On the training field, Zuo Zhicheng was practicing Xumi's Long Fist with a serious face, but from time to time, he would still make 'mistakes' in his movements. Jiang Tianzheng, who was at the side, constantly corrected Zuo Zhicheng's' mistakes', and then taught and demonstrated the essentials of each movement.
After about two hours, Zuo Zhicheng had already mastered the Seven Forms of the Xumi Long Fist. His talent was not outstanding, but it was not bad either. It was above average.
Jiang Tianzheng nodded to himself. Looking at Zuo Qingcang, who was' clenching his teeth and persevering 'even though his' limbs were sore ', Jiang Tianzheng thought to himself,' His aptitude is slightly above average, but his character is still considered determined and has some strength. '
Naturally, he did not know that Zuo Zhicheng's tiredness was all an act. After all, he did not have psionic vision, nor did he know how to read minds. And Zuo Zhicheng, who had mastered the Innate Qi, looked thinner and weaker than a normal person.
Therefore, as long as Zuo Zhicheng did not use the power of the Innate Qi, Jiang Tien-cheng would not be able to see how strong Zuo Qingcang was and how strong he was. Moreover, Zuo Zhicheng was deliberately hiding his strength. He purposely made some mistakes that beginners would make. He just wanted to show that he was a young man with average talent but a determined and strong character.
His plan was to slowly reveal his martial arts talent and use a relatively reasonable process so that he could show a part of his strength on the surface without attracting too much attention.
Seeing that Zuo Zhicheng's arms were 'trembling', Jiang Tien-cheng nodded and said, "Alright, that's all for today. I'll teach you the rest of the Xumi Long Fist tomorrow. Remember to practice hard. "
Zuo Zhicheng took advantage of the opportunity and said, "Yes, Master."
"Let's go and have breakfast together." Jiang Tien-cheng said with a smile and did not refute. He turned to Jiang Qing and said, "Let's go, Qing Qing. Let's go and have breakfast."
Jiang Qing made a gesture of stopping and took a deep breath. She glanced at Zuo Zhicheng and walked towards the dining hall without saying goodbye.
Zuo Zhicheng looked at Jiang Qing's back curiously and thought, 'Huh? Did I offend her? '
Of course, he didn't know that yesterday, he had already left an impression on others that he was an overachiever who liked to slack off. Today's scene of him working hard contradicted yesterday's' performance '. Naturally, Jiang Qing thought that he was slacking off in front of her father.
In the dining hall, Zuo Zhicheng sat down. The porridge he had at home in the morning had already been digested. His stomach was growling when he saw Xiao Lan and another middle-aged woman serving a large plate of steamed buns, soy milk, and porridge.
Zuo Zhicheng wanted to be polite, but as soon as the dishes were served, the father and daughter pair began to devour like crazy. Jiang Qing, who usually looked valiant, did not look like a girl at all. She finished a steamed bun in two mouthfuls, moved her mouth a few times, and drank a mouthful of soy milk before swallowing everything.
On the other side, Jiang Tien-cheng ate even faster. He casually grabbed a steamed bun and threw it into his mouth. He swallowed it in a few mouthfuls and then lowered his head to drink the porridge. The porridge made a gurgling sound like a cow drinking water.
'He really has the demeanor of a martial artist …' Zuo Zhicheng smiled slightly. He also knew that the Jiang father and daughter exercised a lot every day. Moreover, they practiced the True Martial Arts, so their ability to absorb food was especially strong. Thus, it was normal for them to eat like this.
Jiang Qing, who had just stuffed another steamed bun into her mouth, blushed when she saw Zuo Zhicheng's smile. This was the first time she had been seen eating by a man other than her father. Her natural female shyness surged up.
However, she immediately glared at Zuo Zhicheng and took a big bite of the steamed bun. She seemed to eat even faster.
Zuo Zhicheng saw that the food was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, so he quickly joined in. Xiao Lan giggled when she saw the three of them gobbling up the food.
"Brother Zuo, Sister Qing, eat slowly. There's more!"
"Zuo Zhicheng, eat slowly. Although we'll cover breakfast for you, if you eat so much for every meal, we'll have to pay for it."
"Senior sister, I don't eat as much as you."
"Who's your senior sister?"
…
The northern part of the city was filled with pavilions and halls. Compared to the slums in the southern part of the city, it was like the difference between heaven and earth.
In a courtyard in the northern part of the city, five corpses were placed on the ground. They were covered with white cloth.
A hale and hearty old man with a head full of white hair was holding a walking stick. He looked at the corpses on the ground with a gloomy face. As his face darkened, the atmosphere in the courtyard was unusually heavy. It was so heavy that it felt like it could drip water.
All the members of the Hai Long Gang lowered their heads, not daring to look at the old man. It was as if the old man was some kind of scourge.
In front of the old man stood the other three of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Hai Long Gang: Qiao Zhen, Li Si, and Yi Guodong. Li Si was a young man with an arrogant expression. He was the only one in the courtyard who looked at the old man fearlessly.
Beside him, Yi Guodong was a fatty with a solemn expression. The fat under his chin almost made it impossible to see his neck clearly.
The white-haired old man lifted the white cloth on the ground, revealing Liang Wu's ashen face. He pressed his hand on the corpse's neck and sneered.
"Killed with one punch. Suffocated to death. It was done by an expert. "After saying that, he turned to look at Liang Zhen." Any news? "
Liang Zhen reported, "The scene was in a remote alley. It was too late and they acted too quickly. There were no witnesses."
The gang's matter was settled. At the first moment of the incident, Liang Zhen personally took action and brought the corpses back to the Hai Long Gang. He also stopped the families of the five victims from reporting the case and gave them a settlement fee.
After hearing Liang Zhen's words, the old man was silent. He checked the remaining four corpses one by one. The housekeeper on the side brought warm water and a handkerchief for the old man to wipe his hands. The old man wiped his hands and said, "Ah Si, we can occupy the largest port in New Continent and monopolize 80% of the business. What do we rely on?"
Li Si smiled. The black dragon tattoo on his cheek danced and twisted. "Because we are ruthless enough. We are ruthless to others and even more ruthless to ourselves. That's why others are afraid of us."
The old man did not comment and asked, "Ah Dong, who do you think did it?"
The middle-aged fatty with a solemn expression said, "I don't know who did it either. But in the entire New Continent port, I know of only one person who can kill Third Brother with one punch.
The New Continent Divine Fist, Jiang Tien-cheng. "
"Jiang Tien-cheng …" The old man said coldly, "Someone wants to fight with our Hai Long Gang?
Then let them regret it for the rest of their lives. "
He turned his head and looked at the gray-haired Liang Wu, the arrogant Li Si, and the fatty Yi Guodong. He said calmly, "I'll leave this matter to the three of you. I don't care how you solve it. As long as you solve it, all the business under Ah Wu will be handed over to you."
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