When Zhang Wu returned the nine-ring golden sword to the mansion in the north of the city, changed into Lao Jiu's appearance, and returned to the south of the city.
The battle between Demon-Suppressing King and Jianba has ended.
Zhang Wu originally wanted to kill the sword tyrant and cut off Liu Qing's arm.
It's a pity that if a super-class master wants to run away, there are no five times the same level of masters to surround him and force him into a corner, so it is basically impossible to stop him.
Looking at the empty street, he could only work hard to reap the benefits.
After wiping out everyone in Dahe's gang, he searched Jin Dahe's body. His efforts couldn't be in vain, right?
As a result, the attack was too harsh, and everything in Jin Dahe's arms was torn to pieces by the violent sword energy, leaving only a gold and copper key the size of an adult's palm.
According to common sense, such a big key can only be used to open the door of the treasure house.
Covering his face and using all his strength, Zhang Wu rushed toward the Dahe Gang's station as fast as he could.
The news of Jin Dahe's death has spread. After all, there are so many corpses lying on the street, the gang has no leader, and the Zhenfu Division has been provoked. The gang members at the bottom can only run away overnight, and they are in disarray.
When Zhang Wu arrived, the huge station was empty, and all valuables had been looted.
Even the gold-plated plaque of "Dahe Gang" on the entrance of the gang was removed by someone unknown.
Rushing all the way to the depths of the camp, there were still more than ten thieves searching for things, holding torches, and surrounding the gang warehouse unwilling to retreat.
This warehouse was built with a lot of money from Jin Dahe, and Zhang Wu had heard of it before.
The surface and underground are made of hard rocks, and the inside of the walls are tamped with cooked earth, forming a layer of extremely hard rammed earth. The four walls are one foot thick, making them comparable to war fortresses.
The library door is made of solid iron and is ten inches thick.
The door lock is built-in and embedded in the door.
If there is no key, a top-notch expert will only be able to look at the door and sigh.
Zhang Wu knocked out all ten people like a ghost, leaving only one triangular eye. The sinister-looking guy took out the key and signaled coldly:
"Go and open the door."
"you……"
The triangular eyes are horrified.
"What are you?"
Zhang Wu said impatiently:
"If you dare to say any more nonsense, you will die immediately."
The triangle-eyed man didn't dare to say anything. He could only walk towards the warehouse door with his whole body trembling, inserted the heavy gold and copper key into it, and clicked it.
"Buzz——"
As if the door of ancient times was opened, a cold breath rushed out from the crack in the door, making the triangle eyes tremble, and then... the head fell to the ground.
Zhang Wu did not enter rashly.
Instead, he picked up a torch and threw it into the warehouse through the crack in the door.
Looking through the firelight, more than a dozen tall shelves were covered with layers of gold bars, shining brightly.
There are many large wooden boxes against the wall, presumably containing silver ingots and gold and silver jewelry.
Zhang Wu put on his silver gloves and stuffed the crack of the door with a corpse with triangular eyes to prevent any hidden weapons from shooting out when he pushed the door open.
He pushed hard, but even with his strength, it felt a little difficult.
If you are an ordinary person, even if you have the key, you cannot push the door open.
After pushing the door crack to one meter wide, Zhang Wu still couldn't get in.
The dozen people who fainted on the ground were used as tools, and they were thrown into the warehouse one by one from different directions to test whether there were any traps.
It wasn't until he was sure that it was absolutely safe that Zhang Wu pushed the door open completely. The entire door was three meters wide.
In this way, even if someone suddenly closes the door after he enters the warehouse, he can definitely run out with his reaction speed. Zhang Wucai stepped on the triangular-eyed corpse as a skateboard and entered the warehouse.
He left the gold bars and the boxes untouched.
Opening the box is the most unsafe thing, as you are bound to get tricked.
Instead, he went straight to the middle of the warehouse, where there was a wooden table with many letters and brochures on it.
The gang's account books, records of bribes to the bosses, correspondence with the shadow guards, and...a thick stack of banknotes.
Zhang Wu picked it up and looked at it twice, three times... he couldn't move his eyes away.
A rough count shows that each piece is ten thousand taels, a total of thirty pieces.
“Get rich overnight!”
Someone was so happy that his mouth widened.
Zhang Wu put the banknote in his arms and left without touching anything else.
But suddenly, the light in the warehouse dimmed, and a majestic and tall figure blocked the warehouse door, carrying a wooden box behind him, staring at someone with tiger eyes and saying:
"Da Yin is hiding in the city, but there is a strong person like you in the south of the city?"
Zhang Wu ran wildly all the way, his blood boiling and his aura exposed, which could easily be sensed by other masters.
"The Demon-Suppressing King?"
Zhang Wu had heard Ma Liu mention this person before, so he immediately took off his mask, introduced himself to his family and said:
"Senior, Ma Liu is my uncle, and we are a family."
"Do you know Ma Liu?"
Shi Fumo released his breath, frowned and asked:
"How do you prove that?"
"Uncle Six should be here soon, why don't we wait for him somewhere else?"
Zhang Wu was very interested in this Heavenly King’s skills and eager to try them out:
"We can talk about your demon-suppressing golden body, senior, by the way. How about we share what we have?"
"What's your special skill?"
Shi Fu Mo didn't move away, still blocking the door.
His cloak had been torn off during the battle, he had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a bald head, and was as powerful as the Buddhist Dharma Protector Vajra.
Zhang Wu said:
"Me, I don't have any special skills, it's just the indestructible power of the Vajra."
If this demon-suppressing king could come to the south of the city to rescue Han Wanwan, he must have a close relationship with his sixth uncle. Zhang Wu is not afraid of exposing his magical skills.
The main ones are the Golden Body of Demon Subduing and the Indestructible Vajra, both of which came from Shaolin. It is possible that the two sides may have a great connection.
Sure enough, Shi Fumo's eyes flashed and he asked hastily:
"Are you the disciple of my senior brother Hu Tulong, the jailer of the Heavenly Prison?"
"You are the one my master often mentioned in prison...Junior Brother Fumo?"
Someone just said, "Junior Brother", Hu Tulong never mentioned it.
Shi Fumo asked in confusion:
"My nephew should be very young, why do you look so old?"
"Uncle Master, you came to the capital two years ago to protect me. With your relationship, I won't be blown up and fake my death. I will suffer big changes and become like this."
Zhang Wu shrugged, a little helpless.
Release the demon into silence.
The first reason he came to the capital was to find the most authentic descendant of the indestructible power of Vajra and make him recognize his ancestor.
The second is to find the widow of senior brother Hu Tulong, bring her back to Shaolin, and teach her well.
Unfortunately, the first news I received after arriving in Beijing was that Zhang Wu died in the hospital.
Later, I met Ma Liu at the hospital to see Zhang Wu's body. They met by chance and the two hit it off.
Shi Fumo felt that his uncle Liu was a man of righteousness, enthusiastic and generous, so he joined the Zhenfu Division under his persuasion.
As for Zhang Wu's seclusion in the south of the city, Ma Liu did not mention a word.
Uncle Liu will not disclose it to anyone without Zhang Wu's consent.
"Uncle Master, I am ashamed of you and have made you suffer."
Shi Fumo sighed, clasped his hands together, and bowed sincerely to Zhang Wu.
Someone also responded:
"Uncle, you are very polite. Since we have such a friendship, can you please open the door and let your nephew out?"
"sure."
Shi Fu Mo nodded, but did not move his body, and said seriously:
"But my nephew, it's true that we are friends."
"Logically speaking, friendship shouldn't be about money, it should be about fate."
"But my uncle doesn't ask for much. I just want half of my chance in your arms."