Chapter 47 Are you worthy of telling me the rules?
"Zheng!"
There was a clang of gold and iron, and a flying knife knocked away Su Xin's sword, allowing the man to escape.
The disdainful expression was no longer visible on the man's face, but was filled with fear.
He had never seen such a fast sword in his life!
"Ahem."
The door of the black house was pushed open at some point, and a slightly stooped figure came out.
This man looked to be only in his forties, but his sideburns were already covered with white hair, making him look very old.
However, although he looked old, his face was very ferocious, especially his left eye, which seemed to have been forcibly removed by someone, leaving only a hole, which made him look extremely ferocious.
"Boss Su of the Flying Eagle Gang? The people under you don't understand the rules. You are a big boss, so you won't be as knowledgeable as a petty thief, right?" Old Wolf said in a hoarse voice.
Su Xin sneered: "Pretending to be confused while pretending to understand? Old Wolf, don't tell me you didn't know I was coming. Your people don't understand the rules, don't you understand?"
The old wolf's face turned cold. He didn't expect that the young boss would be so disrespectful to him and pushed him to the corner with just one sentence.
"Boss Su, let's not talk secretly. You will be the boss of Yonglefang, and I will take care of my Blackwater Street. You don't like this place anyway. We don't offend the river. What do you think?"
"The water in the well will not offend the river? That's okay. The Lord Magistrate lost his wallet two days ago, right? It was you who did it? Hand over the money bag and the warm jade inside, and we will keep the water in the well and the river."
Lao Lang's expression changed. He thought that Su Xin was just like Dai Chong and Chen Dao in the past, and wanted to attack him, but he didn't expect that he came here just for this matter.
If it were for other things, Lao Lang wouldn't mind selling Su Xin to save face, just to buy peace for himself, but this was not the case.
After taking a deep look at Su Xin, Lao Lang said in a deep voice: "Boss Su, it's not that I won't give you this face, but that I really can't do this.
Each line has its own rules. We have taken things, but we cannot hand them over.
Today he lost something and came to me to ask for it, and tomorrow you lost something and came to me to ask for it, then will my brothers still have something to eat?
This hole must not be opened, even if the prefect comes to ask for it in person, I will not give it to you."
Su Xin shook his head and said: "Old wolf, old wolf, have you ever heard of a sentence called shameless?"
"Su Xin! What do you mean?"
The old lone wolf showed an angry look. Although he is now crippled, not everyone can humiliate him!
"What do you mean? I call you "Old Wolf" to give you face, but if I don't give you face, you are just a sick dog!
You lead a bunch of thieves to do some sneaky things, and you dare to tell me the rules? It’s just a joke!”
"Su Xin! You are going too far!"
A trace of ruthlessness flashed in the old wolf's eyes, he took out four flying knives from his arms, and fired at Su Xin at the same time!
He originally didn't want to fight with Su Xin, and he didn't intend to provoke these gang members, because after all, there was a gang behind them.
When Dai Chong and Boss Chen came to trouble him, they actually didn't take action. He just showed his strength and naturally made the other party retreat.
Fighting without any benefit will be done by Dai Chong or Mr. Chen.
Lao Lang also took this opportunity to exaggerate the matter and publicize it, making people think that both Dai Chong and Boss Chen suffered from him, so as to make his reputation bigger.
Although Dai Chong and Boss Chen knew about it afterwards, they just felt that the old wolf was not honest in what he did. In addition, they were not sure of defeating the old wolf, and they had no shame to go to the gang to ask for reinforcements, so they never came to see him.
trouble.
But now facing the aggressive Su Xin, he could no longer tolerate it. The worst he could do was kill Su Xin and go to other cities to seek a living.
The four flying knives were easily dodged by Su Xin, but the old wolf's stooped figure rushed towards him, as if he were a tiger, with an astonishing momentum.
The old wolf's hands were like claws, and his sharp nails were like sharp blades. They actually shone with a bit of cold light, and a cold energy was entangled between his claws.
His martial arts was derived from the Dragon Claw Hands among the Seventy-Two Extinctions of Shaolin, and his feet are very extraordinary.
This martial art is said to have been created by an evil master who obtained a fragment of a volume after killing a Shaolin monk, and then combined it with his own martial arts.
Although it is not as strong and powerful as the dragon claw hand, it is more powerful than Yin Xie. When he was at his peak, he even used this claw to tear a person in half.
Su Xin stood motionless, his expression neither sad nor happy.
If he was the old wolf in his heyday, Su Xin could only retreat now.
But now the old wolf is just a sick dog without fangs, his martial arts skills are half useless, and he has even lost his courage.
Before taking action, he even threw in a few concealed weapons to embolden his courage. This kind of tactics is not like that of a strong man who once built a stronghold and killed countless people at his hands? He is almost like a gangster.
After hanging out with these little thieves for so long, this old wolf probably thinks of himself as a thieves!
When the grasp came to him, Su Xin finally moved.
With one punch, the hatred is overwhelming!
