A Powerful Foundation!

After dealing with Zhao Si, Mo Yun headed toward the Sky Wolf Gang's headquarters.

Mo Yun was not the least bit worried about Zhao Si's death.

For one thing, the dynasty was in turmoil, the authorities' control was weak, and the magistrate's office mostly went through the motions when investigating cases.

Never mind a dead gang member-even if an ordinary civilian died, the officials would not bother lifting an eyelid as long as no one made a fuss.

For another, as a gang member, Zhao Si being ambushed and killed by an enemy in an alley was perfectly normal.

The authorities would simply treat it as a clash between gangs and never investigate closely. Those constables might even clap their hands in delight at having one less scourge around.

Mo Yun walked along the deserted street, the night wind making the hem of his clothes snap and flutter.

As he walked, he pondered the matter.

The Sky Wolf Gang was not hard to find. Half an hour later, Mo Yun arrived at its headquarters.

It was a sizable compound of blue bricks and gray roof tiles. Two stone lions bared their fangs and claws before the entrance, and a plaque above the gate bore the words "Sky Wolf Gang" in bold, sharply executed strokes that exuded a savage air.

Two lifeless-looking lanterns hung by the entrance, their dim yellow halos swaying in the night wind.

Mo Yun did not use the main gate. Instead, he circled around to the side, vaulted over the wall, and landed silently in the courtyard.

Having lived in Yellow Maple Town for so many years, Mo Yun knew a fair amount about the Sky Wolf Gang.

It was a gang that had only been established two years earlier.

Although the Sky Wolf Gang had not existed for long, it had grown rapidly under its leader, Black Wolf, becoming Yellow Maple Town's largest gang in a short time.

Mo Yun had heard that Black Wolf was ruthless, but he still followed certain principles. Although he collected all sorts of protection money, he did not drive people to their deaths.

Other gangs generally took the money without doing anything in return.

The Sky Wolf Gang, however, would always provide protection once it took your money, sparing you all sorts of messy trouble.

That much was universally acknowledged in Yellow Maple Town.

Mo Yun reckoned that Zhao Si had most likely acted on his own this time, seizing his family's shops without leaving them any way to survive.

Logically speaking, although the shops my sister runs make money, they don't actually make that much. After all, she only just took them over, and they're still getting started. They shouldn't have caught the Sky Wolf Gang's attention...

Mo Yun frowned in thought as he moved through the shadows.

Although the Sky Wolf Gang collected protection money, it had always followed its rules. It did not target small shops that were just getting started, usually waiting until a business grew before sending someone to discuss its cut.

His sister's shops were nowhere near the point of attracting their attention.

Unless...

Soon, Mo Yun thought of his second uncle.

Did Second Uncle approach Zhao Si?

Mo Yun frowned, a cold gleam spreading through his eyes.

If his second uncle really had a hand in this, Mo Yun would not mind sending the old man into the ground a little early.

After being tripped up time and again, Mo Yun had no reason to show him any more leniency.

Forget it. I'll find Black Wolf first.

Gathering his focus, Mo Yun stopped dwelling on it.

The most important thing now was to resolve the problem with the Sky Wolf Gang. As for his second uncle, he would settle accounts with him after finishing up here.

The Sky Wolf Gang's headquarters covered a considerable area, with dozens of rooms across the front and rear courtyards.

Mo Yun moved swiftly through the shadows, searching room by room.

At this hour, most of the gang members were already asleep, their snores rising and falling from the various rooms.

The occasional night patrolman was bleary-eyed and yawning incessantly, completely oblivious to the ghostlike figure in the darkness.

Rumor had it that Black Wolf was a late-stage bright force martial artist who primarily practiced horizontal tempering. He had already tempered his skin until it was tougher than treated cowhide. Ordinary blades could not harm him in the slightest, and he could fight a hundred men alone. His strength was not to be underestimated.

Mo Yun was not particularly worried about that.

After practicing martial arts for so long, he had come to understand that, with the panel's support, his foundation was incredibly solid. Every aspect of his physical attributes could overwhelm those of anyone at the same realm.

