Yang Zhuluan's body moved, and he shifted to the left, but he still couldn't dodge.

Hearing only a pop, Yang Zhuluan fell forward.

One hit and you're on the move!

But to Li An's surprise, Yang Zhuluan, who fell to the ground, turned over on the spot, his body was like a low-flying eagle falcon, and he continued to flee towards the alley at a very fast speed.

"Huh? Got out of the way."

Seeing the blood splashing in the air, the surprise on Ang Lee's face flashed.

Without the slightest pause, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Yang Zhuluan's figure until the magazine was emptied!

With the first shot, none of the seven bullets were left on Yang Zhuluan's body.

Ang Lee put away the hot pistol and walked forward.

Yang Zhuluan fell face down and fell to the ground, the blood in his mouth gushing out uncontrollably.

Seeing Li An approaching, he raised his head with difficulty, his eyes widened, and he stared at Li An.

"You, you"

"What are you? You don't want to say, I don't talk about martial arts, do you?

But I can't be blamed for this, who made you want to run when you see that the situation is wrong. ”

Li An shrugged his shoulders, and after saying a nonchalant, he squatted down.

“.”

Yang Zhuluan's eyes were unwilling, he didn't come up in one breath, and his head fell to the ground.

Reach out and help Yang Zhuluan close his eyes.

Li An rolled his eyes and looked at the gunshot wound on Yang Zhuluan's body.

He was shot twice in the shoulder and one in his right arm, especially the four bullets in his torso, which blew Yang Zhuluan's back into four bloody holes.

Reached out and touched the bullet hole.

In addition to the warhead that just sank into the muscle of the right upper arm, the two bullets in the shoulder were stuck in the bone gap, and the four bullets in the torso were shot in pairs.

It was supposed to be the first shot that hit the right arm, and the bullet sank into the muscle, breaking the iron shirt.

In other words, the iron cloth shirt is somewhat useful in the face of the first shot.

It's just that under the strong kinetic energy of the direct bullet, the defense of the iron cloth shirt still looks fragile.

In fact, Ang Lee was not surprised by this result.

The iron cloth shirt is one of the most mysterious in kung fu.

It can make people withstand the blow of any external force and be invulnerable.

But in fact, the iron cloth shirt is a kind of hard qigong.

There are a total of one hundred and eight important points in the human body, or lethal points.

Thirty-six of them are dead holes, and seventy-two are hemp holes.

Those who practice iron cloth shirts must first start with luck.

This is the so-called internal practice of one breath.

In layman's terms, it is to use qi to tighten the muscles of the parts, so that the skin and flesh become tough and can have unloading force.

It's like an ordinary person holding his breath to resist an ordinary blow.

Luck has eight methods: virtual and real, ups and downs, spitting fire, and lifting sticks.

When the qi of the dantian is practiced in the body at will, it can be used to block the acupoints on the body and avoid external blows.

But the iron cloth shirt must have a hole for breathing, and this point is called the valve.

It is also known as the iron cloth shirt covering the door.

The last time Li An was able to break Yang Zhuluan's iron cloth shirt, it was through the shock force generated by continuous beatings that the qi in Yang Zhuluan's body was dispersed, which broke Yang Zhuluan's iron cloth shirt.

Of course, practicing iron cloth shirts is not just based on one breath.

As the name suggests, the iron cloth shirt means "wearing iron clothes", which means that the whole body is like steel to resist the attack of external forces.

The word "iron" represents the hard work and the outside is strong, and the word "cloth" represents the inner qi and the outer strength, one is rigid and one is soft, one surface and one inside, which acts on each other and is a kind of qi in the flesh.

The foundation is still the training of the ability to resist hits.

Practice the skin and flesh first, then train the muscles and bones, and then gradually practice the strength of each department, and finally practice luck.

Over the years, the body is struck almost self-harmingly, altering the strength of bones and muscles.

According to medical explanation, in order to adapt to this long-term blow, the human body will undergo some compensatory hyperplasia, changing the bones and the local structure of the body surface to withstand the pressure of long-term strong blows.

It makes people more resistant to blows and stronger willpower.

This is what Kung Fu talks about, practicing muscles and bones.

With the inner practice, the two complement each other.

It's just that compared with the external skills of other kung fu, the training intensity of the iron cloth shirt is more brutal.

It's a pity that times have changed.

Although Yang Zhuluan's iron cloth shirt is slightly mysterious, in the final analysis, it is only a mortal body.

The iron cloth shirt can resist cold weapons, but in the face of the powerful kinetic energy of hot weapons, it is undoubtedly unrealistic to resist with the body.

This is the limitation of kung fu in this era, and it is also the romance of thermal weapons in this era.

Of course, is it useful to practice martial arts?

This kind of thing can only be said that the benevolent will see the benevolent, and the wise will see the wise.

