Gang Leader Qiao's expression gradually changed from dullness to shock, and then to uncontrollable grief and indignation. His face quickly turned red. Glaring at Xu Lin like an angry rooster, he said, "Is this the justice your Heavenly Eagle Gang wants to uphold?"
Xu Lin felt very uncomfortable under Qiao Mu's indignant and disdainful eyes. He said somewhat angrily, "Gang Leader Qiao, what kind of justice do you want our Heavenly Eagle Gang to give you? A life for a life, and a debt should be repaid. Your men have hurt the men of the Flood Dragon Triad. According to the rules of the underworld, the Flood Dragon Triad should pay back a tooth for a tooth. What's wrong with that? "
Qiao Mu said, "Let's not talk about who is in the right and who is in the wrong in this conflict. Now we are the ones who have suffered losses! Dozens of men of our Shun Faction have been injured by them, and two of our brothers have been disabled, while only four of them have been slightly injured. Killing people is just a matter of nodding to the ground. Do you want to push people to death? "
Xu Lin wiped his eyelids and said gloomily, "Gang Leader Qiao, you are in your fifties. Have you lived so long in vain? You have been in the underworld for half of your life. Don't you know this? There is not so much reason in the underworld. Whoever has the bigger fist is the reason. You are not convinced? Your Shun Faction has more than two hundred men, but the Flood Dragon Triad has thousands of brothers. Even if they use their men, they can still crush you to death! What do you have to compete with them? Listen to my kind advice and join the Flood Dragon Triad. In the future, there will be people to take care of you. What's wrong with that? "
Qiao Mu smiled bitterly and said, "Good, good! Xu Xiaolian, I appreciate your kindness. I also understand the meaning of your Heavenly Eagle Gang. Jianghu, there is no morality in today's Jianghu. I am blind and deserve to end up like this! "
His words made Xu Lin's face turn red and then pale, because Qiao Mu had done the Heavenly Eagle Gang a favor. Back then, the old Grand Master of the "Heavenly Eagle Faction" tried to break into the Sanmen Gorge by force. As a result, his boat was wrecked and he fell into the water. It was Qiao Mu who dived into the water to rescue him regardless of his own safety. With his excellent swimming skills, he rescued him. Otherwise, the Heavenly Eagle Faction would not have existed today.
Now that the old Grand Master of the Heavenly Eagle Faction had passed away, his son, Wei Yongtang, was sitting on the throne of the Grand Master. Qiao Mu asked the Heavenly Eagle Faction to mediate between them. The Grand Master of the Heavenly Eagle Faction could not refuse, so he sent Xu Lin, the deputy Grand Master. However, instead of helping Qiao Mu, Xu Lin added insult to injury and became the lobbyist of the Flood Dragon Cult.
Xu Lin flicked his sleeves and said, "Since you, Gang Master Qiao, don't know how to appreciate favors, then my Heavenly Eagle Gang was meddlesome. From now on, the Heavenly Eagle Gang will no longer be involved in this matter. Leader Qiao, if you have the ability, you can take responsibility by yourself. If you can defeat the Flood Dragon Union, it won't be too late to negotiate with the Heavenly Eagle Gang! "
Qiao Mu let out a sad laugh and did not even want to take another look at him. It seemed that one more look would dirty his eyes.
Speaking of the Shun Faction, it had enjoyed a glorious time. In the Sui Dynasty, the Shun Faction had nearly two thousand ships and tens of thousands of brothers. Later, the world was in chaos. Zhang Zhongjian, the third son of Zhang Jiling, the richest man in Yangzhou, wanted to conquer the world and recruited soldiers everywhere. At that time, Old Master Qiao was an important member of Curly Beard's team.
Later, when Curly Beard saw that he had lost the upper hand, he decisively gave up the fight for hegemony and left the country. Old Master Qiao did not leave with Curly Beard because he had a large number of brothers who depended on him. Most of them had families to take care of.
When the Tang dynasty was first established, Old Master Qiao was worried that the imperial court would not allow the existence of such a huge civilian force that could be transformed into a navy at any time because of his relationship with Curly Beard. Therefore, he split the Shun Faction and gave his fleet and tens of thousands of sailors to the Eight Vajras, asking them to set up their own faction.
The Shun Faction only kept a few people and dozens of ships. It became an insignificant small faction.
