The 23rd Chapter

Bai Lang's figure brought with it a gust of bloody wind, much like a Bengal tiger in Thailand; before he even arrived, the wind carried his imposing presence. Since the bodyguards, and even the leader himself, were armed, with some even carrying assault rifles, Bai Lang had to eliminate his opponents before they could unleash a crossfire – otherwise, with his martial arts, escaping would be difficult.

Like a pouncing tiger, Bai Lang swung his palm, striking before the bodyguard in front of him could turn his gun. The bodyguard was already pulling the trigger, firing at the door, only catching a glimpse of something lunging at him from the corner of his eye. Bai Lang's palm landed directly on the man's side, his internal energy transforming the bodyguard into a human cannonball, which he sent hurtling towards the cluster of other bodyguards.

This was pure brute force. With a single palm strike, the man's body where he was hit turned into a bloody mess, yet the force continued to propel him forward. Bai Lang had once read in martial arts novels about a palm technique called the Flame Transmission Divine Skill, which could easily transfer one's internal energy through multiple people, directly impacting the target and causing an explosion. It could even harness the internal energy of those acting as "conduits" to create a devastating wave of power.

Such a divine skill was far beyond Bai Lang's reach for now; he was merely using brute force to turn a person into a projectile. However, it seemed effective. The flying corpse of the bodyguard collided with another bodyguard wielding an assault rifle, and both emitted horrifying sounds of bone-shattering fractures before collapsing into a heap – the kinetic energy exhausted.

Bai Lang had already killed two people, but his steps didn't falter. As his right hand struck out, his left hand was already poised. Closing in on the second bodyguard, he grabbed with his left hand in a Tiger Claw motion, tearing off the man's arm in a spray of blood. At this point, even if the remaining men wanted to open fire, they couldn't, as the bodyguard's body perfectly shielded Bai Lang.

Bai Lang's toes tapped the ground again, changing direction. He put all his shock force into this kick. The marble floor exploded, and fragments of stone flew like shrapnel. These fragments were enough to cause bloody head wounds, but Bai Lang, protected by the Golden Bell Shield divine skill, was completely unfazed. The exploding stones made the men instinctively freeze for a moment, and they instinctively flinched.

This hesitation cost them their lives. The guns that had already been turned towards him ceased firing for that brief moment. Bai Lang sidestepped the profusely bleeding bodyguard and grabbed two others with both hands. With a surge of his Tiger Claw, he tore and crushed them in the blink of an eye, turning them into bloody messes – the kind that were ripped apart and twisted. The last bodyguard was then kicked in half at the waist by a sweeping leg motion from Bai Lang.

Bai Lang straightened up, flicking the blood from his hands. With a swift, agile turn, he faced the leader, who was still holding his weapon. The leader couldn't keep up with Bai Lang's movements. After a blur of motion, his wrist throbbed with pain, the gun clattering to the floor, his wrist already severely fractured. "I ask, you answer." Bai Lang pressed him into the sofa with one hand and sat down opposite the leader.

The wails of the man with the broken hand had subsided considerably; the massive blood loss was clearly nearing its end. Bai Lang needed to know who ordered his assassination, who was responsible, and who he should target to end this matter. Everything depended on the leader's cooperation. This leader was far more mature than the young man, understanding that he was surely going to die. However, he couldn't maintain a tough facade – Bai Lang's internal energy interrogation method was almost insurmountable for ordinary people without internal energy.

After obtaining the satisfactory intelligence, Bai Lang didn't torture the leader further. He simply smashed his skull with a punch, putting him out of his misery. Bai Lang then washed his hands in the house, changed his clothes, and left – he needed to race against time to catch the few individuals who decided on and were responsible for this before they knew the situation had changed and fled.

"Finally, no more need for interrogation; it's better to eliminate opponents directly," Bai Lang felt significantly more relaxed. After all, such matters were indeed troublesome, though they did hone one's martial arts. Facing the rapid combat against firearms was truly more tempering than simple cultivation.

At this moment, Bai Lang's understanding of the Tiger Form had deepened further, his martial arts now fully imbued with the essence of a fierce tiger. Every movement, every action, was like that of a mighty tiger. His Tiger Claw and palm strikes, which mimicked tiger paws, had reached a new level, possessing a divine charm. "One hand is the Tiger Claw; when both hands face each other, it's the Tiger Mouth," Bai Lang mused as he traveled, practicing the movements. "Consecutive palm strikes combined with Tiger Claw tearing. The damage is definitely overkill for ordinary people. Just one palm strike would kill most people."

Since he had already arrived at his destination, the ones who truly intended to hunt him down and acted on it were the group's top leader and the leader responsible for dirty work; others were unwilling to get involved. The whereabouts of these two had always been extremely secretive. Fortunately, the leader in charge of drugs did know their location. "If I can kill both, I'll kill both. If I kill one or can't kill any, then I'll leave for Myanmar, Laos, or Vietnam. I can practice martial arts anywhere."

Bai Lang stopped in front of a concrete building. "Maintaining unpredictable movements is the best life-saving tool, isn't it? Along with a few bodyguards for close protection." Bai Lang felt it was a bit tricky. He had no idea about the layout of this building and seemed to have no choice but to try his luck.

Bai Lang took out his pistol, a PPK he had taken from a previous deceased opponent. He also had two AKs from the drug leader, but Bai Lang didn't want them – both had been deformed during the fight. The guns held by others weren't ideal either; they were at least slightly larger, making them difficult for Bai Lang to conceal.

The PPK pistol was small, accurate, and he could carry more ammunition. Bai Lang had brought two dedicated magazines and all twenty of his bullets. "I have thirty-four rounds now, which should be enough generally." However, this would test Bai Lang's marksmanship. While he had experience in hand-to-hand combat, he had no real experience fighting with a gun.

Bai Lang didn't rush inside. Instead, he hid in the shadows, closed his eyes to rest, and mentally simulated the combat scenario. "This is really not easy. Oh well, I'll adapt as I go." With a light tap on the ground, Bai Lang's hand reached a ventilation window about three stories high. Supporting his body with one hand, Bai Lang carefully peered inside.

"Very thick walls," his first observation was the thickness of the ventilation window's wall. It appeared to be cast concrete, which would likely be difficult to break through with his bare hands. With his internal energy focused on his eyes, he could see a little even in the darkness, especially since there were lights inside the building. Bai Lang saw an underground boxing ring.

Inside the building was a large space with fifty to sixty people, both men and women, all dressed in formal attire or evening gowns, likely waiting for the underground fights to begin soon. "I can't see those two guys," Bai Lang cursed. He didn't know these two leaders, which presented the biggest challenge for him.