Chapter 3, A Ray of Hope
Chen Ping hurriedly intervened
In this ancient society, particularly within the context of the gang culture, it is rare to find a situation where the capable are beneath and the incompetent are above
If the fox often thinks thrice, then there is still room for discussion
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It seems that the fierce winds and torrential rains approaching from the front are nothing at all, which is particularly reassuring
The small table did not speak, but simply nodded emphatically, clearly in agreement with its younger brother's words
[ Catastrophe: 2 ( Breaking the Boundary ) ]
Because the incompetent will soon be secretly eliminated by others
The small stool has a feminine appearance, yet at this moment, its fair face bears an unusual ferocity, as if it were about to devour someone
The flower-faced child squatted on the ground, carefully unwrapping the broken bamboo pole that was tied to Chen Ping's injured leg. Upon seeing the blood start to flow again, he muttered softly.
It turns out that all these people were saved by their original selves
As for Dong Xiang, there are rumors that he has begun to undergo a process of cleansing and blood transformation, having cultivated external martial arts to an extremely profound level. If he were to seek trouble with us, it would surely be a dead end.
Chen Ping never considered escaping, as he had a leg injury and found it difficult to walk even a few steps. The idea of fleeing was utterly absurd. Even if he were not directly killed in the dark of night as a thief, he would be too conspicuous by dawn and would surely be captured.
How realistic it is
There is no need to ask; it is certain that the big fool saved himself.
[ Root Bone: 4 ( The Stature of a Central Person ) ]
Zuo Duanshou, who is quite knowledgeable about martial arts, responded, "From our perspective, Yan Laoda is undoubtedly a formidable expert. Under normal circumstances, even if ten people were to surround him, it would be difficult to injure him in the slightest; instead, they would likely be beaten to death. However, he is merely a practitioner of external martial arts, and his meridians have not been fully opened; he has only trained to the level of his bones, which is considered subpar."
The small table glanced at Chen Ping's amputated leg and did not continue speaking
Chen Ping noticed that this young man had started to refer to himself as "Brother Seven" instead of "Lame Brother". This change likely indicated that his previous actions in taking down Old Master Yan had earned him recognition.
In response to Chen Ping's question, none of the individuals felt surprised; it seemed they had accepted that he had a fever that had affected his mind, causing him to be somewhat forgetful.
Chen Ping seemed not to notice the urgency on his face, nor did she mention the matter of fleeing. She lowered her head in thought, "Chang Sansi, a good name. Foxes are always cunning creatures, never reckless. Using this as a moniker, he should be a cautious person"
Chen Ping weakly waved his hand, wishing to survive alongside this group of little beggars, but it seemed to be quite a challenge
This is not difficult. If Master Yan successfully cultivates his tendons and fascia into a unified whole, the back of his neck will no longer be easily pierced by your inferior iron shovel handle, Seventh Brother... At most, it would penetrate half a finger's depth before getting stuck.
Upon seeing his expression, several people immediately calmed down
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That piece of cloth is not acceptable
Oh
Let us talk about martial arts. I see that Master Yan possesses great strength and remarkable skills; I wonder what secrets he holds
Thus, there is a frenzied exploitation of subordinates
This is a crybaby
At this point, the left-handed man furrowed his brows tightly and gazed out of the window at the darkened sky, his face showing signs of anxiety
That is not the case. Chief Dong is someone who deals with significant matters and does not pay attention to us few petty beggars. Instead, it is his three deputy chiefs, Fox, Black Wolf, and Flower Leopard, who might take an interest. As far as I know, Boss Yan was following Deputy Chief Fox Chang Sansi, and now that he is dead, Deputy Chief Chang cannot possibly ignore it.
If you want to leave, then go ahead and find a place to hide. When tomorrow dawns, you can find a way to sneak out of the city. Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and nobility are in the hands of heaven, it is better than waiting to die here
What a great benefactor this is
The field of vision before me became clear, and the attribute panel that had been flickering intermittently finally came into focus
This person's death is not regrettable; the issue is how to deal with the retaliation from the Seven Color Hall after killing this person, which is the real problem
After all, it was merely a minor leader within the gang who had died, not his father, so there was no need to rush to the funeral overnight
The flower-faced child, puzzled, looked up and did not insist any longer. Thus, he took the belly of the mandarin duck playing in the water as a rope. This item was made of silk fabric; it would be a waste to throw it away, and no one would have the face to wear it, so it was repurposed as waste.