In the early days of the Tang dynasty, it was the critical period for all kinds of new forces to fill in the gaps left by the previous dynasty's demise. At this time, the strong became stronger and the weak became weaker. The Shun Faction did not advance but retreated and missed the best period for development. When the Shun Faction was passed to his grandson, Qiao Mu, it became a small fish with only five broken ships.
Today, the few gangs on the Grain Transport River were almost all split from the Shun Faction. But so many years had passed. When the Shun Faction was split, Qiao Mu's father was just a baby. Now, even Qiao Mu was getting old. As time went by, the little bit of kinship he had with the Shun Faction in the early days had long been ignored.
However, in any case, the few biggest gangs today were all members of the Shun Faction. Now that the Shun Faction had fallen to such an extent, there was no need for people to deliberately make things difficult for it. But there was one thing that made people jealous of the Shun Faction, and that was their people.
When the Qiao Family split the Shun Faction, they left behind a group of old loaches on the Grain Transport River. They were the ones who were most familiar with the water conditions and geography along the way from Yangzhou to Chang 'an.
Most of those who ran the boats were the sons of their fathers. Their knowledge of the water conditions and geography was all taught by their fathers, brothers, and elders. For those who were not familiar with the river conditions, it was unknown how many times their boats would be destroyed and people would die before they could figure out the key points.
Although the Shun Faction had declined, it was the only one among all the gangs that dared to pass through the dangerous terrain like the Sanmen Gorge by boat. The other gangs did not have this ability. Take the Flood Dragon Cult for example. They had more than two hundred boats, but no more than twenty boats dared to pass through the waters of the Sanmen Gorge.
The reason was that they lacked sailors who were familiar with the waters and experienced boatmen. To avoid the boats being destroyed and people dying, their boats could only stop at the wharf in front of the Sanmen Gorge and change to land transportation.
How many wagons, mules, and horses would it take to transport the grains by one boat? Not to mention the loss of people and horses, it would take too long. If the Flood Dragon Cult could take over the Shun Faction, they would immediately have more than two hundred sailors who were qualified to sail through the Sanmen Gorge.
Because of this, although ordinary small gangs were suppressed, it was only for the sake of fighting over resources. Even if they took the initiative to join, it was still unknown whether the Great Channel Gang would be willing to accept them. Only the Shun Faction was an exception. An ordinary man is innocent, but treasuring a jade ring becomes a crime!
Although all the big gangs wanted to take over the Shun Faction, they couldn't take it by force because of the infamy of deceiving their masters and ancestors. Besides, although Qiao Mu did not have a good life, he was unwilling to join other gangs because of the glory of his ancestors. Nobody could do anything about it until the Flood Dragon Cult decided to take over them.
When the Shun Faction unified the Jianghu, the Flood Dragon Cult did not exist yet. They had nothing to do with the Shun Faction. The once arrogant Shun Faction declined day by day, while the Flood Dragon Cult grew stronger and stronger as if they had hit the jackpot. They wanted to go to the next level. Everything else was easy, but good sailors were hard to find. So they set their eyes on the Shun Faction.
Now was the time when the boats returned to Chang 'an one after another. The boatmen rested for three months and would go to Yangzhou again at the beginning of the next spring. After nine months on the water, the boatmen who were free liked to gather together to drink and chat. A few days ago, a few brothers of the Shun Faction quarreled with a few boatmen of the Flood Dragon Cult in a tavern and then got into a fight.
In fact, it was common for these boatmen to fight and make trouble. But this time, they got into big trouble. The young master of the Flood Dragon Cult did not let them go. He stopped them and beat them black and blue, then threw them to the door of the Qiao Family. Some young and vigorous disciples of the Shun Faction could not stand it, so the two sides started a full-scale fight.
The Flood Dragon Union had the advantage of numbers. The disciples of the Flood Dragon Union gathered in groups and beat the people of the Shun Sect whenever they saw them. After only a few days, dozens of people of the Shun Sect had been wounded. Five or six of them were heavily wounded, and two of them were probably disabled and could never sail again.
Qiao Mu knew that the other side wanted to force him to give in, so he wanted to force the Flood Dragon Cult to stop. However, the Life League, the Five Elements Society, the Three Rivers Society, the Circle Faction, and the Taiping Faction, which originated from the Shun Faction, did not want to get involved. He had no choice but to go to the Tianying Faction. As a result, the Tianying Faction stabbed him in the back again.
