The seller of the heavens

Yan San and his companions carried Wang Hu out of the restaurant and went straight to a nearby medical center to ask the doctor to treat Wang Hu's leg injury.

A group of members of the Black Tiger Gang, except for Yan San, are all wounded, and the rest also need treatment.

After arriving at the hospital, the comatose Wang Hu also woke up.

The doctor checked Wang Hu, and then said with a look of embarrassment:

"The leg bones are all broken, the injury is too serious. Even if it is cured, I am afraid there will be sequelae, and I will need crutches for the rest of my life."

"Damn, so I'm going to be a cripple in the future."

After hearing this, Wang Hu's face was gloomy, with bruised veins on his forehead, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. When he saw Yan San beside him, he couldn't help but slapped him, vented his anger on the little brother, and cursed:

"I got angry when I saw you, you actually helped that bastard search us just now, you are a picky guy"

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Wang Hu slapped Yan San fiercely, his cheeks were red and swollen, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he said:

"Hurry up and get the hell out of me, my Black Tiger Gang doesn't accept cowards, from now on, you are no longer a member of my Black Tiger Gang."

Yan San was anxious when he heard the words. He joined the Black Tiger Gang because his family was poor and couldn't afford food. Over the years, he followed Wang Hu to dominate the market and offended many people.

If those people knew that he was kicked out of the Black Tiger Gang, they would definitely retaliate severely and come back, and his end would be miserable.

Regardless of the pain on his face, Yan San begged:

"Guangzhu, please give me another chance, I will definitely not dare next time."

"Pooh!"

Wang Hu spat on Yan San's face, cursing:

"My Black Tiger Gang won't accept trash like you, get lost."

Yan San had no choice but to leave the clinic secretly.

After simple treatment, Wang Hu and the others supported each other and returned to the Black Tiger Gang's residence, a remote small courtyard, without paying the medical expenses.

They didn't realize that there were two figures following them all the time.

Half an hour later, a large group of people came to the woods outside the courtyard with machetes.

A follower reported:

"Master, all members of the Black Tiger Gang are in the yard, and all of them were injured."

Hong Jianwei of the Shahe Gang held a Daguan knife in his hand, with a grin on his face:

"I just took advantage of this opportunity to wipe out the Black Tiger Gang. From now on, Foshan will be our Shahe Gang's world."

Saying that, he took the lead and rushed to the small courtyard.

In the courtyard, Wang Hu and his group were discussing how to take revenge on Jiang Chen, they were completely unprepared, and they were caught off guard by the people from the Shahe gang.

It didn't take long for the members of the Black Tiger Gang to be hacked to death, and their bodies lay on the ground with blood flowing.

Hong Jianwei entered the room, and after looting all the gold and silver, he smiled and waved:

"Clean up the corpses."

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the other side.

After the members of the Black Tiger Gang left, the restaurant was still very quiet.

The guests around secretly looked at Jiang Chen from time to time, and they didn't dare to speak loudly. It took a long time before the restaurant became noisy again.

Jiang Chen returned to his seat and sat down.

Yan Zhendong praised:

"Brother Jiang's skill is so handsome, and such a clean and neat kick is probably rare in the world."

Jiang Chen said neither humble nor overbearing: "Brother Yan has won the award."

After a pause, Yan Zhendong reminded again:

"It's just that it's useless for you to teach them a lesson like this. People in these gangs don't have a long memory at all. I'm afraid they will try to get back at you after they recover from their injuries."

Jiang Chen said with a smile:

"I know, but now that I've seen it, it's hard to let go of it. Beating them up will at least make me feel better."

Yan Zhendong was startled, looking at Jiang Chen's indifferent expression, it was as if he had seen his former self, who was so high-spirited and chivalrous after learning martial arts successfully, instead of worrying and losing his vigor like now .

He smiled:

"Haha, well said, but I think too much."

Both Jiang Chen and Yan Zhendong are big eaters, their food intake is several times that of ordinary people, and they eat fast.

After eating for a while, seeing that there were not many food and drink on the table, Jiang Chen yelled again:

"Xiaoer, serve me some good dishes."

A teenage boy heard the sound, stood by the table, bowed his body, and asked cautiously:

"Master, I don't know what else you want to eat?"

Jiang Chen thought for a while and said:

"One more roast goose, two white-cut chickens, one pork bone soup..."

After ordering a few dishes, he put all the bag of money extorted from Wang Hu into the hands of the clerk, and said:

"Two jugs of good wine, is this enough money?"

The young man was carrying the money, his face was a bit tangled: This is Jiang Chen's decoction fee, he really didn't know whether he should charge it or not.

Jiang Chen even dared to blackmail the famous and vicious Black Tiger Gang, and easily defeated the Black Tiger Gang by himself. He didn't have the guts to accept money from such a murderer, and he was afraid that Jiang Chen would kick him away as soon as he accepted the money.

The little guy turned his head to look at the shopkeeper, asked for instructions with his eyes, and then accepted the money under the sign of the shopkeeper, and responded:

"Enough is enough, you two wait a moment, the food will be served soon."

After finishing speaking, he was about to turn around and go to the kitchen. At this moment, Yan Zhendong stopped him suddenly:

"Wait a moment."

The young man stopped in his tracks, raised his heart suddenly, and asked cautiously with a pale face:

"What else do you want?"

Yan Zhendong asked: "Do you know who is the best fighter in Foshan?"

Hearing this, the young man said without hesitation, "Of course it's Master Huang."

Yan Zhendong had just arrived in Foshan, and had been worrying about his livelihood. He hadn't had time to inquire about the news in Wulin, so he was not very clear about the situation in Foshan, so he asked:

"Who is this master Huang you are talking about?"

If it was someone else, this little guy would definitely sneer: he doesn't even know Master Huang, could it be a bumpkin who just came from the countryside.

But Yan Zhendong is a friend of Jiang Chen, the 'vicious man', so of course he didn't dare to provoke him, so he patiently explained:

"I'm talking about Huang Feihong from Baozhilin, Master Huang. He is a well-known master in Foshan. He is known as the master of both fists and feet. He is proficient in Hongquan and shadowless legs. His martial arts have reached the peak. In Foshan, everyone knows His name."

Yan Zhendong nodded thoughtfully, then asked Bao Zhilin's address, and after getting the answer, he waved his hand to signal the boy to leave.

Jiang Chen saw that Yan Zhendong's eyes were flickering with a fighting spirit, and he couldn't help asking:

"Brother Yan is planning to challenge Huang Feihong?"

"That's right."

Yan Zhendong didn't expect Jiang Chen to see his thoughts at a glance, he was a little surprised, and said:

"I made up my mind a long time ago. If I want to make a name for myself in Foshan and open a martial arts gym, I must first let people know my strength. Since Huang Feihong is the number one master in Foshan, then when I beat Huang Feihong , when the martial arts hall opens, there will naturally be no shortage of people coming to learn martial arts from masters."

This is also a common means of quickly gaining fame in the Jianghu, challenging seniors and experts, and then stepping on their shoulders to achieve their own prestige.