On the street near the teahouse, two gangs of people were several meters apart and were in a tense confrontation.

A young man in fine clothes and a medium figure, with a harmless smile on his face, but his eyes were extremely evil, wandering around Shang Zirong opposite him.

The young man stepped on a man in short clothes on his left foot. With a little force, the man in short clothes made a scream like a pig slaughtering, and his right arm was bruised and swollen, and he was obviously severely injured.

"Li Lingyang, let me go, otherwise I will teach you a good look!"

Shang Zirong's face turned red and she shouted loudly.

The young man didn't care and just smiled and said, "This guy dared to stare at me with his eyes. I just taught him a lesson. If you want me to let me release others, you can, unless Miss Shang calls me "Love Brother" in public."

After saying that, he burst into laughter.

The men behind him also looked at Shang Zirong with a proud expression, and their eyes were unscrupulous, comparing her with the brothel girl he visited last night, and swallowing her saliva.

Shang Zirong had never suffered such humiliation and cursed: "Then why are you doing stomping on his hands?"

Li Lingyang hummed, changed his target, and stepped hard on the left leg of the man in short clothes. Amid the screams, the latter's left leg made a cracking sound, and the bones were obviously broken a few pieces, and the blood spread out, dyeing the bluestone slabs red.

The people around were watching the fun were so scared that their faces were pale and they retreated far away. But there were still some bold people along the street watching through the windows.

The Eastern Zhou Dynasty always paid attention to the rule of law, and even experts in the martial arts world could not hurt people in the streets.

But the so-called "the upper part has policies and the lower part has countermeasures". In addition, the thirty-two roads in the East Zhou Dynasty, each with the control of the military governors. All officials were appointed and removed from their hands, resulting in the formation of China.

As a small county town on Weiyu Road, Hongri City has high mountains and the emperor is far away, and the county magistrate is almost the local emperor.

As the largest gang in the local area, the Tiger Gang not only has many fierce people, but also has the relationship of the government. He is simply rampant in Hongri City and no one dares to provoke it.

Who doesn’t know that Li Lingyang is the young leader of the Tiger Gang. What is the thigh of a disabled man in the street? Even if he reports to the constable, it’s just a formality.

Shang Zirong's eyes were red and she held her slender hands hard.

She never expected that she would come here to investigate the situation and want to find a profitable business, she would meet Li Lingyang, the little bully.

The man with broken legs was one of her most loyal brothers, but she could only watch him being beaten and was powerless. Thinking of his father, he was very likely to die at the hands of the Tiger Gang, and new and old hatreds surged into his heart, making Shang Zirong's delicate body tremble.

Behind Shang Zirong, more than a dozen Mo Zhu Gang members dared not speak out. There were also some people whose eyes were flashing, and they didn't know what they were trying to make.

In the crowd, some people from other sects shook their heads secretly.

Today, the Tiger Gang has far more people than the Mozhu Gang. And behind Li Lingyang, there are several famous madmen standing there, with first-class killing skills.

If the Mozhu Gang fights hard, the Mozhu Gang will never end well. The government will do things based on money, so how could it stand on the side of the Mozhu Gang? Now the only plan is Shang Zirong bows her head in public.

But in that case, the Mo Zhu Gang was really embarrassed to go to grandma's house.

"Whether to scream or not, I will trash his other leg."

Li Lingyang's cruel smile made his handsome face look a little stern. He slowly moved his left foot away and put it on the left shoulder of the man in short clothes.

Facing the mockery, pity, or cold eyes, Shang Zirong's face turned blue and white, her fists were clenched, and her whole body seemed to be exhausted.

There was no way forward and retreat. Shang Zirong saw the joke in the other party's eyes, and realized it in her heart, and was about to fight to the death.

Unexpectedly, a figure rushed into the crowd, took her step faster, and used her arms as a sword, and quickly stabbed Li Lingyang in the chest.

A sudden change occurred, Li Lingyang hurriedly swung his fist to resist.

With a bang, he burst into tears in pain and staggered back with his feet. Fortunately, he was supported by the dog legs behind him, so he did not make a fool of himself. When he stood still, the man with broken arms under his feet had already been picked up by another person and brought back to the opposite camp.

