Chapter Seven, Tiger Gang

In other words, if there is support from the corresponding mental techniques, my hearing can become stronger?" Zhuo Junyan muttered to himself, then smiled: "It doesn't matter, it's sufficient for the time being.

Everyone knows that the more the boss eats, the worse their mood becomes

All are fierce beings, bold and unrestrained

The fierce tiger Yang held a pig's trotter and gnawed at it wildly, devouring it with such fervor that even the bones were crushed and consumed, producing a crunching sound as it chewed.

The fierce tiger leaned in, surprisingly sniffing the bullet a few times: "There is the scent of sulfur... It must be some kind of mechanical technique"

He stood up, shook his neck, and sneered: "When has our Tiger Gang ever feared an opponent? It's either you die or I live. Once you take this path, your head is just hanging by your belt. Sooner or later, death will come, but before that, let's enjoy ourselves to the fullest! If he has the ability, let him take my place; if not, he will be eliminated by me. In this life, what we seek is simply enjoyment!"

Upon hearing these words, Lie Hu Yang stood up

A sudden bang echoed from afar, drowned out by the immense howling sound.

Bang

As he voraciously devoured the seafood, the juices flowed down his teeth and dripped onto his chest, revealing a gleaming sheen of oil.

Gui Xiniang whispered: "Could it be related to the events at Huaiyin River during the day? It is possible that the people from the Mo Gate have received some news."

It may also be that I happened to pass by

He is eating voraciously

In front of the Loyalty and Righteousness Hall, there lay two corpses draped in white cloth on the training ground

The wind rustles through the branches, producing a swishing sound

Standing behind the Guixi Niang is a young man in plain clothes, holding a seven-foot green blade sword, with a knife pouch hanging at his waist, filled with throwing knives

Dongjiao, Huai'an County

Tiger Gang

He strode over to Bai Chong's side, one hand already reaching into Bai Chong's corpse, groping around like this. After a long while, his bloodied hand retracted, revealing a deformed bullet in the palm.

A young man smiled: "A martial artist from a realm of one layer, skilled in the Iron Cloth technique, adept at launching hidden weapons, with hands that leave no trace, possibly a practitioner of the art of controlling objects."

Let him die

Note: Learning martial arts that do not correspond to the supported mental methods is an act of inefficiency, yielding twice the effort for half the result. The host is advised to make a careful decision

He tossed some loose change onto the tea stall without inquiring whether it was enough to cover the cost, and then left on his own.

Gui Xiniang was astonished: "Mechanical devices? Boss, are you saying that this thing is launched through a mechanism?"

Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness

Zhuo Junyan does not expect this system to provide him with any meaningful guidance—he is not afraid of death, so why would he care about your evaluation

Indulge in the wild and fierce sun of the tiger

The momentum surged once again, unbothered by the pretentious demeanor of the so-called master of the North Cang, yet it possessed a wild spirit and the might of a formidable warrior

The fierce tiger asked in a low voice

Beyond the grand gate lies a shadow wall, and beyond the shadow wall is a vast training ground.

Zhuo Junyan ultimately decided to learn to listen to the wind

The Fierce Tiger Yang sneered: "So you want to take advantage of the situation? It doesn't really matter whether it's the Mo Sect or not. The Mo Sect is a major faction with countless extraordinary individuals. If they seek trouble with us, we won't be able to withstand it. But at least I know one thing: this kid, we can still handle him.

The fierce tiger let out a sound, looked up at the sky, and a contemplative expression appeared in his eyes: "It should be like this. Interesting, could it be the people from the Mo Sect?"

A group of men in black martial attire stood by the training ground, each holding a torch and a steel knife, their expressions solemn and exuding an air of menace

In this situation, the only one who can speak to him is the second-in-command, Gui Xiniang

Let him die

At this moment, Lie Hu Yang is sitting in the main hall of the Loyalty Hall of the Tiger Gang

Previously, you criticized me for learning too little, and now you criticize me for crossing boundaries

The tiger's might and power are exalted, with a fierce aura of killing intent surging forth

He looked down at the followers and shouted loudly: "I don't care who the opponent is, having killed the third leader of my Tiger Gang, we will make him pay with his life!"

