Chapter 31 Repeat, This Is Not a Drill (with emphasis at the end)

At the intersections in front and behind Xiafeng Town, there were clusters of dark shadows, rapidly approaching the town.

Chu Ning, who was sitting on the courtyard wall of the richest family in the town, was carrying a quiver on his back, wearing a tight suit, with his cuffs filled with chili powder, and a constable's sword on his waist.

At the same time, he wore armor made in a blacksmith shop on his chest and back.

This armor is a treasure passed down from the ancestors of the blacksmith shop owner. The last time he asked the blacksmith shop owner if he had armor, he realized that ordinary martial artists did not use armor.

This is because ordinary iron plate armor cannot protect against hidden energy and may even injure internal organs due to the recoil force of the dark energy.

Effective armor must be made of special fine iron and special forging methods, and the starting price is five hundred taels.

When the shopkeeper knew that Chu Ning wanted armor, he temporarily lent Chu Ning the armor forged by his ancestors.

Chu Ning looked around in the darkness and soon heard some movement.

The enemy is coming!

As early as a few days ago, Liu Da reported to him that except for the Sanzhu Gang, which was doing the same thing as before, the elite gang members and high-ups of the Feihu Sect and the Blood Knife Hall had been acting mysterious recently.

Liu Da didn't know about Uncle Huang's affairs, but Chu Ning was on guard against it.

Uncle Huang and his rival are competing for the position of heir to the Huang family. The rival is targeting Uncle Huang's people, and Uncle Huang is definitely also targeting the rival's people. In this situation, borrowing the power of outside gangs is a good choice.

Chu Ning drew his bow. Although it was dark at night, it was obvious that the other party was a group of people. As long as he shot in the direction of the shadows, he would not miss.

Swoosh! The first arrow was shot out, heading towards the group of people coming out of the town.

A painful scream came from the darkness, which caused a commotion in an instant.

Chu Ning put the arrow on the bow again and shot another arrow.

"Oh no, there are enemies!"

"Torches, light the torches."

The group of people at the back of the town were obviously in a panic. This time, Chu Ning put three arrows on the bow but did not shoot.

Until a fire appeared below.

Swish, swish, swish! Three arrows fired at once.

The light from the torch allowed Chu Ning to shoot more accurately.

The sound of arrows breaking through the wind was whistling, and every arrow would knock down a person, and their bodies would be pierced directly.

With the help of the light, Chu Ning looked at a middle-aged man holding a large ring knife below. The people below seemed to be centered around this man. Then another arrow was shot directly at the man.

As for accuracy, Chu Ning would not deliberately aim at the opponent's vital parts, because as long as he was hit by his arrow, the opponent would be crippled if not killed.

This is not like those TV dramas where the actors can continue to fight after being stabbed dozens of times or stabbed several times. But if they are pierced by arrows, they are useless.

Feeling the sound of breaking wind, Wu Qiang gritted his teeth and chopped at the arrow with his knife.

Bang! The arrow collided with the sword, and Wu Qiang took several steps back, looking at the darkness in front of him with a shocked face.

His palms were numbed by the shock and he almost couldn't hold the knife in his hand.

"Could it be that the opponent is a martial artist close to the seventh rank? No, if a seventh rank martial artist doesn't need to shoot arrows from a distance, he should be a martial artist with greater strength."

Wu Qiang felt a little scared. Wasn't it said that there was only one constable in Xiafeng Town?

Where did this archery expert come from?

"What a pity! If a martial artist finds my arrow, he will be able to block it."

Chu Ning looked at the blocked arrow and shook his head, but the next moment he drew the bow again with full strength, this time without any reservation.

Whoosh! "Come back!"

Feeling the sound of breaking air, Wu Qiang felt a tingling sensation on his scalp. He did not dare to take the attack with the knife anymore. Instead, he chose to roll sideways and hide in a corner.

The arrow did not hit Wu Qiang, but it hit a gang member behind Wu Qiang. It went straight into his forehead, with half of the arrow buried inside.

"Everyone hide!"

Wu Qiang quickly called on his men to hide in the corner. Looking at the five or six men lying on the ground, including a deputy gang leader, his heart bled, because these were his trump cards for dominating Daning County in the future.

Especially the deputy gang leader, who he spent a lot of money to invite from another county in order to supplement the strength of Feihumen after Zheng Yangjie's death.

But the next moment, Wu Qiang felt even more dangerous from the archer.

The archer did not shoot at the men who were shot by arrows and lying on the ground. At this moment, listening to their wailing and cries for help, and seeing the looks from other men looking at him, Wu Qiang understood the archer's purpose.

This person did it on purpose.

Deliberately trying to alienate himself and his subordinates.

If he didn't rescue them, these men would survive by chance, and they would lose their loyalty to him. Besides, other gang members would also watch him. What would they think of him as the gang leader? Chu Ning didn't continue to guard. He didn't kill the gang members who were shot by arrows on purpose. Anyway, these people would lose their fighting ability in a short time.

With a leap, Chu Ning jumped onto another courtyard wall and headed towards the front of the town.

Same old trick again!

Swish, swish, swish! The cold arrows turned into deadly sickles that night, reaping lives one after another.