After all, whenever he achieved a breakthrough in a martial art, aside from charging the White Mark, he also received some feedback himself, strengthening his physique to a certain degree.

In numerical terms, this meant that his constitution and defense increased particularly quickly.

Mo Yun reckoned that, with his current constitution and defense, even Black Wolf, who specialized in horizontal tempering, might not be able to break through his defenses.

He had seen as much during the last Guard Examination. When he fought Zhou Ping, who was also at mid bright strength, the other man's attacks had felt like mere tickles and barely hurt him at all.

Yet a casual hit from him had left Zhou Ping feeling so awful that he wanted to cough up blood.

Moreover, he had just achieved another breakthrough in the test fist technique, strengthening his constitution and defense once again. His strength had risen another notch since the Guard Examination.

Mo Yun had reason to believe that he had nothing to fear even against someone at late-stage bright force now.

Even if I really can't beat him, getting away shouldn't be a problem.

Steadying himself, Mo Yun concealed his presence and silently searched room by room. Before long, he found the gang leader Black Wolf's residence.

This room was larger than all the others, and two gang members stood guard outside its door. It was clearly the residence of someone important.

Mo Yun circled around behind the room and waited for the patrolling gang members to move away before quietly approaching the window.

Imitating the films and television shows from his previous life, he dabbed some saliva onto his finger and gently touched the paper window. A small hole soon appeared.

He peered through the hole-

At that moment, Black Wolf, a broad-shouldered, thick-waisted man with a vicious face, a bare upper body, and a conspicuous scar on his chest, was actually bent over his desk, earnestly reading an unidentified collection of poetry.

Black Wolf was engrossed in his reading, his brows alternately furrowing and relaxing as he murmured to himself.

Mo Yun: "?"

So this is how you play up the contrast?

Perhaps his surprise had caused some of his concealed presence to leak out, or perhaps Black Wolf's senses were naturally sharp. In that brief moment, the man's expression darkened, and his eyes widened as he swept his gaze toward the window.

"Who's there?"

Black Wolf's voice was deep and resonant, carrying a hint of murderous intent.

Without hesitation, Mo Yun turned and left.

"Hmph!"

Black Wolf snorted coldly, instantly becoming a blur as he vaulted through the window and gave chase.

Despite his burly build, he moved with astonishing speed, pursuing Mo Yun out of the courtyard in just a few strides.

Before long, Black Wolf caught up to Mo Yun in the grounds.

Of course, that was because Mo Yun had deliberately slowed down.

At the same time, he had confirmed that Black Wolf was considerably slower than he was at full speed.

That meant that if anything really went wrong, he could still escape even if he could not win.

Seven point six constitution really is no joke. Whether it's speed, strength, or reflexes, I'm far beyond martial artists at the same level!

Mo Yun marveled inwardly, then abruptly turned and attacked Black Wolf.

Fierce Tiger Leaves the Mountain!

He drove out a punch, the wind howling around his fist as it surged forward with unstoppable momentum!

Black Wolf's expression changed, and he hurriedly raised his hand to block.

Bang!

Fist met palm. Black Wolf felt a tremendous force crash into him, jolting him several steps backward and leaving his arm numb!

What incredible strength!

Shocked, Black Wolf hurriedly assumed a fighting stance and prepared to face him seriously.

He specialized in horizontal tempering, his entire body clad in copper skin and iron bones. Few martial artists at the same realm could surpass him in strength.

Yet this black-clad man before him, who clearly did not look particularly burly, possessed an absurd amount of strength!

In just one exchange, Mo Yun had driven Black Wolf back again and again, leaving him feeling so awful that he wanted to cough up blood.

Mo Yun pressed his advantage without mercy, launching another punch!

This punch was fast and ferocious. Unable to dodge in time, Black Wolf could only take it head-on.

Bang!

Another dull impact rang out. Black Wolf was sent flying backward into the ornamental rockery behind him, smashing it and sending fragments of stone scattering.

Black Wolf was alarmed. When did such a powerful martial artist come to Yellow Maple Town?

Mo Yun frowned. Is he really this weak?