"Master Tan, he’s been beaten to death..."
Around the pool, the wealthy businessn and beautiful won witnessed Tan Yuejin’s death with their own eyes, all too shocked to speak.
Who was Tan Yuejin? Decades ago, he ca to Vietnam with nothing, and through sheer force built the vast enterprise that is now the Four Poison Hall, making him an underground overlord of Vietnam.
Such a significant figure was beaten to death right in front of their eyes.
Too brutal, too shocking.
The fat man who initially intended to discuss business with Tan Yuejin didn’t dare to speak anymore. Although he didn’t know which enemy killed Tan Yuejin, it was clearly not soone he could deal with.
To a Martial Artist, it ans anger of a commoner, blood splattering within five steps, killing one person every ten steps, and not staying anywhere for a thousand miles.
Unless you have round-the-clock bodyguards or enough personal strength, you absolutely cannot withstand the consequences of being targeted by a Martial Artist.
Wang Longhu scanned the room, all these businessn and beauties were ordinary people. If he killed them, the impact would be uncontrollable.
Killing Tan Yuejin would only be seen as an enemy visit, but killing these businessn could potentially escalate into a terrorist attack.
By then, the entire Zhiming City would be locked down, which would be detrintal to Wang Longhu’s plan to avenge Master Wu.
"Co here." Wang Longhu waved to a long-legged beauty beside him, who was extrely afraid of Wang Longhu, fearing he would kill her with a single punch like he did to Tan Yuejin.
But unable to defy Wang Longhu’s rciless gesture, the long-legged beauty took small steps toward him.
Not wanting to waste ti, Wang Longhu directly pulled her over, holding her in his arms, and using Tan Yuejin’s blood still on his fingers, he began to write characters on her body.
Everyone around looked at this scene with confusion, not knowing what Wang Longhu was up to—such a malicious act wasn’t quite right.
Very quickly, Wang Longhu finished conveying his ssage, and using a translator pen, he spoke to everyone: "Go inform Qiao Qichong and Ma Bong, let them take a good look at the words on this woman’s body. Within seven days, I will send the two of them on their way to join their junior brother in the afterlife."
With that, Wang Longhu rushed towards the edge of the rooftop, leaping off as the beauties covered their mouths in shock.
In their knowledge, such an action by Wang Longhu seed no different from seeking death.
Wang Longhu’s body plumted rapidly, and just as he was about to hit the ground, he grabbed onto a hanging light strip on the second floor, swinging and easily landing on his feet, swiftly leaving and disappearing at the end of the street.
After Wang Longhu left, the fat man quickly reacted, looking at Tan Yuejin’s corpse, collapsing to the ground and frantically wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
He had been closest to Wang Longhu just now and was genuinely afraid that Wang Longhu would kill him with a punch like he did to Tan Yuejin.
As a businessman in Zhiming City, the fat man was well aware of the two nas Wang Longhu ntioned before he left.
Qiao Qichong and Ma Bong were the other two founders of the Four Poison Hall, also senior brothers to Tan Yuejin.
It seed like soone was planning to take action against the Four Poison Hall, and a massive conflict targeting the underground forces was about to explode.
"Quick, go notify Master Qiao and Master Ma, sothing big is about to happen in Zhiming City!"
...
Xiaoyue Palace, rooftop.
At this mont, the Xiaoyue Palace, inside and out, was surrounded by layers of n wearing black vests; not even a dog could leave.
Next to the pool, stained dark red by the corpse, stood two elders in long robes, one fat and one thin, staring silently at Tan Yuejin’s body, their faces gloomy, lost in thought.
Everyone in the vicinity held their breath, not daring to make too much noise, fearing to draw the attention of the two elders.
In this modern society, these two elders still dressed in the long robes of ancient officials, their gray-white long hair capped, looking as if they had traveled through ti, very peculiar.
But those with so status recognized them as two of the major figures of the Four Poison Hall, ’Thousand Legs King’ Qiao Qichong and ’Iron Toad General’ Ma Bong.
In the Vietnam Martial Arts World, they were famous.
"Old Five died without any resistance, the killer has reached Huajin, and their Inner Strength is strong enough to shatter Old Five’s fingers,"
After a long while, Qiao Qichong, with a thin fra, spoke hoarsely.
"Boss, the words on this woman, they belong to that country. We made too many enemies in the past, and right now I can’t think of who might have hired the assassin,"
said Ma Bong, short and stout, examining the blood words on the long-legged beauty’s body left by Wang Longhu, frowning.
On the woman’s back, there were sixteen words: ’Good begets good, evil begets evil, it’s not that there’s no retribution, the ti hasn’t co.’
"Senior Brother, it must be Senior Brother; that old ghost hasn’t let us go after all these years," Qiao Qichong said with an intense murderous intent in his eyes, exhaling deeply.
As he exhaled, Qiao Qichong’s entire body shriveled, his skin and flesh clinging to his bones, resembling a dried-up corpse.
Boom!
The marble floor underfoot instantly cracked, spreading into a spider web of cracks over an area of more than ten square ters.
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