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The monkey turned around and looked at Han Ping'an in bewilderment.

The Black Tiger Gang offers pretty good benefits.

"I reckon the one who died wasn't an ordinary gang member; he was at least at the Bone Refining level. It's understandable that we bought him a coffin and buried him."

But anyway, it was quite unexpected.

Old Gu seemed quite interested, glancing around twice before stepping outside.

"You three stay here and watch, I'll go check things out."

Han Ping'an wasn't worried about being discovered. He watched as the Black Tiger Gang members carried the cloth-covered corpses straight to several coffin shops inside, clearly indicating they were simply there to buy coffins.

He walked to the door, looked up, and lo and behold, it was right in front of the Puma coffin shop.

Thinking of the jade coffin inside, which requires ten years of one's lifespan to forge, one can only guess that the Black Tiger Hall's leader would be qualified to lie in it after he dies.

Old Biao's wish to sell it is likely to be dashed.

  

but.

Given the astonishing size of that coffin, Old Biaozi probably just left it there to avoid attracting attention.

"Monkey, do you think the Snake Hand Gang and the Black Tiger Gang might really go to war?"

Thinking of Lin Gang's speculation last night, Han Ping'an's thoughts began to churn.

Lin Gang was, after all, a late-stage Bone Refinement martial artist in the Black Tiger Hall. Staying within the gang, his experience was far more direct than that of outsiders.

"It's hard to say."

The monkey frowned and said, "Although the two gangs have a history of friction and fighting, they each have their own territory, and they both have powerful backers."

Gangs without powerful backers are like fish on a chopping board, able to bully the lower classes but less than dogs when facing powerful families or government officials.

Han Ping'an, who had lived two lives, was not surprised at all by this.

Gu Ming crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame, saying calmly, "Guessing is useless. I'll go out and check things out these next couple of days."

"If the two sides were to completely break off relations and go to war, it might not be a good thing."

Han Ping'an raised an eyebrow: "Brother Ming, for a shop like ours, this should be a good thing, right?"

Gu Ming curled his lip: "What do you know? It's already not peaceful enough. If it really gets chaotic, all sorts of people will show up. The bold will get rich, and the timid will starve. Who knows if someone will target Zhengqi Street? Or even the general store?"

Upon hearing this, Han Ping'an immediately realized what was going on.

This is what Gu Ming is worried about.

It is indeed something we must be wary of.

Chaos presents many opportunities, but it also carries corresponding risks.

However, even if Old Gu isn't in the grocery store, the three of them alone are enough to ensure that any thief who dares to trespass will never return.

Sudden.

A chilling aura entered my nostrils.

Han Ping'an and Gu Ming glanced to their left at almost the same time.

Three figures quickly walked along the edge of the shop.

The monkey was slow to realize what was happening, its perception a beat too slow. Upon seeing it, its expression changed.

"Jiang Long".

"A general of the Snake Hand Gang."

"Shut up."

Gu Ming let out a low shout, his demeanor unpredictable.

The three arrived swiftly, their sharp eyes sweeping over them like lightning, their gazes filled with menacing intent.

Han Ping'an's eyes narrowed slightly. The person in the lead must be at the peak of Bone Refinement.

"Shut up, all of you! Anyone who dares to utter a sound will be skinned alive."

Jiang Long grinned maliciously and his figure flashed past.

Three figures quickly approached the Black Tiger Hall warriors in front of the coffin shop.

Han Ping'an's eye twitched.

The Black Tiger Gang members brought the corpses of their warriors here to buy coffins for burial. The Snake Hand Gang's elites suddenly appeared, and it was obvious what was about to happen.

Gu Ming suddenly murmured, "Look at the alley next to Old Li's shop across the street."

Han Pingan looked up and his pupils contracted.

In the gap between the houses next to Old Li's shop, several people were huddled in the shadow of the eaves.

The monkey swallowed hard: "That Jiang Long's strength is at the peak of Bone Refinement."

"To launch a surprise attack at this time, is this really going to be a war?"

