Elderly Martial Saint: Sixty Times the Cultivation Speed ​​at the Start

Two days later, at the headquarters of the Three Lakes Gang in White Fish City.

At this moment, white banners were hung at the main gate of the luxurious courtyard.

This is the funeral of gang leader Chen Tao.

The funeral was rather shabby; even the paper-making shop only made three sets of paper figures and horses. Chen Tao, who used to have such a grand entourage, couldn't even have a proper mourning hall after his death.

the reason is simple.

Almost all the people in the gang who could make decisions are dead.

The gang leader, Chen Tao, the deputy leader, Qian Yue, and twenty-two elite members, some of whom were leaders of various branches or deacons within the gang, have all returned.

The rest were just small-time managers who collected rent from the shops. They were used to bowing and scraping to each other, and even after three meetings, they couldn't reach a decision on who should be in charge.

In the end, it was Chen Tao's concubine who slammed her hand on the table.

"The person is dead, so let's handle the funeral first. We can talk about everything else after the burial!"

And so the funeral was held in a very rushed manner.

The current leaders of the Sanhu Gang have all agreed to not send out invitations, not notify any forces in the city, and simply burn the people down behind closed doors.

Keep a low profile if you can; nobody wants to cause trouble at this critical juncture, since other forces aren't exactly benevolent.

It's a pity that God didn't want it.

On the second day after the funeral, before the incense in the main courtyard of the Sanhu Gang had even finished burning, the gate was kicked open from the outside.

Leng Sheng of the Green Snake Gang walked in with twelve men.

He was in his early thirties, with high cheekbones and brow bones pressing down on his eye sockets. When he walked, his shoulders didn't move, and his whole body swayed forward. He didn't look like a kind person.

This person had previously been in charge of the meeting with Yi Yang.

He was the head of the Green Snake Gang and also its chief steward. He was at the sixth level of Qi and Blood, and his reputation in the city wasn't good. However, he had a large number of brothers who were willing to risk their lives under his command, and with the Green Snake Gang behind him, no one dared to provoke him.

"What brings you here, sir?"

Upon seeing that the person who came was this ruthless man, a minor leader of the Sanhu Gang surnamed Liu blocked the doorway and asked with a fearful expression.

Looking at the cowardly leader before him, Leng Sheng smiled slightly. He hadn't expected the once-powerful Sanhu Gang to end up like this. He said coldly:

"To offer condolences."

None of his men behind him were dressed in white mourning clothes, and they all had knives at their waists, making a clanging sound as they walked.

These people clearly came with ill intentions.

"No invitations, no outside guests."

Despite being terrified, the leader, Liu, blocked them by placing his hands across his chest.

Seeing that the other party was blocking him, Leng Sheng didn't say anything and ignored them.

He didn't stop walking and walked right past the man who was being aggressive.

As he passed the leader, he grabbed the man by the neck and threw him far away.

"bump!"

The gatekeeper had already fainted.

At this moment, Leng Sheng walked in.

The twelve men behind him filed in, clearly aware that they were there to cause trouble.

Hearing the commotion, members of the Sanhu Gang gathered from all directions in the courtyard.

There are still forty or fifty people left in the gang, but they are all at the third or fourth level of Qi and Blood, with the highest cultivation level being only at the fifth level of Qi and Blood.

There were quite a few of them, but none of them dared to make the first move against the twelve men brought by Leng Sheng.

Leng Sheng walked straight to the front of the mourning hall and stopped.

Chen Tao's memorial tablet was placed in the center, with white candles lit on both sides.

Leng Sheng glanced at it twice and let out a soft sound that was hard to tell whether it was a sigh or a sneer.

"Chief Chen had a past grudge against our Green Snake Gang before his death."

He turned to face the Sanhu Gang members who had surrounded him, his hands in his sleeves, and spoke casually, seemingly unconcerned about the flaws in his words:

"Five hundred and thirty-six thousand taels. We were too embarrassed to press him for repayment when he was alive, but now that he's dead, someone has to pay it back, right?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang San, an impulsive low-ranking member of the Sanhu Gang, pushed his way to the front, his face flushed red, and questioned:

"What old debt? This money was never mentioned when the gang leader was around!"

"Besides, 530,000 taels of silver? Where would our gang possibly have that much money?"

Just because it hasn't been mentioned doesn't mean it hasn't happened.

Leng Sheng pulled a piece of paper from his sleeve, unfolded it, and waved it, saying, "The IOU is here, signed and sealed. Do you want to take a look?"

The members of the Sanhu Gang looked at each other in bewilderment.

There were indeed words on the paper, but they were too far away to see clearly.

Several people tried to get a closer look, but Leng Sheng had already taken the paper back.

"Thirty-six thousand taels, delivered to the Green Snake Gang headquarters within three days."

He folded the paper and stuffed it back into his sleeve, saying, "If we can't gather enough, we'll use the shop as collateral. The three docks in the south of the city will be just about right."

"You're robbing me!" Zhang San shouted.