In this era when people can still rely on their fists and feet to fight the sky, you can't say that kung fu is useless.

For ordinary people, practicing kung fu with fists and feet, in addition to strengthening the body, when being bullied, they will not have the ability to resist.

For the club, there are a few powerful red sticks, at least the territory can be doubled.

Kung Fu and thermal weapons, it can only be said that the two complement each other.

After a long period of exercise, the sharp five senses that far exceed ordinary people, coupled with the ability to fight with hand-to-hand, if you hold a gun, you can only be like a tiger with wings.

At the level of body armor of this period.

Ordinary people put on bulletproof vests and take a shot, even if it is a pistol, they will most likely be contusioned by the impact of the bullet's kinetic energy, or break a few ribs.

But if Ang Lee, who has an iron cloth shirt, puts on a bulletproof vest and gets shot, as long as he doesn't wear a bulletproof vest, he may be like a nobody.

Especially in complex environments, sometimes cold weapons have an advantage over hot weapons.

In this comparison, the gap comes out.

What's more, the real society is not a battlefield where bullets rain down.

In this era when people in the community rarely used guns except for outlaws.

With the skill of one enemy and one hundred, it is precious.

This is also the confidence of Ang Lee.

Da-da-da

The sound of chaotic footsteps rang out one after another.

Hua Man, Boxer, and Duan Yingfeng rushed out of the alley.

Behind him, there were more than a dozen boys.

Apparently he heard the gunshots and followed the sound.

Li An wiped the blood on his fingers, looked up at the three of them, and stood up.

"It's."

Hua Man glanced at the corpse lying on the ground and walked in front of Li An.

Li An said softly:

"You're late."

Hearing this, Hua Man lowered his head and carefully looked at the corpse at Li An's feet.

When he saw the side face of the corpse, Hua Man exclaimed:

"Yang Zhuluan!"

Hearing Hua Man's exclamation, the boxer, Duan Yingfeng was also shocked, and walked over quickly.

"Ke Wanchang is also dead, killed by Yang Zhuluan."

Li An snorted at the other side.

Hua Man looked in the direction indicated by Li An, and at a glance saw Ke Wanchang who was lying on his back and had long been out of breath.

Cordelia lay on her stomach and cried so much that it rained.

Seeing this, the three of them looked a little complicated for a while.

Hua Man stood in place, looked at Ke Wanchang, and then at Yang Zhuluan, feeling empty in his heart.

The enemy who had been thinking about him for fifteen years suddenly died

Let the woman who lives only for revenge be a little confused.

Li Ang saw Hua Man's expression in his eyes, but he didn't know what to say.

He raised his foot and kicked the kickboxer, gave him a look, and paced to the side.

Coming to Li Jianjun's side, Li An said in a low voice:

"Uncle Jun, wait a minute, you, Ah Min, and Da Chun will take turns staring at Yang Zhuluan's corpse here to see if there are any suspicious people coming."

"No problem."

"Also, those people under Yang Zhuluan are all killers, be vigilant and ruthless, pay attention to safety."

"yes, I see."

Li Jianjun nodded.

A group of members of the killer organization stay in the walled city, the enemy is dark and I am clear, and there is a local branch, which is always an unstable factor.

No one can say for sure whether that Mr. Dizhi will avenge Yang Zhuluan.

Ang Lee naturally has to keep an eye on it.

At this time, Long Chenghu walked over.

He looked at Li An and said solemnly:

"When Mr. Ke's funeral is arranged, I will fulfill my promise."

Ang Lee waved his hand and said softly:

"There's no rush for this, I'll talk about it when you're well."

The two don't have much friendship, and seriously, they still have a holiday with his boss.

I have shown favor three times and twice, and it is naturally impossible to sympathize with each other because of my heart.

Long Chenghu is a smart person, and he naturally knows it in his heart with such a blatant solicitation.

Now hearing Long Chenghu's reply, Li An also showed a smile on his face.

"Okay."

Long Chenghu is not good at words, and he won't say much at this moment.

After a slight pause, he walked up to Cordelia.

Seeing Cordelity's heartbroken appearance, he hesitated for a long time, but plucked up the courage to pull Cordelia up.

"Miss."

"Kitten."

Cordelia threw herself into Long Chenghu's arms and sobbed quietly.

Long Chenghu was a little at a loss, but finally sighed and gently patted Cordelia on the back.

In a soft tone, he said:

"Miss, don't cry, let's take Mr. Ke back first."

"Hmm."

Cordelia nodded lightly with red eyes.

Long Chenghu picked up Ko Wanchang's corpse and left the alley with Cordelity.

People die and debts are cancelled!

The current Cordelia is just a poor person who has lost his father, so Hua Man and the three of them just watched quietly and did not stop them.

Hua Man breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand:

"You go back to the ballroom first."

