The Gray Snake Gang Was Quite Reasonable

Inside the Gray Snake Gang's main hall.

The atmosphere abruptly turned somewhat stagnant, every rustle of wind and cry of crane setting nerves on edge.

Wei Quan and Jiang Guang's pupils contracted, their faces full of shock.

Yang Mingqi's strength amounted to little in all of Qingfeng County, but he was no stray dog by the roadside either. With strength nearing Houtian Grand Accomplishment and the might of his Everlasting Light Fist, he could handle most situations. He should not have had his face seized so casually.

Zou Changqun remained calm, as though he had encountered nothing more than the most ordinary matter.

Even Ge Zhou, the Fourth Chief of Flying Cloud Stronghold, had died at Zhao Zhi's hands. What was a mere Yang Mingqi worth?

Even...

Zou Changqun's peripheral vision involuntarily drifted toward Gang Leader Lei Jue.

The savage grin on Lei Jue's face froze. His expression turned incomparably dark, black as charcoal.

Crack.

Zhao Zhi exerted force with his five fingers, and the sound of a skull shattering immediately rang out.

Yang Mingqi instantly let out a shrill, miserable scream. His voice sliced through the stagnant Gray Snake Gang hall like a sharp blade, making Lei Jue's expression turn even uglier.

"Zhao Zhi."

Wei Quan sprang to his feet and pointed at Zhao Zhi.

"This is the Gray Snake Gang. Do not act so wildly. This gang's... Deputy Gang Leader will test your skills."

Wei Quan did not attack at once. His gaze remained utterly locked on Zhao Zhi, light shifting in his eyes as he watched every move and every flaw Zhao Zhi revealed, hoping to find a point of breakthrough. Yet the trace of gravity deep in his eyes still betrayed the tension and fear in his heart.

The opponent had struck too quickly.

Wei Quan had not clearly seen all of his movements.

After several breaths.

Cold sweat seeped from Wei Quan's forehead.

Though Zhao Zhi's entire body appeared full of openings, he did not dare entertain the slightest thought of attacking. From the corner of his eye, he caught Lei Jue's icy gaze.

Wei Quan knew that he had to make a move.

When he saw Zhao Zhi yawn in boredom, his body suddenly moved. He pounced forward, and as his hands crossed, his clenched fists produced a fierce tearing-wind roar.

Sky-Splitting Fist.

This was the fist art Wei Quan had trained in for decades. It was by relying on this very fist art that he had secured the position of Deputy Gang Leader of the Gray Snake Gang.

When the fist flew, it split the air with a thunderous blast. It could not only intimidate enemies, but also disrupt them with sound, leaving them unable to judge where the fists were coming from.

Before his fists could reach Zhao Zhi, Zhao Zhi decisively lifted Yang Mingqi and hurled him heavily at Wei Quan like a tattered sack.

Immediately afterward.

Zhao Zhi's eyes flashed like lightning as he swept his gaze toward Jiang Guang, who was attacking from the other side.

The instant Jiang Guang met that gaze, his expression abruptly changed, and even the movements of his hands paused for a brief moment.

In that instant.

Zhao Zhi took a step forward. His left foot gripped the ground, his right leg rose, and a sweeping whip kick lashed out viciously, striking Jiang Guang and sending him flying backward even faster before he crashed into a chair.

The chair shattered on the spot.

Zhao Zhi glanced at Jiang Guang, curled up like a boiled shrimp, then shifted his gaze to Lei Jue. The corner of his lips lifted in a faint smile. "Your turn."

"Zhao Zhi, you..."

Before Lei Jue could finish speaking, Zhao Zhi's body suddenly moved. He appeared before Lei Jue almost as though teleporting, his five fingers curling into an eagle claw and clamping onto Lei Jue's face like iron pincers before smashing him heavily toward the ground.

Bang.

The screen behind the tables and chairs was knocked over and crashed to the floor. Lei Jue's head slammed heavily against the ground. It seemed as though the sound of his skull cracking could be heard. His eyes grew unfocused, his face twisted, and he violently spat out a mouthful of blood that splashed across Zhao Zhi's palm.

Zhao Zhi tore a strip from Lei Jue's silk clothes, stood up, planted one foot on Lei Jue's chest, and elegantly wiped the blood from his palm.