Has the person not been found yet

The fierce tiger paused while gnawing on the pig's trotter, and a hint of a smile appeared on his broad, menacing face: "Interesting. A wild young man, how strong is he?"

Standing not far from Liehu Yang, the approximately three hundred jin Guixiniang said in a muffled voice: "Go ask the person who knows Jin Wuxin, that kid was still probing our Tiger Gang's location before he left"

In front of him was a large platter of meat, piled high on the entire Eight Immortals table

Although Lie Hu Yang has a striking presence and a forceful demeanor, his thoughts are not as they appear; rather, they are quite delicate and his considerations are thorough

Let him die

In the next moment, Lie Hu Yang suddenly raised his head, and a large blood hole had appeared in the center of his brow

The young man in plain clothes had a slightly somber expression: "If it is the Mo family, it will be troublesome."

Looking at the bullet, Lie Hu Yang squinted and said: "The shape of the tail has changed, clearly due to the impact of a heavy object... This is not a concealed weapon launched with wrist strength"

He quickly devoured the pig's trotter in his hand, then picked up another one without even glancing below, his voice remained very calm

The robust figure was bare-chested, revealing solid bronze-colored muscles.

The entrance of the mansion is adorned with two imposing characters.

Although it is a dual realm, it possesses peak might

The words whispered by the old man at the tea stall, "It was agreed to compensate, yet there has been no response," also came from the back room

A pair of tiger head rings is fastened to the door, and two tiger head knives are hung in the porch

The people in the distance are whispering, and it can be faintly heard that they are still discussing the previous battle

This sound of the wind is quite pleasant, and the key point is that it does not consume internal energy

Raising the Wind Listening to Level 3, without the need to employ Zhuo Junyan, it seems that the surroundings have become much noisier.

Behind the training ground is a large hall

All the followers raised their knives and shouted simultaneously

As he rose, an invisible aura of intimidation emanated from him

Zhuo Junyan was also indifferent, carrying his own bag and suitcase as he walked outside

Birds flutter their wings and soar across the vast sky, emitting joyful calls of courtship

Blood and brain matter splattered onto the crowd, and Lie Hu Yang fell straight down like that

Why are the people from the Mo Gate coming to this desolate place in Huai'an with nothing better to do

The young man in plain clothes approached and examined the deformed bullet: "The boss is right, this is not a concealed weapon launched by wrist strength, but rather one that has been propelled by a heavy strike. To cause such deformation, it would require a heavy hammer to strike it. It's strange, there has never been any mention of such martial arts or concealed weapons in the world. Moreover, none of the people present at the time saw any striking; this object was emitted directly from a black object."

Look at the system again

Xie Beicang and Bai Chong

This is the first gang of Huai'an, the Tiger Gang

Zhuo Junyan smiled faintly

"Huaiyin River?" The fierce tiger raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "This matter is somewhat strange. We still haven't grasped the situation, and besides, it has only been a day. The Mo family is far away from here; how could they possibly receive news so quickly? Even carrier pigeons wouldn't be able to fly here!"

The daytime passed quickly, and after a day of rest, Zhuo Junyan's injuries gradually healed, but there is still some distance to full recovery

The plaque hangs high above, similarly inscribed with three bold characters written in vigorous strokes.

He currently relies primarily on firearms as his main combat strength and does not need to act frequently, so learning in conjunction with his own characteristics is the most effective approach

The ink is rich and dense, the brush strokes are sharp and fierce, taking the form of a tiger, with a momentum that soars like the wind

Everyone lowered their heads in silence

A large mansion stands孤零零 in an open space, with no other buildings surrounding it, only a small grove of trees not far away