Wang Baiqiang could not explain himself this time.
More than thirty people died in the city hospital, and more than a hundred were injured. Moreover, the hospital was full of holes!
This kind of case could not be covered up even if they wanted to! The matter was too big!
There were too many casualties, and the local officials would be affected!
An earth-shattering case swept through City A.
"The top hundred is too exaggerated this time."
Sun Jialiang was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, sitting on the sofa in the villa. He had a pipe in his mouth and was holding today's newspaper in his hand.
Sun Jialiang was born in the streets in his early years, but it was different now. After he had money and power, he slowly cleaned up his identity. Now, he was a major shareholder of a listed company, and several of his shareholders were important government officials.
As long as he could make these shareholders pay, then he could exchange for a good career. Sun Jialiang was now a famous taxpayer in City A. He was an advanced entrepreneur and a regional representative.
Soon, he could become a politician. All he needed was time and opportunity.
He came back here to hand over the Yellow Uniform Gang to Wang Baiqiang. Because from tomorrow onwards, Sun Jialiang would be completely cut off from the Yellow Uniform Gang. But he could not abandon the Yellow Uniform Gang. After all, it was a very convenient method for him.
He only needed to control his nephew. This way, his identity would be clean and he could have his own influence in the underworld.
The Yellow Uniform Gang was the key!
But he did not expect that once he came back, everything seemed to be different.
The Yellow Uniform Gang had lost control.
No, it could no longer be described as losing control! The Yellow Uniform Gang had been completely destroyed!
Even the top hundred had been locked up in prison. No matter how capable he was, he could not help them. This time, he would have to sit in prison until he died!
"Who did it?"
Sun Jialiang asked as he read the newspaper.
"I don't know …"
The lackey with a broken leg sat in a wheelchair, his face was full of fear. "Those four people … They, they are too powerful … We have more than two hundred yellow-clothed assassins … We are not a match for the four of them at all …"
"These four people know when to advance and when to retreat. They are quite organized. They must have come prepared."
Sun Jialiang looked at the big case reported in the newspaper and said slowly, "As long as we find out who wants to deal with us, we can naturally see the true faces of these four people."
"Mr. Sun … there are too many people who want to deal with us …"
"Let's not talk about anything else. Even the Red Dragon Society and the Vanguard Army are against us."
"These two sects … Sooner or later, everyone will fight against each other."
Sun Jialiang was indeed a person who did big things, and his mind was very clear. "But they won't do this. In this way, everyone in City A will feel insecure, and the police will also increase the strength of punishment, which is not good for anyone. Moreover, even the top hundred had been implicated. This went against the principles of the three families. Although Little Girl Liu and Yang Ruining are more ambitious, they wouldn't dare to do that. "
"Then I really don't know who it is …"
"Did the Yellow Uniform Regiment make any more enemies recently?"
Sun Jialiang asked.
"There's no one else …"
The underling couldn't figure out who they had offended. The Yellow Uniform Group would have conflicts with other forces in many places.
"Recently, the nearer the better."
Sun Jialiang's voice carried a kind of gentle power. "Who has the Yellow Uniform Regiment had a conflict with?"
"He had some conflicts with one of Miss Liu Xinnan's favorites."
The underling said honestly, "Although the other party is only a high school student, he seems to be quite good at fighting. Miss Liu really admires him."
"A high school student?"
Sun Jialiang lightly tapped his pipe. "Regarding this high school student, what conflict did the Yellow Uniform Regiment have with him?"
"Our Yellow Uniform Regiment …"
"It's your Yellow Uniform Regiment."
Sun Jialiang reminded, "Don't call him by the wrong name next time."
"Yes, Mr. Sun …"
The underling quickly changed his words. "The scalper that our Yellow Uniform Regiment had at the city hospital was beaten up by him. Also, the market in the old city was also taken by him … But other than us, Mr. Sam from America was also interested in him and asked us for some information about him … "
"I understand."
Sun Jialiang nodded. "Find a time, I want to talk to this high school student."
"Ah?"
The underling was a little surprised. Who was Mr. Sun to lower himself to talk to a high school student?
"Go, help me arrange this."
"Yes, I understand …"
The underling nodded and went to do it on Mr. Sun's behalf.
At the same time, Murong Ying finally arrived at Mount Wudang along the Luo Horse Trail.
It was not yet the fifteenth, so it was still considered the New Year. Even on this quiet Mount Wudang, there were red lanterns hanging everywhere. It was a festive atmosphere.
Light snow was still falling on Mount Wudang. The white snow and the red lanterns reflected each other, adding a sense of mystery.
Murong Ying followed the Wudang disciple along the small path at the back of the mountain, all the way to the main hall of Mount Wudang.
The largest hall of Mount Wudang was the True Martial Hall, which was bustling with pilgrims. Naturally, Murong Ying would not go to the True Martial Hall. Instead, she followed the young Wudang disciple to a small courtyard.
There was a huge stone chessboard in the courtyard. Two people sat facing each other, seemingly playing a game.
The red side was an old Daoist wearing a light white robe. He had a sage-like demeanor, as if he was an immortal descending to the mortal world. The old Daoist was sitting cross-legged, holding a horsetail whisk in one hand and pointing at the chessboard with the other, as if he was thinking about his next move.
The black side was an old monk with a bald head and white eyebrows. This old monk had a pair of long eyebrows that hung down from the corners of his eyes to his shoulders. It could be said that his appearance was enviable.
The two of them sat on opposite sides of the chessboard. With a wave of their palms, they used their internal energy to move the chess pieces to play.
That stone chess piece was as big as a millstone. But in the hands of these two experts, it danced in the air and moved freely.
The two of them exchanged blows, invisibly killing each other.
They were not only competing in chess skills, but also in their internal energy.
When Little Snow met the two of them, it fell to the side and did not touch him.
The young disciple brought Murong Ying with him and was about to report the situation, but Murong Ying stopped him.
There was no reason for her to disturb the two experts playing chess.
This old Daoist was the Sect Leader of Mount Wudang, Daoist Priest Wuji. And the one opposite him was the Abbot of Shaolin Temple, Great Master Yu Xu.
Both of them were Venerables of the martial world, and their martial arts were also at the peak of perfection. But five years ago, both of them were defeated by Murong Ying's sword. But the two of them did not feel that there was anything wrong with it. Instead, they treated Murong Ying as an old friend.
"Checkmate!"
Great Master Yu Xu suddenly placed a chess piece, sealing off all of Wu Jizi's escape routes.
"This old monk wins this game!"
Great Master Yu Xu seemed to be a little proud of himself.
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