Zuo Zhicheng ran all the way, and on the way, he wrapped the fainting Blood Rakshasa and his junior brother in his coat. He saved the blood dripping on the ground.

Of course, they were not dead, but they were beaten to the point of dying by Zuo Zhicheng. I don’t know how much information could be found for these two excellent living people, so how could Zuo Zhicheng beat them to death at will. He just made the people in the martial arts hall feel that they were dead.

So he moved forward quickly, and after throwing away the last few stalkers, he came to the abandoned courtyard.

Pushing open the large water tank on the ground and then opening the chains on the iron door, Zuo Zhicheng and the two of them slowly sank into the darkness.

After detaining and bandaging the two of them for emergency, Zuo Zhicheng quickly took off his disguise and ran towards the Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall.

Before I got close, I saw where there were already brightly lit people, surrounded by people.

Some people were constantly taken to the clinic on stretchers, and some people were also directly sent to the coffin. More than a dozen doctors were called over overnight and began to treat the injured.

Zuo Zhicheng squeezed into the crowd bit by bit and came to the practice field of the martial arts hall.

I saw a cloud of sorrow. Among the corpses on the ground, the girl in white was squatting on the ground, constantly looking through the corpses on the ground.

The thick plasma and broken corpses can be seen that every time the girl turns over the body, she endures discomfort, making her face look pale like a piece of paper, making people feel distressed.

Zuo Zhicheng was stunned for a moment before walking silently to the girl. The girl raised her head, and tears were still rippling in her eyes. Her hands soaked in blood hugged Zuo Zhicheng tightly.

Then she suddenly pushed Zuo Zhicheng away, punching him hard on Zuo Zhicheng's chest.

"Who made you stand out!"

"Martial arts are so weak, why are you still blocking the outside!"

"Why are you so stupid!"

After a punch and kick, the girl stopped panting, but saw Zuo Zhicheng's face turned blue and his brows frowned, and immediately panicked and said anxiously: "What's wrong with you? Are you injured? Then why don't you tell me if I hit you?"

Seeing the other party smiling pale and crying anxiously, Zuo Zhicheng breathed out: "It's okay, it seems that he broke several ribs just now."

"What's going on? Was he beaten by the Blood Rakshasa?"

Zuo Zhicheng shook his head: "After you hid in the bed, I stayed outside. Later, the Blood Rakshasa came. I thought we were dead and wanted to rush out to lead her away. But suddenly a man wearing a mask appeared and rescued me."

"But when he pushed me away in the end, I was kicked out by the Blood Rakshasa and I woke up now." Speaking of this, he smiled bitterly and touched his ribs: "Fortunately, I just broke a few bones, which is much better than these brothers on the ground."

"Then why didn't you go to the clinic first?" Jiang Qing nodded, pulled Zuo Zhicheng's palm and walked out the door: "It's dangerous to have a broken rib! If it's not easy to pierce the internal organs, you will die. Why are you running around?"

"Doctor! Doctor! We have a wounded person here!"

Zuo Zhicheng looked at the girl who was busy by his side, and looked at the other person's anxious and nervous look, with a strange look in his eyes.

I don’t know how many times I encountered this level of injury in my previous life. Sometimes I hid in a house to recuperate, sometimes I fled and bandaged my wounds while escaping in the mountains and forests, and I was sent to a top operating room for treatment, but more often, I just hid in the dark and licked my own wounds silently.

‘We are butchers, scumbags, and devils on earth.’

‘We don’t need feelings, that’s just a flaw, we don’t need friends, that’s just a burden.’

The scenes of the previous life still seemed to echo in front of Zuo Zhicheng's eyes.

But this time, someone looked at him with concern, complained about him, and wanted to take care of him.

Jiang Qing turned her head, looked at Zuo Zhicheng's strange eyes, and touched her face: "What's wrong, are you hurting somewhere? Are there any other places injured?"

"No." Zuo Zhicheng shook his head.

‘How about killing her, you can lose one flaw.’

Although he thought about this, Zuo Zhicheng naturally did not kill Jiang Qing in the end, so his life seemed to have a flaw that he thought he had.

As for the death of the Blood Rakshasa, it also brought a huge storm to the entire New Land Port. After this incident, the Hailong Gang was completely depressed and withdrew from more than 70% of the territory.

The Baijiahui, which had been suppressed, has become the strongest gang in Xinlu Port.

As for the eighteen martial arts schools in Xinlu, a total of 36 people were killed in this battle. After the grand funeral, the Xinlu Wushu Association was established. It became the only force in the entire Xinlu Port that can compete with the Baijiahui in terms of force.

Of course, the entire storm and ups and downs have nothing to do with Zuo Zhicheng.

...

Els is a mixed-race child, in the dark, his eyelids feel heavy, and his hands and feet seem to be tied up.

The feeling of drowsiness, I don't know how long it lasted, Els felt that he had woken up, seemed to have been fed food, and there was a strange smell, but this state of waking up would not last long, and he would soon fall asleep again.

I don't know how long it took for Els to wake up from his chaotic coma. He opened his eyes, but found dazzling light everywhere.

After a while, his eyes adapted to the stimulation of light.

It seemed like a basement, but more than ten oil lamps shone it through. He was tied to a chair, and his binding technique was very sophisticated, and there was no room for struggle for him. His original injuries were all bandaged.

Directly opposite him was a huge laboratory bench filled with various bottles and jars, as well as some strange-looking liquids and solids.

'It was like the alchemy room of those Taoist priests.' Els thought to himself. But the bottles and jars were placed very neatly, and there was a note on each bottle, with a strange text on it that Els had never seen before.

If there is an earthling here, you will understand it. What is written there is alum, aluminum hydroxide, methane, etc.

On the left side of Els is a huge cabinet, where you can see more than a dozen black coats of the same style.

In short, the whole room gave Els a clean and tidy feeling, and everything seemed to be arranged according to the category. It seemed that the owner of the room was a very picky and strict person.

‘Ghost Fist?’ Els had already remembered that he must have been defeated and captured by Ghost Fist. At this moment, he suddenly heard a whimpering female voice from behind him, and he was excited: “Senior Sister? Are you, Senior Sister?”

At this moment, a sound of ground impact and chain friction came from the passage in the basement, followed by a series of footsteps, and a tall man slowly walked to Els.

Looking at the white mask, Els struggled violently: "Ghost Fist! Do you know that I am from Hell Gate? They will not let you go. They will come here, catch you, and kill you! Not only you, every friend, your relative, and your lover will be killed by us!"

Zuo Zhicheng ignored him and just took off his disguise one by one, collected his hair again into a cloth bag, put the cloth pad back into the cabinet, and the coat was stained with blood, which was thrown into the iron gate, ready to burn it.

He just used his Ghost Fist identity to monitor the recent situation in New Land Port.

No matter how Els scolded him, he did not answer. He just put the things one by one, just like a robot.

When he saw Zuo Zhicheng's true face, Els looked surprised, and behind him, the female voice started to whine even more excitedly.
Chapter completed!