The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

The battle that night was too intense. Jiang Ning had been fighting with those twenty-odd people with this sword and had used it to parry their attacks many times. This high intensity of resistance to blows greatly shortened the lifespan of the originally sharp and hard sword.

The tip of the sword was dulled in one place. This was caused by Jiang Ning using too much force when he was attacked from behind, which broke the weapons of the two men who were trying to ambush him.

Many of the nicks on the blade were left by the men wielding broadswords during their duels. Several of these nicks were even left when Jiang Ning used his curved sword to strike the leader three times, each strike powerful, and the leader parried with his sword.

It can be said that Jiang Ning also contributed his share to the scrapping of this sword.

But there was nothing he could do. The battle at that time left no room for thought, and he had no room to hold back. If he hadn't used his full strength because he cherished his weapon, he would have been gone before this sword.

Looks like I'll have to get a new sword when I get back.

Jiang Ning thought to himself.

His previous sword lasted for more than ten years before it was worn out, mainly because he started using it more frequently after he began traveling down the mountain, but it still lasted for two years.

Jiang Ning had originally envisioned that the sword in his hand would last for a very long time, at least six or seven years, if not more than ten years. He never expected that it wouldn't even last three months.

Jiang Ning could imagine the bewildered look on Yue Buqun's face when he saw the sword after they returned this time.

Boom boom boom!

A knock came at the door.

"My benefactor."

The girl's voice came from outside.

"Please come in."

Jiangning Road.

The girl pushed open the door and walked in, followed by an old man, her father.

"Son."

The old man greeted Jiang Ning with a greeting upon seeing him.

Once you've met someone, you're familiar with them; the second time you meet them, you become more familiar. When the old man saw Jiang Ning again, he no longer called him a great hero.

After exchanging greetings, the old man said, "I heard from Xiaoyun that you want to know about the little beggars on the street, is that right?"

Jiang Ning nodded: "Mm."

The old man looked at him seriously and said, "Young master, I am very grateful to you for saving my daughter, but the power behind those little beggars is not simple. You are just an outsider, and there is no need for you to get involved in this mess."

Jiang Ning raised an eyebrow: "Is the force behind them the Green Gang you mentioned?"

The old man said with a bitter expression, "That's right."

Jiang Ning laughed: "How is it not simple? Tell me, I'm quite curious about just how murky the waters are here."

"Hey."

Seeing his reaction, the old man knew he couldn't persuade him otherwise, so he said, "The Green Gang is a gang in our area."

Like most gangs, they collect protection money and run rampant here. Their members commit rape, robbery, and all sorts of evil deeds.

Besides these, they also run their own businesses, just like the little beggar Jiang Ning saw on the street.

The old man said, "Young master, you must have seen some beggars on the street, right? Some of those beggars are children. They are all controlled by the Green Gang and forced to beg on the street. Most of the people here know this, but we dare not interfere. Some people tried to interfere before, but they all died."

Jiang Ning raised an eyebrow upon hearing this: "Doesn't the Qingcheng Sect care about these things?"

Before he came to Sichuan, this area was the territory of the Qingcheng Sect.

The old man shook his head: "I don't know. Anyway, the Green Gang is fine so far. But I heard a rumor that the Green Gang seems to be protected by a powerful force in the underworld, so no one dares to interfere with them."

Jiang Ning asked curiously, "Power? What power?"

The old man frowned and pondered: "It seems to be called the Japanese religion."

Jiang Ning raised an eyebrow: "The Sun Moon Sect?"

(PS: I'm having writer's block, guys. I'll take a day off tomorrow so I can work on figuring out the next part of the story.)

I wonder if you, dear readers, were satisfied with the fight scenes in the previous chapters? To avoid the fight details becoming empty descriptions that only list the moves without any detailed execution, I've been cramming on martial arts knowledge these past few days and watching a ton of martial arts films. I found one that's really good, and I recommend everyone watch "Wolf Warrior." Wu Jing's final fight against a hundred opponents was absolutely amazing!

Chapter 141: "The Big Fat Sheep"

"Yes, yes, yes."

The old man nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Ning narrowed his eyes slightly upon hearing this, but remained silent.

For some reason, the old man suddenly felt a chill around him, but then the chill disappeared.

How many people are in this Green Gang?

Jiang Ning suddenly asked.

Upon hearing this, the old man frowned and pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't know, but there should be more than a hundred."

Jiang Ning nodded and then asked, "Where do they usually live?"