Qiao Mu was filled with grief and indignation, but Wenbin said, "Xu Xiaolian, you spoke for him out of kindness. My father agreed to let him go for the sake of you, Xu Xiaolian. But what happened in the end? His good intentions were treated with ill intent. The other party didn't appreciate his kindness at all. Instead, it made Xu Xiaolian feel bad inside and out. I think you should stay out of this matter, Xu Xiaolian. We, the Flood Dragon Cult, and the Shun Faction will solve it ourselves! "
As Wenbin said, he waved his hand. More than two hundred brothers immediately swarmed forward. More than twenty people behind Qiao Mu did not want to be outdone. Although they were facing ten times the number of enemies, they also rushed up and tightly protected Qiao Mu in the middle.
Qiao Mu shouted, "Go away! The Shun Faction is the family property left by the ancestors of the Qiao Family. We, the Qiao Family, will handle this matter ourselves. It has nothing to do with you! "
Zhuo Yiqing said loudly, "The Shun Faction is the family property of the Grand Master, as well as the family property of all our brothers. My grandfather is a member of the Shun Faction, my father is a member of the Shun Faction, and I am a member of the Shun Faction. When I have a son, he will also be a member of the Shun Faction! Now that they have come to bully us, we have to protect our family property even if we have to risk our lives! "
Young Master Wen curled the corner of his mouth and snorted coldly. "Why do you talk so much nonsense? It's tiresome! Come on, beat them to death! "
Qiao Mu said sternly, "Wait!"
Wenbin looked at him and said, "What, are you afraid?"
Qiao Mu said, "Afraid? The three brothers of the Qiao Family will die here today, and I won't even frown! I just want to know, how are we going to fight? How many rounds to decide the winner? "
Young Master Wen widened his narrow eyes and looked Qiao Mu up and down. Suddenly, he burst into laughter. He pointed at Qiao Mu and laughed so hard that he staggered back and forth. "Hahaha, this is the first time I've seen such a stupid person. Are you sick? Who wants to fight you one-on-one? "
Qiao Mu's pupils constricted, and he asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"
Young Master Wen's face darkened, and he said gloomily, "If we win, we will continue to fight until you disappear from the world forever! If we lose, we still have thousands of brothers. Are so many people just for decoration? We still have to continue fighting until you all disappear forever. Do you understand? "
Wenbin raised his hand and pointed forward, then ordered, "Fight!"
More than two hundred members of the Flood Dragon Gang rushed forward and instantly surrounded the people of the Shun Faction.
As soon as Zhuo Yiqing threw a punch, seven or eight fists and five or six feet rained down on him. His fist had just landed on the face of a fierce-looking Flood Dragon Gang member and blood spurted out of his red nose when he was drowned by a storm of attacks.
Zhuo Yiqing gritted his teeth and wanted to rush at Wenbin, but he was quickly knocked down. Then, it was a one-sided fight. In a flash, he had been kicked countless times. A kick on his lower abdomen made him curl up like a shrimp. Then, his ribs were stomped hard, which made him gasp for breath. Then, the sole of a boot kicked hard on his face, making him see stars.
More than twenty people had no chance to resist the enemies who were almost the same in Kung Fu but outnumbered them ten times. In an instant, they were knocked down to the ground and punched and kicked. Qiao Mu's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Staring at Wenbin's hateful face, he waved his iron fists and rushed at him.
Wenbin hurriedly retreated. Countless thugs swarmed up from both sides and swarmed at Qiao Mu like a tide. Qiao Mu used to be very good at fighting. It was not a problem for him to deal with eight or ten strong men alone. But that was when he was in his thirties, when both his physical strength and spirit were at the peak of his life.
Now he was in his fifties. Time and hardships had not only dyed his temples white, but also bent his spine and eroded his strength. He was like an old male lion. Although when he opened his eyes, they were still filled with a terrifying majesty, but his mane was already sparse, his claws were already dull, and he was immediately drowned by iron fists that covered the sky and covered the earth.
A foot kicked hard on his leg. The person who kicked him was very cunning. The tip of the boot was made of iron. Qiao Mu's legs were still very stable. Although he kept moving forward, trying to catch up with Wenbin and bite off his prey's throat with his fangs, every step he took seemed to be rooted to the ground as soon as he landed on the ground.
