of the alley and disappeared with the huge flow of people.

Wang Xing was walking, and when he was looking at the poster of the beautiful star on the side of the road, he heard the sound of the target dying and the points being credited, and smiled.