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However, he is not flustered, and there is a natural reason for his calmness, which is not solely due to his boldness
In fact, even the true strength of Lord Yan far exceeds that of his current self, let alone that of the deputy incense master
Previously, when I killed Yan Laoda, it seemed that I saw a small transparent light sphere heading straight for my forehead
[ Insight: 3 ( Ordinary ) ]
Not long ago, Dong Xiangzhu ordered that every street must pay a hundred taels of silver, which he could not produce. Therefore, he crazily exploited us, trying to squeeze oil from stones. In the past, we could still hide a few coins and occasionally buy a couple of steamed buns, but later, no one dared to do so anymore. That day, that day... In the past, we could still hide a few coins and occasionally buy a couple of steamed buns, but later, no one dared to do so anymore. That day, that day...
I will not leave, where is Brother Seven, where am I, life and death together
Of course, the income from this street cannot be monopolized by him; he must also offer a portion to the incense hall.
There is another reason; if the ones coming are the Black Wolf or the Flower Leopard, the two of them pursuing the culprit, he has no thoughts at all
One must think of another method to break through the predicament
But this is an unavoidable situation; if the other party does not perish, it is oneself who will.
Oh, can you discern the level of Master Yan's martial arts skills
This individual is the chief under the Qingzi Hall of the Qise Tang, and to describe him in contemporary terms, he is the leader of the Qilin Street, responsible for collecting protection fees from businesses and controlling the beggar gangs.
Being interrupted in body and limbs, can one survive? Even a fool knows this; these people themselves cannot possibly be unaware.
Moreover, what dynasty is this world actually in? One is unaware of the prevailing environment and the level of military power. Yet, having been here for only a short time, I have already killed two people, one of whom is a gang leader. Clearly, this will not come without consequences.
Several people were exchanging words, completely exposing Yan Laoda's secrets
The left-handed man sighed, and for the first time, there was a fluctuation in his gaze: "I do not know how I can continue to live, but Seventh Brother, you saved me from the jaws of wild dogs, and provided me with food and books. What does it matter if I sell this life to you?"
We brothers will not leave either. That day, Brother Tian Qi pulled us out of the stinking ditch, not minding that we are eunuchs, and today we have fought our way back to life. Regardless of anything, I will follow.
The flower-faced child raised his head, his pair of large eyes glistening with moisture
I found a small amount of silver, totaling approximately over 3 taels. Aside from the black iron short dagger personally carried by the tall and thin individual, Yan Laoda also had a small bottle of wine, a pink belly pouch, and a piece of yellowed long white cloth of unknown purpose.
He did not inquire in detail about the true capabilities of this regular deputy incense master
Let me think it over carefully
Upon seeing a bottle of wine and a long strip of white cloth that had been found with the severed left hand, his eyes lit up. He took the wine and poured it over the wound, cleaning it slightly, and then intended to use the white cloth to wrap the injury.
With a left-handed bow and a bent waist, he quickly searched over Yan Laoda and the tall, thin man, displaying a remarkable level of skill
Died like an ant, without any value. Fortunately, a few of us have avenged him, so I can close my eyes in peace
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Old Yan secretly manages the beggars and vagrants on this street, making him a minor leader. In reality, there isn't much profit to be made, but according to his own boastful claims, he is a formal disciple who burns three sticks of incense and can dine at restaurants without paying
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Do not speak of him anymore, that fellow is already dead, having been kicked to death by Lord Yan.
So, as long as we pass the test of Dong Xiangzhu, we can rest easy
After listening for a while, Chen Ping understood who Yan Laoda was
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In any case, it is not the kind of good deed that should be done
Chen Ping thought for a moment and asked again
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It is more likely that the escaped survivor lacks the courage to report to the deputy incense master during the night, making it difficult to even meet them. Theoretically, this night is safe.
Therefore, it can be considered that Chang Sansi's martial arts are somewhat inferior to Dong Xiangzhu's blood cleansing technique, yet significantly stronger than Yan Laoda's bone refining realm, at least reaching the level of fully developed muscle training; in any case, he cannot win in a fight.
He actually did not want to show weakness, but there was nothing he could do. He had no memory of his past life at all, not even knowing how he had become a beggar, let alone the origins of these few people.
The only thing to be thankful for is that it has already turned dark; I overheard a few people discussing that there will be a curfew tonight. Under normal circumstances, the highly esteemed Deputy Incense Master would be in a state of leisure, having no interest in causing trouble for a few small beggars.
The world is bustling, all for profit; the world is in turmoil, all for gain. As long as one can grasp the pulse, even the deaths of Old Yan and the tall, thin man are not beyond concealment.
Please elaborate on Yan Laoda's identity, martial arts skills, and style of conduct in detail
Chen Ping sat on the collapsed wooden planks of the incense table, resembling a general seated in the White Tiger Hall, his gaze calm and undisturbed
Perhaps, it also controls some petty thefts for revenue generation
Indeed, I also heard him say that he often drinks with the head of the Xinqing Prefecture's constabulary, which is likely an attempt to embellish his reputation and elevate his status. However, he personally led the collection of the regular silver from the thirty-two shops on the street.
The left-handed person naturally replied.