In the turbulent torrents and huge waves of Sanmen Gorge, he could stand steadily on the bow of the boat. Even if the opponent was wearing iron boots, the kick could not break his leg, let alone make him move. His bones were harder than iron, but the iron-like muscles on his legs still turned black and blue in an instant.
He had no time to pay attention to them. His pair of big fists, which were like iron bowls, tried hard to fight back against all the enemies he could see. Iron fists collided one after another, and the sounds were like fireworks exploding. In the crackling sound, no one knew how many people's fists were cut open at the moment of collision.
However, even if he was a real lion, he could not break through the crazy attack of so many hyenas. The enemies came one after another, more violent than the huge waves of the Yellow River.
In the stormy waves, he could steer the boat, steer the rudder, row the oars, and pole the poles. With his knowledge and control of the water, he could bypass the huge waves, avoid the undercurrents, and let his boat fly through the fleeting downstream. But he could not do it here. He had nowhere to hide or retreat.
One of Qiao Mu's eyes was purple and swollen, leaving only a slit. His face was full of scars and blood. His body, which was as steady as a mountain despite the wind and waves coming from all directions, began to shake. He gritted his teeth, thinking that he had used all his strength in every punch and that every punch was as fast as lightning. But in the eyes of the onlookers, his punches were getting slower and slower, and weaker and weaker.
All of a sudden, a member of the Flood Dragon Triad rushed to his side. He leaped into the air, twisted his elbow, and hit Qiao Mu's ear hard. Qiao Mu immediately felt that everything in front of him was shaking violently. It was the same feeling he had when he followed his father's boat through the dangerous waters of the Sanmen Gorge for the first time and stood on the deck with a pale face.
"Puff!"
Qiao Mu fell to the ground. He didn't do anything to protect himself. His whole body fell forward and fell hard to the ground. However, the thugs of the Flood Dragon Triad didn't hesitate at all. They immediately swarmed up and kicked the unconscious Qiao Mu with countless feet.
Before they came out today, they had been instructed by their Gang Leader: "The three brothers of the Qiao family must die!" How could they hesitate at this moment?
Ba Shang was very close to Chang 'an. But right next to this glorious and huge capital of civilization was a dark place where the sun could never shine. Lawlessness was the law of Ba Shang Town; the law of the jungle was the rule of Ba Shang Town. There were tens of thousands of people garrisoned in this town, which was comparable to a small city, but the imperial court had only sent tax officers and tax collectors; there was not a single public security officer.
This was because the government believed that letting the weak be prey to the strong was the best rule. Only in this way could Baishang Town form an efficient organization through strong constraints. Only in this way could they protect the interests of the outside world. Only in this way could the problem of feeding Chang 'an's population of nearly a million be solved.
For this purpose, everything here would be solved by the people themselves.
This was not the abandoned land. This was a Colosseum designated by the government.
Jolin was knocked down. He spat out blood and struggled to crawl toward the direction where his elder brother fainted among the legs that kept kicking out, retracting, and kicking out again. There was blood and tears on his face. The blood and tears were stained with soil and mixed into muddy stains.
Suddenly, he saw a dark shadow flash by. Having been born and raised in this special environment on Ba, he immediately understood that it was a foot wearing an iron boot.
The tip of the heavy boot was aimed at the temple of Qiao Mu, who had fainted on the ground. It was like a soul-hooking chain poking out of the netherworld, hooking a fragile soul without hesitation.
"Big brother!"
Jolin screamed in despair. He saw that the tip of the heavy boot was about to touch his elder brother's temple, but he could not exert any strength at all. However … it was so close, and the deadly tip of the boot could no longer touch his elder brother's head.
He saw a very delicate boot with delicate patterns on the edge. The tip of the boot was pressed against the ankle of the hatchet man from the Flood Dragon Gang. He heard a "crack", a very clear sound of bone cracking. Then, the foot wearing the iron boot was strangely bent in the opposite direction — the leg was broken!
An extremely shrill scream rang out. The feet that were falling on Jolin's head and body like raindrops were also shaken by the scream and paused for a moment.
