After preparing the three ingredients, Yun Shou headed straight for the headquarters of the Qinghe Gang.
Two years ago, he went into the headquarters once and signed a contract of servitude there in order to obtain the right to continue using the small wooden boat and the wooden house provided by the gang.
It's only a dozen miles away, much closer than Qingcheng.
Yun Shou used his lightness skill, and each step he took was accompanied by bright light. Because of his light weight, his speed reached nearly 100 meters per second when he unleashed his energy.
The distance of a track is covered in an instant; the time taken to run a kilometer is shorter than that of someone else's 100-meter sprint.
His figure, dressed in coarse blue cloth, resembled a pale blue ghost, constantly flashing along this short path, accompanied by the howling sound of the wind being torn apart.
The headquarters of the Qinghe Gang is located several miles away from Qinghu Lake. Although it is called a gang, the building is quite large, covering an area of over a thousand square meters and reaching six stories. The gray stone walls are vigorous and imposing, and the black Jianmu trees are simple and dignified.
At the main gate, two gang members with knives at their waists were chatting and joking around. When they saw Yun Shou, a young man, approaching, one of them stepped forward dismissively and said, "Qinghe is a restricted area; unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter."
He even spoke in a eunuch's voice, and he laughed at himself after he finished speaking.
Yun Shou smiled and stepped forward, saying, "Please let me know that I do have something to attend to."
The gang member became interested and made a strange expression on his lewd face: "Oh, you're young but wise, and quite polite."
"Stop teasing him." Another young man with a slightly dark complexion stepped forward. His skin tone was somewhere between that of a normal person and that person. He looked quite honest. "Young brother, are you here to see an elder or is there something else? You can't join the gang without permission, but we will inform them for you."
"It's not what I expected. Or did the people who escaped earlier not explain things clearly?" Yun Shou's words sounded completely incomprehensible to the two of them.
"Alright, then please inform him and have Xu Ruohai—have the gang leader come out. I want to fight him and, while I'm at it, slap him in the face again to make up for all the exploitation I've suffered over the past two years."
The dark-faced youth was taken aback, while the sleazy gang member yelled, "You kid, have you lost your mind? Is this little brat as crazy as an old geezer?"
Hearing his colleague's strange cry, the dark-faced youth also reacted. The one who had seemed the most gentle just now was now the first to strike, clenching his fist, which was as big as a casserole dish, and swung it out: "No matter how young you are, you shouldn't insult the gang leader!"
He held back a bit, intending to teach this reckless boy a lesson that would leave him bruised and battered.
"Quite loyal." The two gang members only saw a blur before Yun Shou suddenly disappeared from his original spot, teleporting forward a short distance... Although he only teleported forward less than 30 centimeters, they didn't see Yun Shou's movements clearly at all.
Yun Shou pushed out with his palm, and the dark-faced youth, though he didn't feel much force, couldn't stop himself from staggering backward. He took seven or eight steps back before finally collapsing to the ground.
Yun Shou's "teleportation" just now wasn't a show-off, a high-speed dodge of the black-faced youth's punch with a speed beyond the dynamic vision range of ordinary people... it was because his arms were too short, and if he hadn't rushed forward, his palm wouldn't have been able to hit the black-faced youth.
"You motherfucker!" the lewd gang member shouted. In the short time that the two had been fighting, he had already drawn the knife from his waist. The blade was silver with a blackish tinge and was made of blue iron.
(The iron ore was found near Qingcheng, so the iron mined and smelted from it is called Qingtie, regardless of its color.)
The lewd gang members had been joking and boasting before, but when it came to fighting, every move they made was aimed at taking lives. This slash was extremely vicious, aimed at Yun Shou's neck.
"You're quite ruthless too." Yun Shou's voice came from behind him, but the boy in front of him had already disappeared. Alarm bells rang in the mind of the lewd gang member. He wanted to turn around and draw his knife back, which was a very effective way to fight back.
But all strength relies on numerical values; skills are merely embellishments, just the icing on the cake.
Moreover, Yun Shou, a martial artist with "many years of experience," is not weak among his peers, so the sneaky gang member's counterattack can only be described as child's play.
Yun Shou merely rubbed his palm against the shoulder of the sleazy gang member, and his entire right hand went limp. The green iron knife flew out of his hand uncontrollably, scraping against his waist as it flew, causing him to let out a shrill scream.
Yun Shou grabbed the hilt of the flying iron knife and looked at the sleazy gang member whose clothes were cut and whose waist was barely scratched. He was speechless at his wailing.
He kicked him several meters away, sending him sprawling to the ground, where he ended up chewing on a mouthful of grass.
The sleazy gang members prostrated themselves on the ground, and right next to them was the dark-faced youth who had just stood up.
"Alright, you can go in and report now." Yun Shou gripped the green iron knife, spinning a breathtakingly dangerous fan between his fingers, the fan blades made entirely of the knife body.
It was purely a finger technique, with a little bit of force used for assistance.
The dark-faced youth realized that the boy was there to cause trouble. Neither he nor his colleague could muster any internal energy to stop the boy. Their only option was to go into the gang and find some of the ranked experts.
The ranking refers to the Xth person in charge, the person who has taken the Xth seat: these are all masters of internal strength, second-rate martial artists.
The entire Qinghe Gang only ranked twenty-first, symbolizing a total of twenty second-rate martial artists, plus the gang leader: the first-rate big shot Xu Ruohai!
As soon as the dark-faced youth stepped through the gate, he saw a burly man striding in behind him, followed by several people sitting in chairs.
"Master!" The dark-faced youth quickly clasped his hands in greeting.
The burly man Xu Ruohai waved his hand, signaling him to finish his greeting: "What's going on outside? What's that damned monkey ghost yelling about?"
This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
