Over the next few days, Zuo Zhicheng did not really look for a job. Instead, he was investigating the Hai Long Gang, especially Liang Wu.
Over the past few days, he had been wandering around the docks and the slums, inquiring about the Sea Dragon Gang's information, especially about the other party's military force and their various relationships with the officials. Because of Old Song's introduction, the others did not suspect him. They only thought that Zuo Zhicheng was a young man looking for a job at the docks, and that he was somewhat arrogant and naive.
Just like what Zuo Zhicheng wanted the others to think.
At night, when Song fell asleep, he would get up and practice martial arts. After all, he did not want to reveal that he knew martial arts, nor did he want to stop his practice.
However, according to the information he collected over the past few days, ordinary people and even many so-called martial arts practitioners did not know what the Innate Qi was, nor did they know what true martial arts were. Not to mention Taoist magic, which was completely a legend.
After all, they did not have Zuo Zhicheng's infrared vision, nor did they have the psionic vision of a Taoist priest. They could not see the existence of the Innate Qi. Therefore, if Zuo Zhicheng wanted to know the strength of others, it was most reliable to see it with his own eyes.
The leader of the Hai Long Gang, Long Feiyang, was a careful person. Ever since he handed over the business to the Four Heavenly Kings, he lived in seclusion and was rarely seen at the docks.
The Four Heavenly Kings were the Second Heavenly King, Qiao Zhen, and the Third Heavenly King, Liang Wu, who was known as the Black-Hearted Tiger. The Fourth Heavenly King, Li Si, and the Fifth Heavenly King, Yi Guodong.
The Four Heavenly Kings, who were able to emerge from an underworld like the Hai Long Gang, were naturally vicious and merciless.
They often appeared at the docks. For example, Zuo Zhicheng was waiting here today for the Second Heavenly King, Qiao Zhen, to appear.
At the top of the pier, a middle-aged man with graying temples was walking in the middle. Behind him were more than 20 thugs in martial arts attire. As he walked over, countless people on the pier began to retreat from afar.
Zuo Zhicheng's pupils constricted and dilated. Although he was more than 500 meters away from Qiao Zhen and was even wearing an eye mask, his infrared vision was still able to see his every move clearly.
Although there were more than twenty fighters behind Qiao Zhen, none of them had Innate Qi. To Zuo Zhicheng, they were nothing more than chickens and pottery dogs. On the other hand, Qiao Zhen's Innate Qi was not only limited to the soles of his feet. The pink Innate Qi had already spread from his ankles to his calves.
Seeing this, Zuo Zhicheng recalled that the Innate Qi of the Black-Hearted Tiger, Liang Wu, seemed to be connected to the soles of his feet as well. He could not help but wonder if the two of them were practicing the same type of martial arts.
However, no matter what, judging from the strength of Qiao Zhen and Liang Wu, if the fighters of the Hai Long Gang were all at this level, then the strength of the Hai Long Gang was very strong for ordinary people. However, Zuo Zhicheng was not afraid of them.
As for the ordinary gang members, to the current Zuo Zhicheng, unless they surrounded him on a plain or had a large number of crossbows and guns, the number of people was meaningless to him in this kind of city alley.
Therefore, he also thought about the past and present of this world. There was a huge difference in strength between the sects that had inherited martial arts or Taoist techniques and the ordinary sects in the Jianghu.
"I just don't know how many strong men there are under the three inspectors of Da Qi State, and whether they have conferred the title of Taoist priests." However, Zuo Zhicheng was just thinking about it. His target was still the Hai Long Gang.
"Then let's say hello tonight."
Zuo Zhicheng took a deep look at Qiao Zhen, who was showing off his strength at the dock, and smiled coldly. He had already left the dock.
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At night, Liang Wu was followed by four of his men. They hurried back home.
He had just come out of the Manhua Brothel after drinking wine with prostitutes. When he thought of the young lady in his arms today, he could not help but feel a burning sensation in his heart.
"Damn it, this little vixen. I'll go and take care of you in a few days."
At this moment, one of his men pointed at the shadow of the alley in front of him and said, "Third Master, there seems to be someone in front."
Liang Wu sized up the figure in the shadow and said, "Who's there?"
In the shadow, Zuo Zhicheng walked out slowly and looked coldly at the five people in front of him.
