The Gray Snake Gang Was Quite Reasonable

Inside the Gray Snake Gang's main hall.

The atmosphere suddenly congealed, every rustle of wind and cry of crane setting nerves on edge.

Wei Quan and Jiang Guang's pupils contracted, their faces filled with shock.

Yang Mingqi's strength was nothing remarkable in all of Qingfeng County, but he was no random nobody by the roadside. With strength nearing Houtian Grand Accomplishment and the imposing force of his Everlasting Light Fist, he should have been able to handle most situations. He should not have been caught by the face so casually.

Zou Changqun remained calm, as though this were the most ordinary thing in the world.

Even Ge Zhou, the fourth chief of Flying Cloud Stronghold, had died at Zhao Zhi's hands. What did a mere Yang Mingqi amount to?

What was more...

Zou Changqun's peripheral vision involuntarily flicked toward the gang leader, Lei Jue.

The vicious grin on Lei Jue's face froze. His expression darkened until it was as black as charcoal.

Crack.

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

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

"Zhao Zhi."

Wei Quan abruptly rose to his feet and raised a hand to point at Zhao Zhi.

"This is the Gray Snake Gang. Don't run wild here. This gang's... deputy gang leader will test your methods."

Wei Quan did not attack at once. His gaze remained firmly locked on Zhao Zhi, light shifting through his eyes as he watched Zhao Zhi's every movement and every opening, hoping to find a point of breakthrough. Yet the grave hint in the depths of his eyes still betrayed his inner tension and fear.

The other man had moved too quickly.

Wei Quan had not clearly seen his movements at all.

After several breaths.

Cold sweat seeped from Wei Quan's forehead.

Zhao Zhi was clearly full of openings, yet Wei Quan 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 lunged forward to kill, and as his hands crossed, his clenched fists punched out with a fierce sound of air tearing apart.

Sky-Splitting Fist.

This was the fist technique Wei Quan had steeped himself in for decades. It was through this very technique that he had fought his way into the position of deputy gang leader of the Gray Snake Gang.

When the fist struck, it split the air with explosive booms. It could not only intimidate enemies, but also interfere with their hearing, making them unable to judge where the fist was coming from.

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

Immediately after.

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

The instant Jiang Guang met that gaze, his expression abruptly changed, and even the movement 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 he lashed out with a sweeping kick, viciously striking Jiang Guang and sending him flying backward even faster, crashing into a chair.

The chair shattered on the spot.

Zhao Zhi glanced at Jiang Guang, who was curled up like a cooked 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 if teleporting, his five fingers bent into an eagle claw and clamped over Lei Jue's face like iron pincers before slamming him heavily into the ground.

Bang.

The screen behind the tables and chairs was knocked over and smashed onto the floor. Lei Jue's head slammed heavily against the ground, and it seemed as though the sound of a skull cracking could be heard. His eyes went unfocused, his face twisted, and he abruptly sprayed out a mouthful of blood that splattered across Zhao Zhi's palm.

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

Gurgle.

Scarlet blood continuously gushed from Lei Jue's mouth as he struggled to speak. "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 and pierced through it, crushing his heart.

Lei Jue's eyes abruptly widened, and the color in them rapidly faded away.

From the memories of the original owner of this body, the Gray Snake Gang led by Lei Jue had done no small number of deeds like bullying men and violating women, killing people and burying their corpses.

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

When Wei Quan, Jiang Guang, and Yang Mingqi saw this, their pupils trembled violently.

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.

After breaking through, Lei Jue had stepped into Postnatal Perfection. His strength was not weak, but he could not compare to Ge Zhou, the fourth chief of Flying Cloud Stronghold, at all.

Ge Zhou had died after only a single exchange.

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

Yang Mingqi glanced at Zou Changqun, who was standing safely to one side, and a thought suddenly struck him.

No wonder this guy had earlier...

"Lord Zhao." Ignoring his severe injuries, Yang Mingqi dropped to his knees like a golden mountain collapsing and a jade pillar falling. "From this moment onward, I, Yang Mingqi, withdraw from the Gray Snake Gang and will have nothing to do with it ever 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 fell upon the other man's neck.

Crack.

His neck broke, and his life and path both came to an end.

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

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

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

After consecutively dealing with Wei Quan and Jiang Guang, Zou Changqun was the only senior member of the Gray Snake Gang still present.

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

At that look, Zou Changqun immediately began trembling all over. His face went 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 indifferently, "Handle this place properly. Return every last coin of incense money the Gray Snake Gang took from the common people. From this day onward, the Gray Snake Gang will disband. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my lord."

When Zou Changqun raised his head again, Zhao Zhi had already walked out of the hall.

Still shaken, Zou Changqun rose to his feet. He 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 upper ranks had died just like that.

If he had not wanted to trouble Zhao Zhi yesterday and witnessed him killing the fourth chief of Flying Cloud Stronghold,

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

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

"Don't call me Hall Master Zou again. I have nothing to do with the Gray Snake Gang." Zou Changqun barked a rebuke before ordering, "Do as Lord Zhao instructed. Clean this place up."

"Yes."

Wu Meng answered.

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

"Zhao Zhi, you're all right?"

Luo Dashan carefully examined Zhao Zhi from head to toe, 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 glances.

"Let's go."

Zhao Zhi walked onward.