What Zuo Zhicheng didn't know was that the woman in red's methods were faster and more violent than he had imagined.
The market in the west of the city was occupied by a small gang called Quanzhou Gang. During this period of time, they had also joined in the invasion of the Hai Long Gang.
However, the originally brightly lit Quanzhou Gang's hall was now pitch black.
A few members of the Hai Long Gang pushed the door open and entered according to the order. As soon as they pushed the door open, they were pushed out by the smell of blood that assaulted their nostrils.
One of the gang members took a look inside and immediately retreated. He leaned against the wall and vomited.
It was a scene like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The woman in red walked out slowly. There were still traces of blood on her body, clothes, and hair, but she seemed to enjoy the process.
She casually tossed a black object to one of the gang members.
"Hang it on the dock tomorrow."
"Everyone will know who has the final say in Xinlu Harbor."
When the sect member who caught the item in his hand saw what it was, he immediately let out a cry of surprise.
It was the head of the Quanzhou Gang's leader.
The entire underground world of Xinlu Harbor became extremely agitated because of the arrival of the woman in red.
In a short span of five days, the heads of several gang leaders were openly hung on the docks. No one had evidence to prove that it was done by the Hai Long Gang, but everyone knew that it was a demonstration by the Hai Long Gang.
The territories that they had originally occupied were spat out one by one. The originally aggressive gangs also became hesitant under the pure bloodshed and violence.
It wasn't that they hadn't killed people before. After all, it was a competition to see who was more ruthless. However, people like the woman in red, who killed people's families, chopped off their heads, and even chopped them into pieces, were really frightening.
However, where there was oppression, there was resistance. When the woman in red's series of ruthless actions frightened everyone, it also meant that she had become a thorn in everyone's side.
However, she was like a ghost. No one knew where she was hiding. Even the accommodations that the Hai Long Gang arranged for her were all rejected. From the beginning to the end, she was the only one who contacted the Long Feiyang. She was like a fish hiding in the sea, completely hiding herself.
In Zuo Zhicheng's eyes, this information meant that she was a professional.
A professional killer, a martial artist who specialized in fighting and killing. Whether it was in terms of skills, strength, or mentality, she was far from the so-called gangsters or the Four Heavenly Kings.
If one had to make an analogy, one was a part-time job, while the other was a professor...
After many of the gangs in New Continent City were attacked, a name was faintly revealed from the Sea Dragon Gang.
Blood Rakshasa..
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When Zuo Zhicheng started practicing in the martial arts center in the morning, he noticed that there were more people coming and going.
Jiang Tien-cheng, who usually practiced with Zuo Zhicheng every morning, did not practice with him today. Instead, he kept going in and out to talk and interact with people.
'Yanwu Hall, Xinlu Boxing Club, Dragon Fist Dojo, Fist Spirit Dojo, Chaoyang Martial Arts Club …' Looking at the martial artists coming and going, Zuo Zhicheng silently recited their identities. They were all masters from the various martial arts centers in Xinlu Harbor City.
He knew that Jiang Tien-cheng had contacted these martial arts centers in order to withstand the pressure from the Hai Long Gang. He had even wanted to connect all the martial arts centers in Xinlu Harbor to form a Wushu associations. This would allow more and more people to practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies and not be afraid of violence. They would fight against the underground forces of Xinlu Harbor City. After all, there was no fundamental conflict of interest between martial arts centers and gangs. In fact, many of them were even related.
This naturally led to the lack of unity among the people, which was why they had never succeeded.
Zuo Zhicheng guessed that it was because of the pressure brought about by Xue Luosha that these dojos wanted to band together. Thinking of the so-called Blood Rakshasa, Zuo Zhicheng frowned.
Jiang Qing, who was beside him, patted Zuo Zhicheng's head and said, "What are you looking at? Focus on practicing martial arts."
At once, Zuo Zhicheng withdrew his observing gaze and began to practice the Xumi Long Fist. Jiang Tien-cheng had been very busy these few days, so the task of teaching Zuo Zhicheng was handed over to Jiang Qing.
