Fists that can subdue mountains and rivers, martial arts that can lead to immortality!

Upon hearing the words of the police station captain, everyone took out hardwood sticks and charged towards Jiang Wangzu.

Jiang Wangzu smiled dismissively upon seeing this.

Even with rifles, they couldn't stop him; how could they possibly stop him with a bunch of broken wooden sticks?

He charged recklessly, unleashing the perfect Tiger Form Fist recorded in the Black Tiger Earthly Fiend Scripture.

He was like a tiger attacking a flock of sheep, leaving only severed limbs and broken bones in his wake!

Although this group of police officers was numerous, the sense of crisis he felt was not as great as that of Du Bingkun's less than thirty guards.

But that's normal.

The twenty-nine gunmen came with a mission, having prepared cover beforehand, specifically to ambush and kill him.

Moreover, soldiers who could become members of a regional warlord's guard company were by no means ordinary soldiers.

Each and every one of them was a seasoned veteran, skilled in battle and decisive in killing.

On the other hand, these police officers, used to bullying others, never imagined that anyone would dare to fight back and kill them.

Moreover, their physical fitness was poor, and their shooting skills were even worse.

Most of them would probably miss even when shooting at an empty target.

In this situation, he was approached by Jiang Wangzu after firing only a few shots.

They have completely lost any chance of turning the tide.

"Bullets can be withstood by the bare hands!"

"One punch to shatter flesh and blood!"

"He's not human!"

"Run, run, run!"

"Help! Murder!"

"Report it to the police immediately!"

"..."

After Jiang Wangzu killed more than a dozen police officers, the remaining men fled in terror.

This included a squad leader and several platoon leaders from the police station.

They were terrified that if they ran too late, they would die.

"And you even bothered to report it to the police?"

"Aren't you just police officers, you son of a bitch?"

Jiang Wangzu thought to himself with a hint of disappointment.

He never expected that the police officers in Shanghai would be so incompetent.

He had originally thought they could put some pressure on him.

As a result, this is it?

"You bunch of bastards!"

"How dare they desert their post!"

"I @#￥%&*……"

Sitting in the car, Wu Kun saw this scene and couldn't help but swear, spewing out a string of vulgarities.

But Jiang Wangzu knew that Wu Kun wasn't really blaming these people for deserting their posts, but rather for leaving him behind on the vehicle.

Boom!

Fortunately, the driver in front wasn't confused. He quickly started the car, intending to speed away with Wu Kun.

But how could Jiang Wangzu let him have his way?

Boom!

He shattered the car window with a single punch and smashed the driver's skull, causing his brains to splatter and killing him instantly.

Then he walked to the back of the car, pulled hard, and tore the car door open.

A pair of cold eyes stared at Wu Kun.

"Who...who are you?"

"I am Wu Kun, the captain of the police station, and Elder Hong Hui."

"You can't kill me!"

"If you kill me, the Shanghai government, the Honghui, and even the entire Shanghai business community will not let you off the hook!"

Wu Kun's voice trembled slightly, but he forced himself to remain calm.

Boom!

He was met with Jiang Wangzu's fist.

A Black Tiger Heart-Shattering Fist was aimed at Wu Kun's chest.

Wu Kun casually opened the other car door, then pushed off with his foot and slid out of the car.

The car interior was too small, so he couldn't move around freely.

Moreover, although he has neglected his martial arts skills over the years, he still retains the basic instincts of a martial artist.

However, after he got out of the car, he didn't think about having a fight between men with Jiang Wangzu.

He had seen Jiang Wangzu make his move clearly.

There's no way he could beat Jiang Wangzu.

So as soon as he got out of the car, he ran for his life, running desperately.

But Jiang Wangzu wouldn't let him have his way.

Jiang Wangzu pulled out a pistol and fired seven shots at Wu Kun's back, emptying a whole magazine of bullets.

Although Wu Kun is a martial artist who has mastered the art of skin refining, he hasn't practiced martial arts for many years.

Once again, while fleeing unprepared, he was hit by a burst of bullets, and he had no ability to resist at all.

Moreover, even if he were still at his peak, he couldn't possibly withstand bullets with his physical body at the level of perfected skin resurrection.

After all, he wasn't a martial artist who practiced external martial arts, nor did he wear a specially made heavy bulletproof vest like Jiang Wangzu.

Wu Kun collapsed to the ground with a thud. He struggled to turn over and looked at Jiang Wangzu, who was slowly walking towards him.

"You...you used a gun!"

"You fucking have no... fighting spirit!"

After Wu Kun finished speaking, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he died instantly.

"Excuse me, but the name of my gun is 'Martial Virtue'!"

Jiang Wangzu weighed the pistol in his hand and said calmly.

Shooting requires both accurate eyesight and a steady hand.

Jiang Wangzu is a martial artist with martial arts senses, sharp eyes, and frighteningly steady hands.

So after getting the guns from Song Cang and his group, he also practiced shooting with Zhou Wei and the others.

However, he quickly mastered the technique and hit the bullseye every time.

Whether it's a stationary target or a moving target, it's all a piece of cake for him.

Just now, all seven of his shots pierced Wu Kun's heart.

The reason Wu Kun was able to turn over and say a few words to him was entirely due to the astonishing physique and tenacious vitality of martial artists.

An ordinary person would have been dead long ago.

"My money isn't so easy to take."

Jiang Wangzu took all the money from Wu Kun's body and stuffed it into his own pocket.

Jiang Wangzu didn't touch any of the pistols Wu Kun carried or the rifles in the police station.

These items are all numbered, and even if the numbers are worn away, people can still easily make connections to them.

His current strength is not yet at a level where he can rival the Shanghai police force.

After killing Wu Kun and taking the money, Jiang Wangzu immediately disappeared into the darkness of the night.

…………

Early the next morning.

The news that Wu Kun and his police officers had been ambushed and killed by a martial arts master had already spread to a small circle.

Major newspapers in Shanghai have added extra editions to report on the story.

People were filled with anxiety.

Some time ago, the guard company of Du Bingkun, the military governor of Shanghai, secretly infiltrated the city, only to be wiped out by martial arts masters.

Not long after, Wu Kun was killed while under the protection of hundreds of police officers.

The Shanghai government ordered Xu Yuan, the chief of the police station, to solve the case within a specified period.

However, Jiang Wangzu did it very cleanly.

Gu Jingyun also hired someone to impersonate him, and that night many people "saw" Jiang Wangzu, the owner of Never Sleeps, drinking and playing cards with the manager and sister-in-law Xu Zhenzhen on the second floor.

Later, Jiang Wangzu went downstairs and danced with Xu Zhenzhen, seemingly unaffected by the police's extortion.

That's why they say they're in big business.

Only Xu Yuan felt uneasy.

He was very suspicious of Jiang Wangzu.

Because Wu Kun was instructed by him to cause trouble for Jiang Wangzu.

As it turned out, Wu Kun had just extorted a sum of money from Jiang Wangzu.

He was killed shortly afterward, and his money was taken away.

Where in the world can such a coincidence happen?

He suspected that even if Jiang Wangzu didn't have this ability, he couldn't rule out the possibility that other members of the Canal Gang might have it.

He could withstand bullets with his bare hands.

Such experts are extremely rare in the entire city of Shanghai.

And they are almost all named.

Fortunately, the Canal Gang had such experts, and more than one.

It's hard not to be suspicious!