From Zhang Dehu's confession, everyone knew that the Fierce Wind Gang was one of the biggest gangs in the vicinity of the capital. It was established five years ago and was much more powerful than the Blood Rose Hall that killed Ling Jian's parents. The gang leader, Zhao Kuangfeng, was a first-class master in Jianghu. The Fierce Wind Gang had four halls with more than six hundred people. They were the Dark Hall, which specialized in assassination and information gathering and had always been hidden in the dark. The Golden Hall, which was in charge of the business of the gambling houses and brothels, was the main source of income for the Fierce Wind Gang. The Tiger and Leopard Hall, which was the Fierce Wind Gang's power on the surface, was used to block people's eyes and ears. The Torture Hall, which was in charge of the punishment of the gang, was also the main force of the gang leader, Zhao Kuangfeng.
In front of Ling Jian, the captured men in white were as respectful as kittens. Almost every one of them had finished speaking, and if there was something they didn't get, the other one would scramble to fill in the gaps. All of them had a look of fear and trepidation, fearing that if they didn't give enough details, they would provoke the wrath of this little devil. One of them even told how many concubines the gang leader had, and how he would spend the night in a concubine's room at a certain time of the month. It turned out that this guy was ugly and had a poor family background. He wasn't young but still hadn't found a wife. Over time, he got the bad habit of eavesdropping … Ling Tian was sweating profusely as he listened.
Seeing that there was no more information to be gained, Ling Jian didn't ask anymore. He sorted out the information he got and went to report it to Ling Tian.
Seeing this small figure walking towards Ling Tian, his thin body seemed like it could be blown away by a gust of wind. But this group of Blood Iron Warriors, who killed people like scything flax and could laugh at life and death on the battlefield, looked at Ling Jian with eyes full of fear and vigilance. Faintly, there was a trace of awe!
Ling Tian had heard everything, so he didn't pay much attention to Ling Jian's so-called report. But in Ling Tian's heart, he was quite satisfied with Ling Jian's performance this time. The interrogation process was fast and very effective. After listening to the confessions of these captives, everyone knew the Fierce Wind Gang like the back of their hand. The time that Ling Jian had used was less than half of the two hours that Ling Tian had set. It could be said that he had exceeded his expectations.
Unsurprisingly, among these people, no one knew who had paid the money to kill Ling Tian. They only knew that the gang had received one hundred thousand taels of silver and received a mysterious mission. The only requirement was to kill all of Ling Tian and his people, leaving no one alive. Until now, these white-robed men still didn't know who they were ordered to kill until the moment they made their move. However, when they saw the appearance of the Blood Iron Warriors, the group of people in white understood that these people were undoubtedly important figures in the Ling House!
At this moment, the group of men in black couldn't help but curse in their hearts. Assassinating someone from the Ling House in the capital! Wasn't this like an old man eating arsenic? Was he tired of living? They couldn't help but hate the gang leader, Zhao Kuang Feng. It's fine if we don't know, but don't tell me you don't know either? For one hundred thousand taels of silver, you sold the lives of all your brothers just like that! They could almost imagine what kind of revenge the Ling family would take if this mission failed! The consequences were definitely not something that a small gang like the Fierce Wind Gang could bear!
From the side, the sound of violent vomiting could be heard. When one heard it, one could imagine that the person vomiting was in so much pain that he wanted to vomit out all his organs!
Everyone turned to look, and they were all surprised. The person who was holding onto the handlebars, trembling violently and vomiting … was actually the cold-blooded Ling Jian who had just pulled out his sword to kill people! At this moment, he was vomiting while standing, but now he was vomiting while squatting. He couldn't vomit anything, and all he vomited was clear liquid …
After all, Ling Jian was only a nine year old child! Facing the immense pressure of having to leave the Ling House and Ling Tian if he couldn't pass the test, he did not hesitate to use the most extreme method of interrogation. But after all, this was the first time he was faced with such a bloody scene. Especially since this scene was caused by him, his stomach was already in turmoil. Now, all the pressure was gone, and the bloody scene returned to him. He couldn't help but vomit violently.
One of the Blood Iron Warriors looked at Ling Jian's twitching body, and a trace of pity appeared in his eyes. He couldn't help but say to Ling Tian, "Although the young master's training method is very effective, it's still a little too cruel for a child like this."
Ling Tian was stunned. This person wasn't simple. He could actually tell that he was deliberately training Ling Jian. Turning his head, he looked at him from top to bottom with a smile that wasn't a smile, but he didn't say a word. Following that, he looked at him from top to bottom again with a strange smile. He still didn't say a word, but the smile at the corner of his mouth seemed to have a deeper meaning.
This leader of the Blood Iron Warriors was at a loss for words. Following Ling Tian's gaze, he also sized himself up. After a long while, he finally came to an understanding. If not for the fact that he had gone through countless life and death battles, how would he be able to become the Blood Iron Warriors of today? After understanding Ling Tian's meaning, this Blood Iron Warriors leader fell silent.
Ling Tian looked at him, and an idea came to his mind. He smiled and asked, "What's your name? What's your current position? "
This Blood Iron Warrior was stunned for a moment, but immediately reacted. He said, "I'm called Feng Mo. I'm the Grand Marshal's personal guard!"
"Uh … personal guard?" Ling Tian was surprised. Such a person was only a personal guard under his father? Could it be that under his father's command, there were so many talented people?
Feng Mo also felt a little embarrassed. His old face turned red as he said, "I was originally a small team leader of a hundred men, but my temper caused trouble. I had a verbal conflict with the Deputy General. In a moment of impulse, I actually hit the Deputy General. In order to appease everyone, the Grand Marshal demoted me to a personal guard."
"Oh …" Ling Tian nodded his head. His father really knew how to use his position for personal gain! He had placed such an outstanding martial artist by his side as a bodyguard. However, from Ling Tian's point of view, this Feng Mo's ability was not something that a small personal guard could satisfy. At the very least, he could be a vanguard or a Deputy General. In the past, he was only a small team leader of a hundred men. It seemed that his father had buried many talents under his command!
To waste such a talent as a personal guard, wouldn't that be a waste of talent? Ling Tian's eyes turned, and he couldn't help but secretly laugh. He asked, "In the army, how many Blood Iron Warriors are there like you?"
Feng Mo replied without hesitation, "Personal guards like me, who are called Blood Iron Warriors, the Grand Marshal has a total of one hundred and twenty people. They are divided into ten small teams of ten people, with one leader and one vice leader."
Ling Tian nodded his head. He couldn't help but think of the military structure of his previous life. In his previous life, the lowest combat unit was a squad of ten people, with one leader and one vice leader. Thinking of his previous life, he couldn't help but fall into a trance.
Seeing that Feng Mo was looking at him with a strange gaze, Ling Tian's heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly smiled and said, "Uh … this, Feng Mo, as you can see, it's very dangerous around me. At any time, someone could assassinate me. I want to ask my father to transfer a small team of Blood Iron Warriors over. Would you be willing? "
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