Jiang Qing watched Zuo Zhicheng finish practicing the Xumi Long Fist step by step and nodded with satisfaction. "Not bad, not bad. Your improvement is remarkable. Although your aptitude is average, you have some perseverance and know how to work hard." Speaking of this, her face suddenly turned serious.
"But what are you afraid of during the sparring sessions these few days? You're always dodging and your punches are weak. You're embarrassing me. "
After all, he was considered half a member of the martial arts center. He was always at a disadvantage during sparring sessions, which made Jiang Qing unhappy.
Zuo Zhicheng scratched his chin and said, "I'm a little worried that I'm too heavy with my punches. What if I accidentally hit someone's vital point during sparring sessions? Besides, Hoodlum and the others have been practicing for longer than me. It's normal that they can't beat me. "
"What are you afraid of? If you're so afraid of fighting, why are you still practicing martial arts? Besides, Hoodlum and the others are not as diligent as you. You're already more familiar with this set of Xumi Long Fist than them. "
Jiang Qing said with some disappointment, "Let me tell you, training is training, fighting is fighting. No matter how hard you train, what's the use if you don't dare to fight? You're about the same age, and your weight and height are about the same. The key is courage and skill.
Let me tell you, what's the point? What's the point? What's the point of moral cultivation? They're all fake. In the future, when you're sparring with other martial arts centers, beat them to death! You'll only have the right to talk about stopping when you win. "
Zuo Zhicheng smiled helplessly and said, "Got it."
The morning passed quickly. As the afternoon came, the students who came to learn martial arts gathered in the training field and were taught by Jiang Qing.
The masters who came to contact Jiang Tien-cheng were all gathered in the dining room.
Outside the gate of the martial arts center, two warriors, one old and one young, walked in. The old man was slightly plump and had a humble expression. He looked more like a businessman than a warrior.
The young man behind him looked elegant and had the charm of a talented scholar.
As soon as the two of them entered the dining room, a group of warriors followed Jiang Tien-cheng and greeted them.
Zuo Zhicheng glanced at the two of them and thought, "Chaoyang Martial Arts Club, Xiao Jingyang, and his son, Xiao Changhe. The earliest martial arts center in New Continent. It seems to be related to the Hundred Families Association as well. "
Under the detection of infrared vision, both of their Innate Qi were concentrated on their backs. Xiao Jingyang's was purple 28%, and Xiao Changhe's was purple 9%.
"Zuo Zhicheng." Jiang Qing pointed at Zuo Zhicheng, who was holding a broom and leaning against the wall, and said, "We're short one person. You can be our sparring partner."
Zuo Zhicheng curled his lips helplessly. He could only go up and participate in this "fun".
The person who was sparring with him was Hoodlum. In the past, he had been taught a lesson by Jiang Qing. Now, he was eager to spar with Zuo Zhicheng. After all, he had been sparring with Zuo Zhicheng for the past few days. He already knew that although his opponent's fighting style was good and he was very familiar with the Xumi Long Fist, he was easily flustered when sparring. He could not even perform 30% of his skills.
On the other side of the dining hall, Jiang Tien-cheng was chatting enthusiastically with Xiao Jingyang and the other masters. Xiao Changhe, who was behind him, was bored in this place where all the elders were present. It was only when he saw Jiang Qing guiding the students that his eyes lit up and he slowly walked over.
Today, Jiang Qing was also wearing a white training suit. Coupled with her delicate face and two dashing eyebrows, she looked like a combination of a heroine and a rich family's daughter. Indeed, she attracted a lot of attention today. However, until now, Xiao Changhe was the only one who actually took action.
He walked to Jiang Qing's side and looked at Zuo Zhicheng, who was struggling under Hoodlum's fists. He smiled and said, "Junior Sister Qing, these two students of yours are not good enough. They have a foundation in Kung Fu, but fighting like this is no different from the gangsters on the street."
Unfortunately, in the face of Xiao Changhe's initiative to approach, Jiang Qing did not even look at him. It was as if he was invisible.
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