Gurgle.

Scarlet blood continuously spilled from Lei Jue's mouth as he spoke with difficulty. "Lord Zhao, I... I... I surrender. Everything in the Gray Snake Gang... belongs to Lord Zhao."

Zhao Zhi did not respond. With a turn of his inner energy, a powerful force shattered Lei Jue's breastbone, pierced through it, and crushed his heart.

Lei Jue's eyes suddenly widened, and the color in them rapidly dimmed and vanished.

From the memories of the original owner of this body, the Gray Snake Gang led by Lei Jue had done no shortage of things such as bullying men and violating women, killing people and burying corpses.

[You have prevented a person steeped in sin from committing evil again. Merit +40.]

Wei Quan, Jiang Guang, and Yang Mingqi's pupils shook violently at the sight.

The Gang Leader was dead.

He had died at the hands of a blue-clad constable.

Zou Changqun, Wu Meng, and the others remained extremely calm and composed.

Lei Jue had entered the Postnatal Perfection realm after breaking through, and his strength was not bad, but he could not compare to Ge Zhou, the Fourth Chief of Flying Cloud Stronghold, at all.

Ge Zhou had died in a single exchange.

If you, the Gang Leader of the Gray Snake Gang, did not die so easily, that would be unreasonable.

Yang Mingqi glanced at Zou Changqun, who stood safely to one side, and a thought suddenly stirred in his heart.

No wonder this fellow had just...

"Lord Zhao." Ignoring the grave injuries on his body, Yang Mingqi dropped to his knees like a mountain collapsing and jade pillars falling. "From this moment onward, I, Yang Mingqi, withdraw from the Gray Snake Gang and will have nothing whatsoever to do with it again."

"What does that have to do with me?"

Zhao Zhi gave a faint laugh. With one step, he appeared before Yang Mingqi, and his perfected Seizing Hand swiftly landed on the other man's neck.

Crack.

His neck snapped, and his life came to an end.

[You have prevented a person steeped in sin from committing evil again. Merit +20.]

[You have prevented a person steeped in sin from committing evil again. Merit +30.]

[You have prevented a person steeped in sin from committing evil again. Merit +20.]

After consecutively dealing with Wei Quan and Jiang Guang, only Zou Changqun remained among the Gray Snake Gang's higher-ups present.

Zhao Zhi slightly turned his body, his gaze falling upon Zou Changqun.

Under that gaze, Zou Changqun immediately trembled all over, his face turning pale as he dropped to his knees. "Mercy, Lord Zhao! Mercy, Lord Zhao! Mercy, Lord Zhao..."

Zhao Zhi's eyes shifted slightly as he said calmly, "Clean up this place. Return every last bit of incense money the Gray Snake Gang collected from the common folk. From today onward, the Gray Snake Gang will disband. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my lord."

Zou Changqun immediately agreed.

By the time he raised his head, Zhao Zhi had already walked out of the main hall.

Still shaken with lingering fear, Zou Changqun stood and glanced at the corpse of Gang Leader Lei Jue, then at Wei Quan, Jiang Guang, and Yang Mingqi. More than half of the Gray Snake Gang's higher-ups had died just like that.

If he had not wanted to trouble Zhao Zhi yesterday and witnessed him kill the Fourth Chief of Flying Cloud Stronghold,

then there would have been one more corpse here today—his.

"Hall Master Zou," Wu Meng said in a trembling voice, "what should we do now?"

"Do not call me Hall Master Zou again. I have nothing whatsoever to do with the Gray Snake Gang." Zou Changqun barked, then ordered, "Follow Lord Zhao's instructions and clean this place up."

"Yes."

Wu Meng answered.

As Zhao Zhi walked out of the Gray Snake Gang's estate, he saw Luo Dashan and Qian Tong hurrying over.

"Zhao Zhi, are you all right?"

Luo Dashan carefully looked Zhao Zhi over from top to bottom, his face full of astonishment.

"I'm fine." Zhao Zhi smiled faintly. "The Gray Snake Gang was quite reasonable."

The Gray Snake Gang?

Reasonable?

Qian Tong and Luo Dashan exchanged a glance.

"Let's go."

Zhao Zhi walked forward.