The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 68 Counterattack
Spring and Summer Street.

Tang Jiang covered his bleeding abdomen and staggered forward.

From time to time he turned his head and looked behind him, his eyes filled with fear.

He didn't understand why things turned out like this?

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An hour ago, Tang Jiang led his two younger brothers and staggered into a pawnshop.

Bang, bang, bang! I slammed the door hard:

"Where are the people? Are they all dead?"

"Coming, coming," the shopkeeper in a long gown came running towards the sound.

Looking at the three people, he asked in confusion:

"What can I do for you three?"

The boy who knocked on the door turned around and pointed his back at the shopkeeper:
"Didn't you see these two huge words? We are from the Jingtao Gang! We are here to collect our money!"

The shopkeeper looked at the two characters Jing Tao embroidered on the back of the young man and frowned, "Didn't we just pay it a while ago?"

Before he finished speaking, another younger brother quickly stepped forward and grabbed his collar with both hands:
“You ate yesterday, but you’re not going to eat today?

I asked you to pay, why are you talking so much nonsense! "

“It’s okay if you don’t pay. Things are so chaotic these days. What if something happens to your shop?
Will we take care of it or not when the time comes?"

Tang Jiang said with a smile.

The shopkeeper thought for a moment, sighed, and took out a piece of silver from his pocket.

When the younger brother saw this, his eyes lit up. He snatched it away and turned to hand it to Tang Jiang.

"Brother Tang, here you go."

Tang Jiang nodded and put a piece of silver into his arms.

"Brother, please go back and tell me.

Business has been bad during this period.

Originally it was collected once a month, but now it is collected three or four times a month.

If we continue to collect like this, no one will be able to bear it."

Tang Jiang cupped his hands and said, "Don't worry, there won't be any more this month."

The shopkeeper didn't believe him. The man who collected the money last time said the same thing. What was the result?
He smiled bitterly and bowed in return. "That's good."

Just as Tang Jiang was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something and turned around and asked:
"By the way, shopkeeper, what's going on today? Why are there so few people on the street?"

The shopkeeper walked out of the shop and pointed to the south.

"I heard that the government posted a notice that the government is not allowed to enter here, so everyone went outside to see."

Tang Jiang sneered: "How many people can read? Still want to read the notice? It's better to make more money if you have the time."

“People don’t go to read the notices, they go to collect the money.

Just stand in front of the notice and listen to the yamen runner read out the contents of the notice, and you can get five copper coins. "

Tang Jiang was slightly stunned. Did he hear it right, that the government office was distributing money?
The shopkeeper seemed to read his mind: "I wonder, too, what exactly is the notice? Give money to people to read it."

After a while, Tang Jiang and his two younger brothers came to a remote alley.
Tang Jiang chuckled and took out a piece of silver from his pocket.

"Did you see that? I told you, don't be afraid, the Jingtao Gang has no time to bother with us."

“Brother Tang, how about we stop after today?

These past two days, I've seen more and more people dying on the streets, and I'm a little worried about my little family.

My wife wants me to go back and take care of them during this time."

A younger brother said worriedly:
“Yes, we have collected almost all the money in the past few days, enough for our whole family to spend for a long time.

Stay out of the spotlight first, and continue when you come back."

Another younger brother spoke up and agreed.

Tang Jiang frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but the worry in his two younger brothers' eyes blocked his words.

He could only nod impatiently:

“Okay, but let’s make it clear in advance that today we have to finish collecting all the places we haven’t collected before.

Not many, just three streets.”

The two younger brothers nodded in agreement.

Afterwards, the three of them continued to collect money from door to door.

If there is no one in the shop, they will silently note it down and come back to collect it later.

Half an hour later, three people with smiling faces walked out of the shop at the end of the street.

At this time, Tang Jiang discovered that there were more people on the street. They should be those who had read the notice and returned.

So, he and his two younger brothers walked to a stall on the street that had just been empty.

The owner of this wonton stall is an old lady.

Tang Jiang sat on the chair and shouted at the old woman to serve the food quickly.