When he saw Zuo Zhicheng, Liang Wu frowned. He made a gesture to the back, and two of his men went behind Zuo Zhicheng.
He opened his mouth and said, "You, one-eyed guy, you look a little familiar."
Zuo Zhicheng slowly approached Liang Wu and said softly, "Third Master, you saw me on the fishing boat."
"Fishing boat?" At this moment, his two men had already surrounded Zuo Zhicheng from behind. When they saw Liang Wu looking at them, they shouted, "Third Master, it's just him."
It turned out that his two men were looking around to see if there was an ambush. After confirming that there was only this thin and weak young man in front of him, Liang Wu was relieved.
"Fishing boat? You, kid, are you that one-eyed guy on Old Song's boat?" Liang Wu remembered and sneered, "What? Could it be that Old Song can't pay his filial piety this month and sent you to beg me?"
"He sent me to pay my filial piety in advance." Zuo Zhicheng paused and took a few steps closer. At this moment, he was less than three meters away from Liang Wu. He didn't say anything else, and a cold murderous aura surged out, as if it was going to freeze Liang Wu's blood completely.
The short distance made it impossible for Liang Wu to react.
Even if Zuo Zhicheng wasn't so close, Liang Wu wouldn't be able to see his movements. However, Zuo Zhicheng still chose a more cautious sneak attack.
Winning, losing, glory, and self-esteem were all meaningless. Life and death were the most important things to Zuo Zhicheng.
With a loud crack, Zuo Zhicheng's fist was like a big hammer, firmly imprinted on Liang Wu's neck. It was so fast that he couldn't even see it. Liang Wu couldn't react at all, and only the sound of his neck cracking could be heard. Then, he fell to the ground.
When the four followers saw this, they pulled out their machetes and rushed forward.
However, their bodies were as fragile as glass when faced with a monster who had already mastered the Innate Qi.
Zuo Zhicheng's fist landed directly on one of their cheeks. Accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, he was sent flying five meters away.
Zuo Zhicheng's foot landed on another person's chest. Cracking sounds could be heard. That person didn't know how many of his ribs were broken and how many of his internal organs were shattered. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
Two similar sounds could be heard from the other two people's bodies. It was as swift as the wind sweeping away the fallen leaves. In just a little more than a second, there were four more corpses on the ground.
At this moment, Liang Wu had just fallen to the ground. He was grabbing his neck with both of his hands, and he kept making muffled sounds.
Zuo Zhicheng glanced at him, then lowered his head and began to search the bodies of the five people. He had no interest in talking to or showing off his strength to the dead.
Liang Wu was still struggling on the ground. However, Zuo Zhicheng's punch had not only broken his trachea, but also caused a large amount of blood to gush into his trachea, causing him to suffocate.
Although Zuo Zhicheng's strength was enough to blow Liang Wu's head off with a single punch, it was his instinct to use the least amount of strength to cause the most damage.
Liang Wu's heart was filled with fear. Zuo Zhicheng was just a young man who worked at the docks. How could he be beaten to such a state with a single punch? Until now, he still couldn't believe it.
"Spare … Spare … my life," he said at the top of his lungs. However, because he was suffocating, he couldn't make out what he was saying.
If he knew that Zuo Zhicheng wanted to kill him once and for all so that he wouldn't have the chance to harass Xiao Lan, he would definitely say, "Brother, you could've just told me. Why did you have to come and kill me? You're overreacting."
However, this was Zuo Zhicheng, or rather, Zuo Qingcang. Killing was his instinct. His most common way to solve problems was to kill people. He was also the best at killing people. His favorite way to solve problems was still to kill people.
Therefore, after confirming the information about the Hai Long Gang, he immediately took action.
Therefore, Zuo Zhicheng didn't care about Black Hearted Tiger's pleas before he died. He allowed Black Hearted Tiger's face to become more and more purple. After a minute, he finally stopped struggling and fell to the ground, dead.
Other than coins, Zuo Zhicheng didn't take any of the easily identifiable items like jade, gold, or silver. After he was done, he left without looking back and disappeared into the night.
Only five corpses were left lying on the cold ground, looking up at the sky with a ferocious expression.
In this era where there were no fingerprints, computers, internet, or surveillance cameras, perhaps it was the best time for Zuo Zhicheng to show off his skills.
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