At the Crouching Tiger Gang's headquarters, the compound walls, Treasure Vault, and buildings previously destroyed by the Twin-Horned Tiger had been repaired, becoming even more lavish than before. At the entrance, four formidable marrow-cleansing experts stood with long sabers at their waists, planted like four spears. Both open and hidden sentries surrounded the compound, ensuring that even a fly entering would be detected.
Xu Yang lay concealed in a distant thicket, his gaze slowly sweeping over the entire Crouching Tiger Gang compound.
The Treasure Vault had been reinforced. Its walls and doors were thicker than before, the entire structure cast from refined iron, apparently mixed with some low-grade spirit iron. Of all the locations, this was the most heavily guarded. Crouching Tiger Gang experts watched every side of the Treasure Vault, and their leader was a Heavenly Origin martial artist, currently sitting cross-legged at the entrance, absorbing spirit qi as he cultivated.
He was desperately short of resources. Robbing the Crouching Tiger Gang was safer than going to Jade Dragon Mountain. They were enemies anyway, and these beasts did nothing decent, even bullying ordinary old farmers. He could rob them without any pangs of conscience.
Besides, the Crouching Tiger Gang still had a bounty on him. Now that he had the strength, he naturally had to respond. He could vent his anger and obtain resources at the same time.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, a tiger's roar came from one corner of the Crouching Tiger Gang compound.
Xu Yang looked over and saw a fierce tiger with two horns lying beneath an enormous shelter. It was the Twin-Horned Tiger that had once been Yang Zheng's mount. They actually didn't kill him?
Xu Yang remembered that when he had last come here, the Twin-Horned Tiger had gone berserk and killed countless Crouching Tiger Gang