Jolin took the opportunity to raise his head. The blood on his forehead was flowing down, blurring one of his eyes, and his vision was suddenly filled with blood. He saw a pretty village girl wearing a green handkerchief on her head and a green dress standing in front of his fainted brother. Her petal-like lips were slightly curled, and she looked very beautiful.
Jolin lowered his head to look at his elder brother again. He saw that the village girl's foot seemed to have moved. He didn't see it clearly, but a phantom flashed in front of his eyes. It seemed that the village girl had moved her foot, and then the few hatchet men from the Flood Dragon Gang around his elder brother let out the same shrill scream as the hatchet man whose leg was broken earlier and fell on their backs.
They fell heavily on the ground, like loaches overturned on the ground, hissing, rolling, writhing with all their might, and vainly prancing about the ground to relieve the violent agony.
Gu Zhuting took action.
In the surging waves of more than two hundred ferocious hatchet men from the Flood Dragon Gang, Boss Qiao, who had sailed a boat all his life, failed to make it through. His boat was destroyed, and he died. However, Gu Zhuting was able to break through. She was like a fish, a small green fish. The white flowers on her dress were the silver scales on her body.
No matter how fierce the wind and waves were, they couldn't drown a fish. She swam in the stormy waves, and every move she made was "waves". Everyone who came close to her, no matter if she gently pinched, softly knocked, or lightly kissed them with the tip of her boot, would fall to the ground screaming. In just a moment, everyone around her had fallen to the ground. Within a radius of several feet, there were people screaming and rolling on the ground.
She did not make any fierce or ferocious movements. At the age of thirteen, she had snuck into the heavily guarded mansion of the governor of a province and silently taken the governor's head. She knew how to kill better than anyone else, and she also understood the weaknesses of the human body better. Thus, her attack was simply a beautiful dance.
She waved her hand and knocked someone's joints with her fair fingers. Half of the person's body was paralyzed, and he fell to the ground heavily. He couldn't feel half of his body for a long time. She flicked her index finger, as if she were going to pick a flower. The person who was touched by her fell on his back while holding his throat. He breathed hard, but he couldn't take a breath for a long time.
The delicate boots on her feet were also equipped with iron tips, which were more delicate, sturdier, and sturdier than the boots of the fighter from the Flood Dragon Society who wanted to attack Gang Leader Qiao. When she kicked lightly, the tip of her foot would definitely fall on the front of someone's calf, which was the most vulnerable part, the most painful part, and the one that lacked the least protection.
Jolin raised his hand and swiped it across his face. He wiped away the blood stains and tried to get a clearer look. He never thought that anyone could fight against a hundred people alone, but now he had to believe it. The little village girl danced and danced as if she was singing and dancing, but everyone she touched fell to the ground with a scream.
The people who were attacked by Gu Zhuting were all lying down. Those who didn't believe in evil and wanted to fight with this willow-like little girl also fell down. Thus, the remaining people began to retreat as if they had seen a ghost. Every time Gu Zhuting didn't wait for her to come to their side, she only glanced at them with her pair of beautiful eyes. They seemed to see a group of hornets pouncing on them, and with a "hong" sound, they fled backwards.
Gu Zhuting waved her hands casually, but there was not a trace of arrogance in her expression. To deal with these so-called Jianghu people, she, who was at the top of the food chain of Jianghu people, was more ferocious than a great white shark and more domineering than a tiger coming down the mountain. She could easily catch these so-called masters who could only dominate Baishang Town by their weak points, and deal with them in any way she wanted.
"Who is this little village girl?"
Jolin thought as he looked at the girl who continued to "dance".
Those disciples of the Smooth-Wind Sect who were beaten to a pulp also opened their mouths wide. Some were lying on the ground, some were kneeling, and some were standing. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the beautiful girl who was "dancing". There was only one thought in their minds: "Who is this beautiful girl?"
Gu Zhuting finally stopped because she found that the people closest to her had all escaped far away. If she still wanted to fight, she could only chase after them. So she stopped and walked to Qiao Mu's side. She squatted down and helped him up. The expression on her face suddenly became sorrowful, and her pretty eyes were brimming with tears.
The culprit who attacked so viciously and made dozens of strong men roll on the ground and scream miserably suddenly turned into a lonely village girl with tears in her beautiful eyes. The village girl held the unconscious Gang Leader Qiao and cried miserably, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
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