Glancing at the Jingtao embroidered on the backs of the three people, a strange look flashed in the old woman's eyes.

After a while, boom, boom, boom,

Three bowls of steaming wontons were served.

"Hey! Be careful!" A younger brother pulled back his right hand that was scalded by a porcelain bowl.

The old woman apologized quickly: "I'm sorry, I'm old and my eyesight is not good."

Another younger brother took the opportunity to ask for money

"People from Jingtao Gang, come and collect the money."

The shopkeeper nodded: "Of course, of course."

"Mother Li, do you need help?"

Suddenly, a peddler carrying a load on his shoulder came to the stall and asked.

Tang Jiang discovered that the peddler's eyes were fixed on him and his two other brothers.

He slammed the table hard:
"What are you looking at! Jing Tao is helping! Get out!"

In the past, the vendors would have been scared away long ago.

But today, for some reason, the hawker didn't leave. Instead, he stared at Tang Jiang and the other two even more unscrupulously.

The two younger brothers suddenly stood up and pointed at the vendor:

"wanna die!"

While the younger brother was arguing with the vendor, Tang Jiang sensed something was wrong and looked around.

The pedestrians, hawkers, shop assistants, all the people seemed to be looking at the three of them.

The light in his eyes made Tang Jiang feel uneasy.

He slowly stood up, walked in front of the two younger brothers, and whispered:
"It doesn't seem right, walk slowly."

"Young man, why don't you eat?"

Tang Jiang turned his head following the voice and was about to speak.

Phew!

There was a sharp pain in my abdomen.

He lowered his head in disbelief.

The old woman just circled the sharp knife in her hand around his abdomen.

His wrinkled face was transformed into a smile, and he shouted:
“They have never practiced martial arts!!!”

Crack! The vendor swung his load and smashed it hard on the defenseless boy's head.

The wooden pole broke into pieces, and the sudden pain frightened the little brother so much that he covered his head and screamed in fear.

"He's mine!" the peddler roared, and with both arms he used all his strength to swing the broken load towards his younger brother who was covering his head.

Bang! The broken wooden pole hit my right cheek hard.

As the wooden thorn pierced into it, it also knocked it to the ground.

"Run! Run!"

Tang Jiang roared, kicked down the old woman wielding a knife, grabbed his frightened younger brother, and ran away.

The two of them didn't understand why the people who were usually bullied by others would be so vicious now?
Just as I ran away from the stall for a distance, a wooden stick suddenly stretched out from a stall.

Tang Jiang jumped up and dodged the wooden stick that was sweeping across from below.

Bang! The little brother he was holding was hit on both legs by the wooden stick.

He was forced to let go and fell to the ground howling in pain.

"Brother Tang! Save me!"

While running, Tang Jiang turned his head and looked at his younger brother who was reaching out to him on the ground.

The next moment, BANG!!

The clerk in the shop grinned and hit the younger brother on the head with a wooden stick.

The hand that the younger brother stretched out fell to the ground immediately.

Recalling what had just happened, Tang Jiang panted and turned into the alley.

The wound on his abdomen became larger due to his running, and blood gushed out like a fountain, which could not be covered by his hands.

A moment later, he lost too much blood and sat paralyzed in the alley, at a loss.

At this moment, there were footsteps coming from the alley.

He turned his head suddenly and saw four or five civilians chasing after him along the blood trail.

At this point, Tang Jiang could no longer care about anything else.

He waved his hands at the people and cried out in a sobbing voice:

"I'm not from the Jing Tao Gang! I'm just pretending to be them to collect the money!
I will return the money to you! Please spare my life!"

The people were stunned and looked at each other, wondering... what to do.

"No! You're wearing the clothes of the Jing Tao Gang! You're the pirates!"

A sturdy man holding a hatchet walked forward quickly.

"No..." Before Tang Jiang could utter the word "yes", the hatchet was swung down suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, people rushed forward.

The creepy sound of chopping meat immediately rang out in the alley.

(End of this chapter)