The gang leader and senior brother's call came out in his ears. Li Lingyang immediately knew that the young man in front of him who was directly decorated with green cloth and patched clothes was Zhuo Mufeng, the new gang leader of the Mozhu Gang.

Thinking of his embarrassed look just now, Li Lingyang was very angry and said, "What a real gentleman, he is just a villain who is good at sneak attacks. The person surnamed Zhuo, how offended me by your helper. If you don't give me an explanation today, no one of you will leave."

With a wave of his hand, the tiger gang behind him immediately fucked the swords, guns and sticks, and would pounce on him at any time.

"Senior brother, let's run."

Shang Zirong held the man in short clothes with her own hands and said pitifully, and the courage she had just passed away.

Zhuo Mufeng wanted to run away, but there were people around him, so how could he run away? He didn't want to become the laughing stock of the whole city just as soon as he became the leader of the gang.

Besides, Zhuo Mufeng is not a good man and a trustworthy woman. No matter how Shang Zirong is, she is also his junior sister. No matter how she bullies herself, no one can imagine it.

There is also the injured man who doesn’t seek justice for him. In the future, I’m afraid anyone will think that the Mozhu Gang is a soft persimmon that can be controlled at will.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Mufeng's blood flowed faster and slowly pulled out the sword on his waist, saying, "Since Zhuo is the leader of a gang, he should seek justice for the gang members. No matter who the opponent is or how strong he is, the Mozhu Gang should not be deceived!"

He walked forward step by step, and his tall figure pulled a long way under the sunset.

Shang Zirong looked at his back with a bright look in her eyes.

The man with a broken arm bone also had a sore nose and a heart full of emotion.

That's the young leader of the Tiger Gang. It's too late for others to hide. The leader of the Zhuo Gang is willing to take the initiative to meet him for his own sake.

"Hahaha, it's ridiculous. If you can't bully me a Mozhu Gang, what can you do? Wu Long, give me a hand to use his sword, and reward him with three taels of silver."

Li Lingyang laughed disdainfully.

The middle-aged man with scars on his face and a solid figure suddenly became excited when he heard this, holding a Park Knife in his hand, and walked towards Zhuo Mufeng with a grim smile.

"No, it's Pili Tiger, one of the three tigers. This man is extremely fierce. He is a fourth-level warrior of the Vajra. He once repelled Qian Tong from the Mozhu Gang in three moves."

Someone screamed and recognized Wu Long's identity.

"Hasn't Zhuo Mufeng defeated Qian Tong with one sword?"

"You don't understand. Now many people say that Qian Tong was in a bad condition that night and was not normal at all, so he was taken over by Zhuo Mufeng."

As the core combat power of the Tiger Gang, Wu Long certainly knew what was going on that night, so he was not afraid of Zhuo Mufeng at all, but he would not underestimate the enemy. His strength was condensed little by little, like a tiger about to explode.

Zhuo Mufeng immediately knew that this was a strong enemy. But he had no way out. If he could not win happily, he and the Mozhu Gang would become the laughing stock of others.

The brave one wins when we meet on a narrow road!

Zhuo Mufeng cherishes his life, but if he has no choice, he will have the courage to fight desperately. He just happens to use the other party to try his own swordsmanship.

Shang Zirong in the rear was so nervous that her heart was about to stop, afraid that her senior brother would make a mistake. The dozen gang members around her were all focused on the scene.

In sharp contrast to this, the Tiger Gang members on the opposite side were all with a look of watching the show.

The sunset in the sky is coming again.

The momentum of both sides was tense to the extreme, and the next moment, they rushed towards their opponents at the same time.

Halfway through, Zhuo Mufeng suddenly slanted his sword slightly. The sunset light passed by, and suddenly shattered Wu Long's eyes. He shouted that something was wrong, and he quickly slashed out with all his strength, causing a sound of breaking the wind.

But Zhuo Mufeng's sword was faster, rubbing the blade lightly, lifting his elbow gently, and provoking the sword from bottom to top from Wu Long's right side.

Swish!

Blood splashed in the long street, Wu Long groaned in a low voice, his movements slowed down half a beat. Zhuo Mufeng took the opportunity to kick the opponent's huge body away.
Chapter completed!