Old Man Li was someone who truly wanted nothing from him and was kind to him anyway.
Now that he had become an official disciple of the Hungry Tiger Martial Arts School, he would receive household registration tomorrow and be able to move into the Inner City.
Whatever the case, he had to come and let Old Man Li know.
He could travel between the Two Worlds now, but that secret couldn't be revealed. On top of that, he had only just become an official disciple and had already asked Elder Qiu to handle his household registration. He was embarrassed to ask for anything else.
Once he became a martial artist, if he got the chance, arranging a small house in the Inner City for Old Man Li wouldn't be a problem.
Rain poured over Jiang Shu, and his brow slowly furrowed.
As a martial artist with Full Body Vital Energy Circulation, he could naturally hear, when he stilled his mind and focused, that there was more than one person breathing inside.
Besides, the light was on. He had knocked several times, yet nobody had come to open the door.
Could something have happened?
Just as Jiang Shu was wondering whether to break down the door, it creaked open. Old Man Li's face appeared in the gap, and he made faces at Jiang Shu as he said, "Where'd this kid come from, banging on my door like that? This old man's trying to sleep!"
"Old Uncle Li, what are you talking about?"
If it had been anyone else, Jiang Shu would have noticed something was wrong and left at once.
A gentleman did not stand beneath a dangerous wall.
But with Old Man Li acting like this, he pretended not to understand and pushed the door open, slipped past him, and walked into the room.
An oil lamp flickered like a bean.
A faint smell of blood hung in the room.
A burly, middle-aged stranger Jiang Shu had never seen before lay on Old Man Li's bed. His exposed arms were covered in wounds, blood flowing from them.
He had a full beard, and the muscles beneath his short shirt were remarkably well-developed. Though he was lying down, he glared fiercely at the doorway. Only after seeing Jiang Shu come in did he relax and slowly sit up in bed.
"Old Man Li, what's this young fellow's name? He's rather handsome. Come over here and talk."
The lamplight fell on Jiang Shu's handsome face. Once the middle-aged man relaxed, he couldn't stop staring. Before long, he spoke without thinking.
"Hall... Hall Master Zheng..."
Old Man Li's legs trembled, and fear seized him again.
He wasn't afraid for himself.
He was afraid Young Master Jiang might not know his place and accidentally offend this truly vicious man.
Zheng Kun, Hall Master of Poison Fang Hall in the Green Snake Gang!
He had been injured in a fight with the Black Water Gang today.
Saying his hall wasn't safe and the gang wasn't safe either, he had come straight to Old Man Li's place.
Old Man Li had served him with all his might, not daring to neglect a single thing.
He'd thought that once night fell and they'd slept, the trouble would be over.
He hadn't expected Young Master Jiang to come.
This...
After sweeping the floors at Poison Fang Hall for so long, how could he not know what kind of person Hall Master Zheng was?
Young Master Jiang...
He gritted his teeth, about to say something.
But Young Master Jiang was already standing at the doorway, staring straight at Zheng Kun. "Hall Master Zheng? The Hall Master of Poison Fang Hall in the Green Snake Gang?"
"Oh, you know me?"
Zheng Kun smiled, his body relaxing even further.
To escape his pursuers this time, he hadn't stayed at the hall, gone to the gang, or sought out any of his lovers. Instead, he had slipped into Old Man Li's home—a place nobody ever paid attention to—and quietly nursed his wounds.
As long as the Black Water Gang couldn't find him, in a few days he would recover and have nothing to fear from anyone.
He'd thought he was in for a stretch of boredom. He hadn't expected the heavens to favor him so.
Knowing he was bored, they'd even sent him a beautiful young man.
"I know you."
Jiang Shu spoke evenly. He nudged Old Man Li toward the door, then walked over to Zheng Kun.
Though Zheng Kun was puzzled by Jiang Shu's behavior, he couldn't help feeling pleased as he watched the young man approach at an unhurried pace.
He suddenly remembered that two months ago, some gang members had told him there was a rather good-looking boy in Coiling Snake Alley.
He'd assumed they had made it up to curry favor with him.
He hadn't expected it to be true.
What a pity. If only he'd known, he could've come sooner and enjoyed himself sooner.
"Come here. Let your lord have a good look at you."
Zheng Kun narrowed his eyes, unable to resist imagining what would happen next.
But just as he was about to lose himself in those thoughts, a cool voice suddenly sounded in his ear:
"I hadn't come looking for you, yet you came here to seek your own death?"
As the words fell, Jiang Shu summoned his vital energy. With nine hundred catties of strength, he punched, his fist cutting through the air with a fierce gust.
Lying in bed, Zheng Kun had no chance to dodge. He hurriedly raised an arm to block, but Jiang Shu's punch struck him hard.
"Bang!"
"Crack."
His arm broke, and every wound on it split open at once, blood gushing out like a rolling stream.
Jiang Shu's fist was smeared with blood. His first punch had failed to finish the job, so he threw a second.
"You... Are you from the Black Water Gang?"
As a hall master, Zheng Kun had a wealth of combat experience.
He suddenly rolled off the bed and put a few steps between himself and Jiang Shu in the cramped room, barely evading the punch. His body was drenched in cold sweat. He could hardly believe that this handsome-looking youth was a martial artist with Full Body Vital Energy Circulation, just like him!
No, that couldn't be.
A martial artist this young couldn't possibly be from the Black Water Gang.
He knew all the Black Water Gang's hall masters, and none had such a fierce killing move.
Could he be an official disciple of an Inner City martial arts school?
But which of those official disciples would come to the Outer City?
And who would try to kill him the moment they met?
Zheng Kun was horrified. He wanted to run, but Jiang Shu stood in his way. Behind him was nothing but an earthen wall.
Jiang Shu didn't answer Zheng Kun's question. He instinctively moved his limbs and poured all his strength into one punch.
It was a little trick he had grasped from Roaring Tiger Mountain Strength.
Now was the perfect time to try it!
His fist shot out like a tiger!
The heavy stench of blood spread through the room. Jiang Shu's heart brimmed with killing intent, his vital energy surging without end.
"Bang! Bang!"
Already injured, Zheng Kun couldn't withstand Jiang Shu's relentless assault.
One punch struck his nose, spraying blood and twisting his face askew.
Another struck his teeth, knocking out his front teeth and silencing him.
Zheng Kun fell to the ground, unable to struggle back up. All he could do was watch the final punch strike his forehead!
"Bang!"
For a moment, the sky and earth went dark.
Jiang Shu lowered his fist and stood still.
At his feet, Zheng Kun lay in a pool of blood, nothing more than a dead dog, no longer breathing.
"Young Master Jiang... you... you killed someone..."
Old Man Li's voice trembled. He could hardly believe that Jiang Shu, whom he'd known for so long and who had always seemed like a frail scholar, had beaten Zheng Kun to death in three punches!
Wasn't Zheng Kun a martial artist with Full Body Vital Energy Circulation?
Even the escort chiefs at the bodyguard agencies treated Zheng Kun with the utmost courtesy when they met him.
How had he been so easy to beat when he faced Young Master Jiang?
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