But whether it was the Feihu Sect or the Blood Knife Hall, each sent out thirty people this time. Even though most of them were shot by arrows, there were still a few who kept getting closer and closer to the yard.

"The four martial artists are probably the chief and deputy chiefs of the Flying Tiger Sect and the head and deputy head of the Blood Knife Hall. The deputy head of the Blood Knife Hall is the weakest. I shot an arrow in his arm and he has lost most of his combat power. This means I have to face three martial artists now."

Chu Ning was also calculating the enemy's strength. The remaining three martial artists should be only at the ninth rank. It would be best if he could defeat them one by one.

Be quick!

Chu Ning had an idea in his mind, and shot a few arrows, blocking the way of the people from the Blood Knife Hall.

"Li Chuang, take some people and go around from the back. There is only one archer here. I don't believe he can shoot so fast if he is surrounded from the front and back." Wang Qinghua hid in the corner and instructed the deputy hall master Li Chuang.

Li Chuang nodded and walked around the other side of the wall with his four men.

"One, two..."

Chu Ning calculated the time. He was very familiar with Xiafeng Town. He had walked through it several times during this period and memorized the time it took to walk through every street and every house at normal pace.

Thirty breaths later, Chu Ning jumped to the other wall, and Wang Qinghua was on this wall.

Sensing the movement above his head, Wang Qinghua reacted quickly and chopped upwards with the long sword in his hand. The sword light was sharp and he swung the sword almost at the moment Chu Ning landed on the courtyard wall.

This knife is too fast.

Unfortunately, he missed.

Because Chu Ning did not jump down.

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More importantly, although the attack missed, he felt a heat on his face.

“Shameless!”

Wang Qinghua, who came from a gang, immediately understood what was going on. This man was using despicable means.

He didn't touch his face with his hands, but stared upwards.

But the next moment, a burning pain attacked my face. It was spicy and sour, sour and salty... and it also gave off a disgusting stench...

Wang Qinghua had never smelled such a smell in his life.

The pain in his eyes was as if someone had dug a hole in his eyes with their hands, and at the same time he couldn't help sneezing.

In just a blink of an eye, Wang Qinghua felt a sharp pain in his arm and heard the sound of bones breaking in the arm holding the knife. Wang Qinghua stepped back in panic, but a gust of fist was already in front of him.

Bang! Wang Qinghua's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, and hit the courtyard wall heavily, directly smashing a hole in the wall. The people who were originally sleeping in the courtyard wall heard the noise and hurried out with lanterns in hand.

"Master Chu, what are you doing?"

"Lao Xu, go back to sleep. The police station is conducting an anti-theft drill tonight. If you suffer any loss, you can go to the police station to collect compensation tomorrow."

Old Xu looked at the motionless figure lying in his yard, and then saw a few people holding knives and looking terrified not far from Chu Ning. He was stunned for a moment and then said, "It's a very realistic performance. I won't bother you anymore."

Bang! Lao Xu turned around and closed the door, and the room returned to darkness.

Chu Ning turned around and attacked the remaining members of the Blood Knife Hall.

After a dozen breaths, the surroundings returned to silence.

"Lao Xu, the police station has arranged a drill, we should go out and see the excitement."

"What kind of drill is this? I know one of those guys holding knives. He's from the Blood Knife Hall. Last time I was in the county, I saw this guy beating a vendor until he vomited blood. If you want to die, go out and watch."

"Ah, then isn't Lord Chu in danger?"

"It's okay. I think the people from the Blood Knife Hall seem very scared."

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After dealing with Wang Qinghua, Chu Ning did not hesitate and continued to kill the deputy hall master of the Blood Knife Hall. Although the deputy hall master had good swordsmanship, Chu Ning, with the help of the Ape Step, killed him on the spot with just three punches.

Chu Ning has a principle when taking action.

If the enemy can be killed in three moves, then use your heavy punches. If you think you can't kill the enemy in three moves, then use chili powder as a sneak attack.

After getting rid of the leader and deputy leader of the Blood Knife Hall, Chu Ning did not chase after the gang members of the Blood Knife Hall who were fleeing in panic towards the town entrance. His goal was to guard the yard.

Now the only thing left is Feihumen.

A secluded courtyard.

The graceful woman was hugging the little boy tightly at this moment, and both mother and son had heard the noise outside.

"Xuan'er, remember this, if mom can't leave, you must stay closer to your dad in the future."

"Mom, with Brother Chu here, we will be fine."

"I hope so. Mother is only preparing for the worst." The woman's eyes were filled with hatred. "You should be close to your father and please him, but never trust him completely."

"Mom, why can't you trust Daddy? Is it because Daddy doesn't come to see us often? But Daddy has come to see us several times this year."

The boy didn't understand. He had lived with his mother since he was a child. In the past, his father only visited him and his mother once every one or two years. It was only this year that he came more often.

"He didn't come to see us, he did it on purpose." The woman whispered angrily, and then rubbed the boy's head: "Anyway, remember what mother said, and the big brother Chu outside the door, you can interact with him more in the future."

"I'll remember it." Although the boy didn't understand, he always listened to his mother and nodded heavily.

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(End of this chapter)