I hate the injustice of heaven and earth, and I hate that the sky has no eyes!
Cruel! Cruel! Hate! Hate Jiquan!
Does hatred have power? People hate every day, hate for love, hate for power, greed, anger and obsession!
These are the power of hatred, and the old wolf cannot stop it.
With the first punch, the old wolf's hand bones were shattered, his sharp claws were broken into pieces, and his right hand was dripping with blood.
With the second punch, Lao Lang's right arm was shattered, and it hung limply beside his body.
With the third punch, the old wolf spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards, his body twitching feebly.
Despair, deep despair, this feeling of powerlessness, Lao Lang has also experienced it before.
Ten years ago, he was so high-spirited that he led his brothers to gather in the mountains and forests. Even if people from the imperial court passed by the dense forests of southern Hunan, he would dare to lead them to tear off a bite of meat.
Until that day when he messed with someone he shouldn't have messed with.
That man was just a fourteen or five-year-old boy, holding a Youquan Sword, who picked his own village and killed his brother, while he could only lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.
Later, he learned the name of the young man. His name was He Xiu, who was later called "Sword Master". He Xiu, one of the five sword-holding sects and the heir of the famous Sword Villa!
Facing He Xiu, Lao Lang was desperate and helpless. He would never take revenge in his life, so he lived in seclusion in Chang Ning Mansion, recruited hundreds of pickpockets, and hid in a light-tight house to remember his glorious past.
But now Su Xin's three punches completely defeated him.
The same young age, the same being crushed without any resistance.
Just as Su Xin said, he is not an old wolf, just a sick dog!
Su Xin walked to the old wolf. The old wolf lying on the ground could only see Su Xin's black boots, but he didn't want to look up at this moment.
"Give me the money bag and warm jade."
The old wolf coughed up a mouthful of blood, struggled to get up, and said to the frightened men beside him: "Go and take out my box."
The subordinate was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing when he saw the old wolf's ferocious one eye. He immediately went to the house and took out a small box and handed it to the old wolf.
Opening the box, there is a jewel inside.
Every time the pickpockets under Lao Lang get something, they will give it to Lao Lang for a look first. If there is anything precious, he will treasure it.
Although he kept saying that he wanted to uphold his own rules, even if the prefect came, he would not hand over the stolen things.
But in fact, he kept all these things and did not dare to use or pawn them, for fear that others would come looking for him and he would be retaliated against if he could not take out the things and return them to others.
The old wolf took out a money bag and handed it to Su Xin. When he opened it, he found a jade pendant engraved with exotic animals. It was warm and moist, and it was the priceless warm jade.
After putting away the money bag, Su Xin turned around and left. At this time, the old wolf suddenly said: "Wait a minute."
Su Xin turned his head and raised his eyebrows.
The old wolf took out a silver-white porcelain bottle and handed it to Su Xin, with a wry smile on his lips: "I can't use this thing anymore, and I'm not qualified to use it. You can take it. I just hope you can let my brothers live."
Old Lang has heard about Su Xin's deeds. He is not a compassionate person. Now he is not his opponent at all. Is it necessary for his own Blackwater Street to continue to exist?
However, the old wolf still wanted to give it a try. He didn't want to watch his brother die by that man's sword like he did ten years ago, while he could only hide under the dead man's body and tremble.
He claimed to the outside world that he was betrayed by his brother, but in fact only he knew that it was not his brother who betrayed him. It was him who betrayed the brother who had sworn to live and die together.
"What's this?"
The old wolf said: "I don't know either. My brother stole this from a martial arts person. The medicine has a strong fragrance. It should be a top-quality healing medicine or an elixir to assist cultivation. Anyway, no matter what it is, I
It’s no longer needed.”
What really hurt Lao Lang was not his body, but his heart.
The heart is broken, no matter how good the medicine is, it cannot be cured.
Taking the bottle of elixir, Su Xin said calmly: "From now on, Blackwater Street will be under my control, Su Xin, but I will not send my men to interfere with you. From now on, Blackwater Street will still be Blackwater Street."
Walking out of Blackwater Street, the gangster who led the way admired Su Xin extremely.
His boss is indeed a legend of the Flying Eagle Gang. The old wolf who defeated Dai Chong and Boss Chen in the past is simply vulnerable in his hands.
In fact, Su Xin has nothing to be proud of for defeating this old wolf. He has now opened sixty acupoints, and is almost approaching the middle stage of the day after tomorrow.
And this old wolf should have been very strong in the past, but now he only has the strength of less than ten acupoints. His martial arts skills are more powerful and he has more combat experience.
Su Xin directly used his strength to overwhelm people, and it was not difficult to defeat them in an instant.
Of course, Su Xin is also very satisfied with the power of the Henji Fist. It is indeed a unique skill passed down from Wen Shu’s villain Yuan Shisanqian.
The Henji Fist was already so powerful, and Su Xin wanted to see how stunning that earth-shattering sad little arrow must be.