From the time travel, I became extraordinary

Chapter 224 Progress
After receiving a call from Bingzai, Jiang Yao came here just to see what the guy who set fire to his printing factory looked like.

Now, people have seen that he is just an ordinary gangster, without any special powers.

Such a person is just a small fry, who is merely being ordered around, and cannot be the real mastermind behind all this.

The young man nicknamed Mountain Dog, who was beaten beyond recognition by the soldiers, confessed everything he could.

Unfortunately, what he knew was very limited. Apart from knowing that their group was led by that handsome guy Dong, he knew nothing about the big boss behind them.

After chatting with the soldier for a few words, Jiang Yao got on his motorcycle and prepared to leave.

"Uncle Yao, what should we do with this guy?" Pointing at the mountain dog on the ground, Bingzai asked with a smile.

"You even brought a concrete mixer truck here, so haven't you already thought of how to deal with this guy?" Jiang Yao responded unhappily as he picked up his helmet and prepared to put it on.

"Boss, I know I was wrong!"

"Boss, I have already told you the news about the handsome Dong Datoujian and others. Please let me go!"

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Covered in wounds and with both legs almost gone, Coyote lay on the ground, groaning constantly. His elbows could not even support his body, and he no longer had the strength to kowtow.

But at this moment, he seemed to know that he had reached the best moment of his life. He seemed to be hysterical. He wailed wildly and begged for mercy again and again.

"Because of the fire you set, five people died in my printing factory. If I spare you, who will spare them?" Jiang Yao sneered with a blank expression.

He put on his helmet, started the car, and sped away.

"You also set fire to the factory, causing me to lose so much money. I said I would turn you guys into cement blocks and use them to fill the sea. Do you think I'm kidding?"

Walking up to the mountain dog, the soldier kicked him again.

Then, he waved at his men and said, "Don't just stand there, get to work."

"After the work is done, the rich man will go and let everyone relax."

After giving a few instructions to Changmaosen and others, he walked to the parking lot a few dozen meters away, took out a cigarette and lit it for himself.

After all, what happened next on the concrete mixer truck might be a bit cruel, and he couldn't bear to watch it any longer.

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It was around eleven o'clock in the evening, in a mahjong parlor in Tsuen Wan.

"Self-drawn, all the same color, give me money, give me money!" Just like in the past, as soon as it got dark, Brother Dazhong came here.

He felt a two-card card in his hand and slapped it on the table happily.

"Are you kidding me? I have a pair of two bamboos and you have a single two bamboos. You can still draw by yourself. What kind of luck is this?"

"I mixed one color and also got two barrels. You are really good, Dazhong. With my luck, I can't beat you!"

"We're almost losing all our money, Dazhong. You always win with big cards. Are you going to give us a chance to win? It's the last round. If you still don't win, I'm leaving!"

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Several card players grumbled and complained.

Of course, despite the complaints, their brand character is still good and they pay money fairly and neatly.

"When luck comes, nothing can stop it."

"Sixth Brother, I've been losing money playing mahjong for more than half a month. I finally had a good time. Why are you hiding?"

"If you really lose all your money, I'll lend it to you. We brothers can fight tonight until dawn."

Brother Dazhong happily took the money handed over by several card-playing friends, smiling and joking.

Tsuen Wan Da Zhong Ge is just a name.

He is already in his forties and is no longer at the age where he dares to fight and kill.

After so many years in Laoxin, he hasn't made much of a name for himself. However, in recognition of the contributions he has made, the community gave him some properties to manage as an old man.

A small bar or a mahjong hall may not make a lot of money, but it is enough to use it for retirement.

Handsome Dong and Shan Gou are his younger brothers.

"Who is Dazhong?" The cards were shuffled and the square city had just been built. Dazhong picked up the dice, blew on it, and was about to throw it when a shout suddenly rang in his ears.

"It's me. Who's looking for me..." After a slight pause, Brother Dazhong turned around.

"Bang... bang... bang..." When he saw a strange man in a baseball cap looking at him, he felt that something was wrong and was too busy to react.

The man in the baseball cap had already pulled out a Black Star pistol and fired three shots at his chest.

"This..." Still a little confused, Dazhong looked down at his chest which was stained bright red. He could no longer sit still and fell off the chair, his body beginning to twitch.

“Ah…” “Murder…Murder…”

"Run, run quickly..." There were panicked screams everywhere, and the entire mahjong hall was in chaos.