"Yes."

The thugs behind her turned to leave.

Hua Man walked up to Li An alone and looked at him quietly.

Li An said softly:

"What's wrong?"

Hua Man sighed:

"It's nothing, the enemy is dead, and my heart is a little empty."

"You should be happy, at least you don't have hatred on your back."

Li An was relieved.

After a pause, he added:

"In this life, in just a few decades, you have been burdened with hatred for the first fifteen years.

Now that Yang Zhuluan is dead, you can be regarded as a great revenge, and you should live for yourself in the next few years. ”

Hua Man was stunned for a moment, as if she was thinking about Ang Li's words.

After a long time, she whispered:

Maybe you're right."

"You're right."

Ang Lee responded with a smile.

It is indeed not easy for a woman to live with fifteen years of hatred.

He turned his head to look at the boxer and Duan Yingfeng who came over.

"Let's go too, it's not a matter of staying here all the time, let's talk about it when we go back."

Maybe they were frightened by the movement of the fire tonight, or maybe they were scared by the sound of gunfire.

At this time in the past, the streets of Longjin Road, which were crowded one after another, were empty at this time.

It was silent, except for the footsteps of the four of them.

Passing by a porridge shop, Ang Lee stopped.

The three of them couldn't help but look at him.

Ang Lee smiled:

"Before, halfway through the meal, I hurried over when I heard Ke Wanchang appear, and now I am hungry.

Just eat a bowl of night porridge and talk a few words. ”

Seeing that the three of them did not refuse, Li An walked into the porridge shop first.

The smoky interior of the store was deserted, and there was not a single customer.

The boss with a face full of vicissitudes greeted him warmly.

"Something to eat?"

The four of them found a small beige square table and sat down, and Li An asked:

"How about pig's blood porridge?"

"Listen to you."

Seeing that the three of them nodded in agreement, Li An said:

"Boss, four bowls of pig's blood porridge, a pot of hot tea, thank you."

"Wait a minute."

The boss quickly added a pot of hot tea to the table and turned to leave.

After a while, he came over with four bowls of fragrant hot porridge.

"Boxer, tooth guy, now that the fellow townsman association has collapsed and Yang Zhuluan is dead, what are your plans?"

After Li An asked, he slightly stirred the pig blood porridge in front of him with a spoon, scooped a spoonful and put it in his mouth.

"Plans? I do not know. ”

The boxer was stunned for a moment.

The main purpose of his visit to the walled city was to find his sister and ask him what his plans were, but he really didn't know.

The boxer couldn't help but look at Hua Man.

"Sister, what about you?"

Hua Man looked up at Li An, thought seriously for a while, and said:

"I'll probably continue to run the ballroom, brother, if you have nothing to do, you can come to my ballroom to help."

The boxer frowned subconsciously.

In his opinion, the dance hall is not a serious place, and he does not want his sister to continue the dance hall business.

But the brother and sister haven't seen each other for fifteen years, and it is impossible for him to be so domineering as to veto.

Li An chewed the porridge in his mouth and swallowed it, and looked up at Duan Yingfeng.

"Tooth guy, what about you?"

Duan Yingfeng hesitated, his tone a little uncertain:

"I'll probably continue to be a dentist."

Ang Lee no longer went around in circles, and said straight to the point:

"What do you think of my last proposal at the ballroom?"

Duan Yingfeng had a hint of excitement on his face.

"You mean to do something for the walled city, so that the walled city becomes orderly and no longer chaotic."

Li An nodded and said slowly:

"Now that Yang Zhuluan and Ke Wanchang are dead, the territory left by the fellow townspeople association will inevitably cause competition for other associations.

Fat Zai Chao and Camel Ding want to take down the entire walled city in one fell swoop, it's not so simple.

I think that soon, the city will fall into a new round of chaos, and maybe the Hong Kong and Kowloon associations will also come in and intervene.

You don't want the walled city that your father guarded fifteen years ago to become like this, do you? ”

Duan Yingfeng said frankly: "I can't beat four hands with two fists, and I can't win the entire walled community with a pair of fists, even if I have this heart, I don't have this strength." ”

"As long as you have the heart, it's fine."

Li An laughed, and then said:

"Besides, you're not alone, the boxer shouldn't mind helping out."

After speaking, Li An looked at the boxer.

"Fifteen years ago, with the protection of Master Duan and Master Chao, the walled city would become a safe place, and now with the two of you, the same can make the walled city become orderly.

Boxer, what do you think? ”

"I'm fine."

The boxer didn't give it much thought before nodding in agreement.

Today's walled city is a slum plagued by pornography, gambling and drugs, and is famous for its three irrational areas.

Under the full control of the community, the residents can only survive and steal peace.

If he can really change this situation, he doesn't mind contributing.

(End of chapter)