The old man looked up in surprise and saw Jiang Ning's eyes.

Jiang Ning's words clearly indicated that he was going to come and cause trouble.

The old man carefully observed the expression on Jiang Ning's face and asked, "Are you really going to get involved?"

Jiang Ning remained silent.

You really can't go.

Seeing his reaction, the old man became agitated: "There are many of them, and many of them know kung fu. I heard them say that their gang leader and hall master are very skilled in martial arts. Many of our people have been killed by them."

Xiaoyun looked terrified after hearing this.

Perhaps the Green Gang left too deep a shadow on them.

Seeing the old man's expression, Jiang Ning couldn't help but laugh: "I'm just curious, so I'm asking."

Hearing Jiang Ning say this, the old man was slightly relieved and then said, "I don't know where their main branch is, but I do know that they have a gambling den on Qingqi Road that is their territory."

"Last year, my neighbor, Old Gao, who sells fish next door, had a younger brother who went to that place to gamble and got a lot of debt. Then, their family property was taken away by the Green Gang, and Old Gao's younger brother even had a few fingers cut off. After that, Old Gao and his brother disappeared."

Jiang Ning remained expressionless upon hearing this and asked again, "Where is Qingqi Road?"

Without hesitation, the old man said, "Go out the door, turn left and walk to the end, then turn right, cross a street, turn left again, and then turn right again, and you'll reach Qingqi Road."

Jiang Ning asked, "What's the name of their gambling den?"

"Judefang".

Jiang Ning nodded thoughtfully and said, "I understand."

Having finished speaking, the old man and his daughter prepared to leave, but before leaving, he specifically reminded Jiang Ning not to take any risks.

They also loathe these people, but they can't change them and have no ability to change them. They can only silently endure it. When someone is willing to stand up for them, some people are very grateful, while others will mock them. But there are also people like the old man who advise people not to take risks.

Jiang Ning knew the old man meant well, but he still planned to do it because he didn't like it and felt it shouldn't be done this way.

Boom boom boom!

A knock sounded at the door, and the waiter came in carrying a basin of water.

"Here's your water, sir."

The waiter placed the basin on the table and left.

Jiang Ning stood up, unbuttoned his clothes and the strips of cloth wrapped around his body, and began to clean his wounds.

After a while.

Jiang Ning changed his clothes and took a short sword out of his bag and put it in his pocket.

He found this short sword among the corpses; most of their weapons were unsuitable for Jiang Ning and were of poor quality.

Moreover, the weapons had all been damaged to some extent during the previous battles, so there was no need to take them. Only this short sword was still quite hard and sharp. Its owner had died early, and the weapon had not been damaged too much, so it could be used temporarily.

After taking out his short sword, Jiang Ning thought for a moment and then took out some silver from his bag.

He plans to go to that gambling den tonight to take a look.

After dinner, Jiang Ning prepared to go out.

"Oh, sir, are you going out so late?"

The waiter who was cleaning the lobby floor saw Jiang Ning coming down from upstairs and asked him in surprise.

"Yeah, let's go for a walk."

Jiang Ning nodded.

The waiter advised, "Sir, it's almost curfew time, and it's not safe outside. Why don't you go out during the day tomorrow?"

It is currently the hour of You (5-7 PM). After the hour of Xu (7-9 PM), a curfew will be imposed, and people will be prohibited from going out.

In ancient times, a curfew system was implemented, prohibiting people from going out at night. One reason was that it was too dark at night, making it inconvenient to travel, but the main reason was to maintain social order and stability.

If the authorities find people loitering on the streets after the curfew, they will be fined or imprisoned.

However, this curfew only applied to ordinary people and had no effect on the sons of high-ranking officials. Even if they were seen on the streets after the curfew, the officials dared not interfere.

However, the world is becoming increasingly chaotic, and this curfew is losing its authority. Some bolder people even dare to walk on the streets after the curfew begins.

Jiang Ning smiled and said, "It's alright, I'll be back soon."

The waiter thought for a moment and said, "Then please go and come back soon, sir. I'll wait for you here. If you come back, just knock on the door and I'll open it for you."

Jiang Ning smiled and said, "Thank you for your trouble."

"Hi."

The waiter waved his hand and said, "It's nothing."

After leaving the inn, Jiang Ning turned left and followed the direction the old man had given him onto the main street.

The sky is now darkening, and there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road. Watchmen are already striking their gongs and ringing the drums.

"The weather is dry, so be careful with fire."

Bang!