The man who shot Dazhong blended into the crowd and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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In Sham Shui Po, in the house that kind-hearted Uncle Lin left for Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao had just finished practicing the first three moves of the Savage Dragon Fist to temper his skin and flesh. He took a deep breath, then slowly clenched his fist and stood up.

Generally speaking, in order to avoid disturbing nearby neighbors, he seldom practices the Wild Dragon Fist at night.

After leaving Bingzai, he found a late-night snack stall and ate a lot before returning home.

Just now, he practiced a little to help digestion, but did not really let go to practice the Wild Dragon Fist.

Name: Jiang Yao
Realm: 67% progress in corpse transformation, 58% progress in leather training
Skills: Tiger Evil Training, Wild Dragon Fist
Skills: Possession, dreaming, confusing the mind...

Disaster: None
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Taking a deep breath, Jiang Yao's gaze fell on his light curtain panel.

When he first started practicing the Wild Dragon Fist, his progress in the Skin Refining Stage was very fast, and with every day of hard practice, he could feel some obvious improvements in strength.

At that time, his cultivation progress could increase by two or three points a day, but now, after two or three days, it is difficult for him to make any progress.

In the past, he had guessed that the main reason why he was able to master the Wild Dragon Fist so quickly and his progress was displayed on the panel was because his body had been tempered and its strength was far superior to that of an ordinary person.

Just like when those gifted people practice martial arts, their training speed is much faster than that of ordinary people.

Nowadays, the reason why his cultivation speed has become so slow is probably because his previous accumulation has been consumed and has returned to normal speed.

Of course, the space in the house was too small, which made it difficult for him to practice, and this was definitely one of the reasons why his practice speed became so slow.

Once he buys the big villa and can practice the Wild Dragon Fist without any worries, his practice speed should be able to increase a little.

There has been little information on the sale of this kind of extremely expensive large villa. Although Jiang Yao has been paying attention to the news in this regard during this period, he has still gained nothing.

After wiping the sweat from his forehead, he walked into the kitchen, found some ginseng, washed it, and put a few bites into his mouth.

At the beginning, when he took these herbs, he could occasionally feel a slight heat in his stomach.

When he ate too much of this kind of thing, not only did he vomit some of it, but his body also seemed to have developed a certain degree of drug resistance.

No matter whether it was ginseng, Polygonum multiflorum, or Astragalus membranaceus, no matter how much he ate, it would only make him less hungry. He could no longer sense any heat or anything like that.

"If there is a chance, I should get some wild ginseng or Polygonum multiflorum of a certain age and try to see the effect of cultivation."

Jiang Yao sighed and muttered something with emotion.

Everyone knows that the medicinal properties of wild medicinal herbs are far stronger than those cultivated artificially, especially those wild medicinal herbs that are over a hundred years old. Their medicinal properties are even stronger than most people can imagine.

Eating those common herbs for cultivation only helps him save a little time so that he doesn't have to run out to restaurants all the time. In terms of effect, it's actually not much different from eating meat.

When he first started practicing the Wild Dragon Fist, his progress in training was quite good, and he could make do with these common artificially cultivated medicinal herbs.

His previous accumulations had been used up, and his current cultivation speed was so slow. In order to quickly reach 100% progress in the Leather Refining Realm, he naturally had to turn his attention to those high-year wild medicinal herbs.

There was not even a chair to sit on in the empty living room.

After returning to his room and lying on the bed to rest for a while, Jiang Yao's phone started ringing again.

"What's wrong? Bingzai?" He took out his cell phone and pressed the answer button directly.

"It's no big deal, Scar Liu and his friends, the job has been done!" The soldier responded on the phone.

Cell phones are easy to be monitored, so his words were somewhat obscure and he did not state it directly.

"Really? They are really efficient." Jiang Yao naturally understood what Bingzai wanted to express.

After all, it was he who gave the order for Scarlett Liu and his men to kill Dazhong from Tsuen Wan.

"Uncle Yao, a few of them want to see you." Soldier continued tentatively.

"Why would they see me? I'm a policeman and they are thieves. When they see me, they are not afraid that I will take them directly to the police station." Jiang Yao smiled with a strange look on his face.

Then, he continued with a smile and joked, "Those guys are willing to work for me, but they don't even know what I look like. I guess they are a little unwilling to accept this."

"Tell them not to worry. I will meet with them later."

"Well! I'll write back to us later!" Bingzai also laughed: "Before, although they followed me, they didn't know that we were related."

"I told them that when the boss gave them instructions to do something, they just stood there in a daze for a long time..."

(End of this chapter)