If the Black Tiger Hall's surviving warriors are killed again today, it will be a blatant slap in the face, rubbing the Black Tiger Hall's face into the ground.

How to resolve this amicably?

Only through bloodshed.

Blood debts must be repaid in blood.

"It's none of our business, we can just watch the show." Han Ping'an's gaze was deep and mysterious. With a flick of his sleeve, three bloodwing insects quietly slipped into the shop and flew out from the backyard.

This is a great opportunity.

In the heat of battle, no one would notice the tiny bloodwing beetle.

They can drink blood to their heart's content.

This unexpected turn of events is a good thing.

He can drink the blood of martial artists; I wonder how much money he'll save on medicine.

"That person looks familiar."

"Who?"

"Damn it, Jiang Long."

"Jiang Long of the Snake Hand Gang".

Screams suddenly echoed throughout Zhengqi Street.

In an instant, a murderous aura filled the air.

Swish swish! !

Jiang Long and his two companions, no longer concealing themselves, leaped into the air, drew their long swords or fought bare-handed, and charged towards the Black Tiger Hall warriors with murderous intent.

Six or seven figures rushed out from between the shops across the street.

"Damn it, what's Jiang Long doing here?"

"Snake Hand Gang, do you want war?"

"Ah~~~"

The roar was drowned out by a piercing scream.

The Black Tiger Hall's first warrior was kicked away by Jiang Long, his blood splattering across the long street, and he fell silent upon landing.

A moment of deathly silence.

next moment.

The Black Tiger Hall warriors scattered in terror.

"Run!"

"Damn it, call for help!"

"Boss Wang, help me!"

"Ah~~~"

The leader of the Black Tiger Hall was also a Bone Refining expert, but only at the early stage.

Who would have thought that Snake Hand Gang would dare to launch a sneak attack on someone just to buy a coffin, especially in the heart of Black Tiger Hall's territory?

Upon hearing the name "Jiang Long," Boss Wang immediately rushed out of the back door of the coffin shop.

There were no snake-handed warriors to greet them, but there was a blood-winged beetle.

Caught off guard, he felt as if he had been pricked by a needle in the back of his neck. The next moment, his neck and head went numb, and he cried out in pain before collapsing to the ground.

The bloodwing beetle clung to its neck, greedily sucking its blood.

The screams outside stopped abruptly after only a few moments.

It was a completely one-sided massacre.

"There's one more here."

"Huh? Who went around to the back and killed him?"

A member of the Snake Hands Gang rushed out of the coffin shop's back door, saw Boss Wang's corpse on the ground, paused for a moment, muttered something, then stabbed the corpse again, rummaged around for a while, stuffed some silver into his pocket, picked it up, and turned back.

Most of the shops on Zhengqi Street had their doors closed, with people peering out.

Jiang Long and his men stood on the street, carrying knives, looking menacing.

"Throw all the corpses over here."

The Snake Hands gang sprang into action.

Seeing this, Han Ping'an was filled with suspicion: "What else does he plan to do with these corpses?"

Although Zhengqi Street is remote, it is Black Tiger Gang territory. Why would they kill someone and not run away?

"Damn it, are they going to go all out?"

Gu Ming seemed to have thought of something and suddenly cursed, "Damn it, in the end, the people on the street will have to clean it up... those bastards."

The corpses of more than a dozen Black Tiger Hall warriors, along with more than a dozen corpses that had been brought over to be buried, were piled up haphazardly in the middle of the street by Snake Hand Gang warriors.

Seeing this, Han Ping'an's pupils shrank, and he already guessed what these people were going to do.

"Chop them all down!"

"Chop it into as many pieces as possible, don't leave the Black Tiger Gang with a complete corpse."

Jiang Long grinned cruelly and kicked the head of the nearest corpse, smashing it open on the spot.

boom!

Its enormous head looks like a watermelon.

Bright red blood mixed with viscous juice splattered everywhere.

Several nearby Snake Hand Gang warriors were splattered with large amounts of red and white substances, but they didn't care at all. With ferocious expressions, they raised their swords and swung them down fiercely.