Seeing that someone still dared to question him, Leng Sheng turned to look at him.

"I'm here to collect debts."

"Our gang leader's body is barely cold, and you're already coming to our door demanding repayment?"

The underling, Zhang San, spoke with his chest heaving and his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

Leng Sheng tilted his head and looked at him, asking:

"Do you have your gang leader's remains...?"

These words are extremely vicious.

Chen Tao's body sank to the bottom of Bailongze and could not be retrieved.

The coffin in the mourning hall was empty, stuffed with an old garment to make it look presentable. Leng Sheng's words were tantamount to tearing away the last shred of dignity from the Sanhu Gang and trampling it underfoot.

Liu, the leader, finally couldn't hold back and threw a punch.

Leng Sheng stepped aside and slapped him on the back of the head with his backhand.

Chief Liu stumbled forward two steps and fell onto the mourning table. Two white candles fell over, and wax spilled all over the table.

"Someone's being attacked! Brothers, get them!"

The scene immediately descended into chaos.

Forty or fifty members of the Sanhu Gang swarmed forward, but Leng Sheng's men were prepared; some drew their swords, others swung their clubs.

The tables and chairs in the mourning hall were broken and scattered all over the floor. The white banners were torn down and trampled underfoot. Chen Tao's memorial tablet rolled off the table and onto the ground, chipping off a corner.

Before an incense stick could burn.

The Sanhu gang members were all lying down in the courtyard.

More than a dozen people died, and most of the survivors were seriously injured.

Leng Sheng stood in the center of the chaotic mourning hall, a drop of blood on his sleeve. He flicked it off disdainfully and said:

"search."

The people behind him dispersed. They ransacked the place, lifted floorboards, and pried open the locks of the storeroom.

The remaining members of the Sanhu Gang huddled in the corner, not daring to utter a sound, watching helplessly as the other side carried away all the gang's silver reserves, medicinal herbs, and several valuable weapons.

After searching, Leng Sheng dusted off his hands.

"Remember to send over the land deed for the South City Wharf in three days."

After saying that, he left with his men.

The remaining people looked at the empty coffin, knelt on the ground, and couldn't even cry.

No one noticed that, taking advantage of the chaos, Zhang San, the one who had spoken up earlier, got up from the ground and went outside. Seeing Leng Sheng come out, he asked:

"Sir, didn't I do a good job?"

……

the same day.

Baiyu City North Market Entrance.

The Wei family's steward, accompanied by more than a dozen men, swaggered into the "Tongyuan Rice Shop," owned by the Sanhu Gang. In less than half an hour, the shop's signboard was taken down and replaced with the Wei family's logo.

South of the city ferry crossing.

The people sent by the Mo family spent the whole morning handing over the work with the former manager of the Three Lakes Gang who collected rent. Finally, the manager pressed his fingerprint on a document. His fingers were trembling as he pressed his fingerprint because two Mo family guards at the Inner Qi Realm were standing next to him.

West of the city, the medicinal herb street.

The people from the White Fish Merchant Guild were the most civilized. They arrived with gift boxes, spoke politely, and signed respectable contracts. However, the Three Lakes Gang couldn't understand the terms of the contract at all. By the time they figured out the intricacies, the shop no longer belonged to the Chen family.

These people move incredibly fast.

It was as if they had planned it all along; each family was eyeing their own piece of meat, keeping to themselves and not interfering with each other.

However, the ideal situation is for the two to keep to themselves.

There's an alley in the east of the city that both the Wei family and the Green Snake Gang claim as their own.

The two groups clashed, first exchanging insults, then fighting. After a quarter of an hour, the Wei family retreated, but three members of the Green Snake Gang had their legs broken.

The situation at the South City Wharf was even more chaotic. The Mo family's boats and the Shallow Water Gang's boats were fighting for berths, and one of them nearly capsized.

Baiyu City has been in complete chaos these past two days, with people cursing, fighting, and smashing shops everywhere.

Ordinary people walking down the street might suddenly see two groups of people wielding weapons in an alley.

In the chaos, two Sky Patrol officers in gray uniforms were caught up in the incident while on routine patrol in the south of the city.

The Green Snake Gang members were moving goods from a warehouse belonging to the Three Lakes Gang, while the leader was punching and kicking an old man.

Two guards, disgusted by the way they were punching and kicking the old man guarding the gate, stepped forward to stop them.

"Stop! He's about to die!"

The leader of the Green Snake Gang was a minor leader named Han San, who possessed four levels of Qi and Blood and had a violent temper.

He was kicking the ungrateful old gatekeeper with great enthusiasm when he heard someone come up to stop him. Without even looking up, he said:

"roll."

Upon seeing this, the two guards drew their knives, intending to save the old man.

But the next moment, one guard was slapped, and another was kicked from behind, falling to the ground with his mouth full of mud.

"How dare those dogs from the Sky Patrol interfere in my business?"

Han San clapped his hands and said disdainfully, "Your old director is almost dead himself, and he still has the mind to care about others? Go back and tell him to take care of himself first."