Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

These two men were hunters in the village, named Wang Zhen and Wang Bao, and they were brothers.

When Hong Lang's parents passed away, both of them came to help with the funeral arrangements, and Hong Lang has always remembered this kindness.

"Uncle Wang, is something the matter?" Hong Lang asked.

The two men handed over the meat with awkward smiles on their faces. Hong Lang didn't stand on ceremony. Knowing that hunters valued loyalty and righteousness, he figured it would be too formal to refuse, so he accepted it without hesitation.

Wang Zhen spoke first, her tone slightly tentative: "Xiao Lang, I heard you went to town to learn martial arts?"

Hong Lang nodded.

Wang Bao, quick-tempered, interrupted, "No wonder you were able to beat Niu Er so badly last time! You really gave us a good thrashing! That bastard is inhuman; he actually seriously injured you before!"

Seeing their demeanor, Hong Lang knew that the two men must have something to ask of him, so he immediately invited them into the house.

The family was so poor that they didn't even have a stool, so the three of them stood there talking.

Wang Zhen hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Xiao Lang, we've come today to ask you for a favor."

Hong Lang asked, "What kind of help?"

Wang Zhen sighed: "Yesterday, a few of us hunters found a wild ginseng in the mountains. It was at least a hundred years old and a truly good product. We discussed finding a pharmacy to sell it to and split the money among ourselves."

"Unexpectedly, when Niu Da found out about this, he insisted that the ginseng was his family's heirloom and forcibly took it. Since there was no proof or evidence, there was no way to report it to the authorities."

Wang Bao chimed in, his voice trembling with excitement: "We're no match for him either. Remembering how you kicked him over with one kick last time, we came to ask you for help in getting the ginseng back."

"We just went to check on him, and he's staying at home now!"

Unexpectedly, Niu Da, who had just recovered from his injury, started causing trouble again.

Hong Lang had previously considered killing Niu Da, but the guy knew he had offended many people, so he stayed out of the way after he got injured.

After being kicked, he never saw him again. Hong Lang was busy with martial arts training, so he put the matter aside. Now, the opportunity has come knocking on his door!

He hung up the two pieces of meat: "Let's go!"

The three arrived at the gate of the Niu family's house. Hong Lang kicked the door open with a loud bang, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

"Damn it, who dares to kick down my door! I'll..."

Niu Da's cursing voice came from inside the house, full of confidence.

But when he saw Hong Lang, he immediately deflated. The last time Hong Lang kicked him, he was bedridden for ten days.

Seeing Wang Zhen and Wang Bao following behind Hong Lang, he knew they had come for the ginseng, so he quickly took out a few taels of silver from his pocket.

"I sold that ginseng for a total of twenty taels of silver."

"You scoundrel, you only have two taels of silver at most, what about the rest?" Wang Zhen roared.

Niu Da shrank back and whispered, "I went to the city and went drinking with brothels..."

"I'll fuck your mother!"

Wang Zhen and Wang Bao could no longer contain their anger. With a loud shout, they stepped forward, pinned Niu Da to the bed, and began to punch and kick him.

These two had often been bullied by Niu Da, and with Hong Lang here today, they vented all their pent-up resentment.

Wang Bao's hand hurt from hitting him, so he grabbed a stool from the side and smashed it at Niu Da.

Unable to bear the pain, Niu Da shoved the two men aside and scrambled towards the door.

How could Honglang let him escape?

Chong Niu punched him in the face, then kicked him in the stomach with all his might. This kick was even more powerful than the last one.

Niu Da screamed and collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

"You dare to run away!"

Wang Bao kicked and cursed, "You beast! Did you steal my chickens last year?!"

Wang Zhen's eyes also reddened. He kicked Niu Da in the groin several times, cursing, "You filthy wretch! You dared to peep at my wife while she was bathing! I'll beat you to a pulp today!"

The two fought like this for fifteen minutes until they were tired and stopped. By then, Niu Da was no longer moving.

Wang Zhen, panting heavily, reached out to check Niu Da's breath, her voice trembling: "Oh no, someone's been killed!"

Wang Bao scoffed, spitting on Niu Da's corpse: "That bastard should have died long ago!"

The three remained silent for a moment, then Hong Lang said in a low voice, "Let's go all the way and kill Han Dan too!"

Wang Zhen and Wang Bao were taken aback, clearly not expecting this.

If Han Dan knew that Niu Da was dead, he would definitely report it to the authorities.

"Damn it!" Wang Bao gritted his teeth, hardening his heart. "Since we've already killed Niu Da, what's one more Han Dan?"

Under the cover of night, the three of them quietly made their way to Han Dan's house.

He was fast asleep when Hong Lang silently walked to the bedside and delivered a powerful punch to Han Dan's neck, the force precise and hitting the vital point.

Before Han Dan could even let out a scream, his head lolled to the side and he was lifeless.

Seeing Hong Lang's swift and ruthless methods, Wang Zhen and Wang Bao felt somewhat unfamiliar. The boy who used to go hungry seemed to have become a completely different person.

Wang Zhen swallowed hard and said cautiously, "Xiao Lang...you..."

Hong Lang remained expressionless and said in a deep voice, "Dump the body in the mountains; that way, there won't be any trace!"

Without delay, the three carried the two corpses into the mountains, where they chopped them into several pieces so that wild animals could quickly devour them without leaving a trace.

After dealing with all this, the three quietly returned to the Niu family's house and began searching inside, hoping to find something valuable.

Wang Bao's eyes suddenly lit up: "Look!"

Hong Lang looked in the direction he pointed and saw an old wooden box hidden under a broken jar in the corner of the wall.

The three of them took out the wooden box, opened it, and found some loose silver and an old piece of paper inside.

Hong Lang reached out and picked up the broken silver coins. He counted them carefully and found that there were a full twelve taels. He was overjoyed, as he finally had money to eat meat!

It's true what they say: those who repair bridges and roads leave no trace of corpses, while those who commit murder and arson wear golden belts!

Under the moonlight, Hong Lang picked up the old paper and examined it closely, turning it over and over for a long time. He could vaguely make out a handprint.

This was not the time to examine it closely. Hong Lang folded the paper and put it in his pocket, then divided the silver with the two men.

He received six taels, while Wang Zhen and Wang Bao each received three taels.

The three agreed not to mention the matter again, as if it had never happened, and then they went their separate ways.

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A few days later, news of Niu Da and Han Dan's disappearance spread throughout the village.

Upon learning this, the villagers were not worried at all; instead, they clapped and cheered, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

These two scourges have finally disappeared, and the village will no longer have to suffer their oppression.

The hunters in the village guessed that it was most likely Hong Lang who did it.

After all, the only people in the village who could beat Niu Da were Hong Lang and Feng Hu. The Feng family still needed Niu Da to handle some shady matters, so naturally they wouldn't lay a hand on him.

Feng Jiacai also heard some rumors and felt uneasy. He ordered his men to search the area around the village repeatedly, but they couldn't even find half a body, and in the end, the matter had to be dropped.

Without evidence, even if he suspected Hong Lang, there was nothing he could do.

As for the old paper, Hong Lang studied it several times and felt that it resembled a palm technique, but he couldn't figure out what it was exactly, so he had to put it aside for the time being.