evil tycoon

What if it bites a vital spot like the neck or the back of the head?

What if there are two or three together?

Paralyzing and bloodlustful; it would be even better if it could be poisoned.

However, Han Ping'an only thought about poisoning.

Don't let the bloodwing beetles poison people before they die.

"However, too many quantities may not necessarily be a good thing, unless they become extremely powerful."

Han Ping'an stroked his chin thoughtfully.

For a sneak attack, two or three are enough.

Even with a large number of them, raising them is quite troublesome.

We'll settle on three for now.

After a simple verification, Han Ping'an was satisfied and took out another bottle of snake blood to reward the Bloodwing Insect.

After the blood-replenishing and cultivation medicine was brewed, he drank it and then practiced several sets of health-preserving exercises. His depleted essence and blood were restored at a visible speed.

Is anyone there?

A shout came from the front hall.

"They're here."

Han Ping'an quickly finished his cultivation and hurried to the front hall.

His expression changed slightly when he saw the group of people entering the shop.

Black Tiger Gang members.

The leading burly man had a tiger head embroidered on his sleeve.

The men behind him also looked fierce and menacing.

Han Ping'an was inwardly surprised and uncertain, but quickly put on a broad smile: "I wonder if you gentlemen are here to buy something?"

Have you seen this person before?

  

The leading burly man held up a portrait.

"Never seen it before."

Han Pingan glanced at it and quickly shook his head.

Depend on.

Isn't this the guy who calls himself "Monkey"?

As expected, they provoked the Black Tiger Gang.

However, reporting is out of the question; customer first.

Furthermore, wouldn't reporting him be harming myself?

The burly man slammed the portrait onto the counter, staring at Han Ping'an and saying, "If you find any trace of this person, report it to the Black Tiger Hall. There will be a reward."

"Don't worry, brother. If I really see this person, I will definitely report it. By the way, brother, where do you live? I'll come find you first if I find him."

Upon hearing this, the burly man looked satisfied and casually gave an address not far from the front street.

"You guys go check out the other shops first."

The burly man turned around and waved to his men.

Seeing this, Han Ping'an became somewhat wary.

After his men left, the burly man grinned: "Brother Ming isn't here?"

Do you know Ming Gor?

Han Pingan said calmly, "Ming-ge has gone out."

"Do you have any blood-corrosion powder in stock? If so, I'd like five portions."

"have."

Han Ping'an's smile instantly turned warm; it turned out to be a customer.

And since he recognizes Ming, there's even less to say.

Although the Black Tiger Gang is a gang, Brother Ming is a master of bone refinement, and he is not someone that ordinary small-time bosses in the Black Tiger Gang can mess with.

In addition, there's Gu Ping'an's wild ways.

The person in front of him appeared to be only at the Blood Refinement level, and since he wasn't hiding anything, the other man wouldn't dare to act recklessly.

"Hold on."

Han Ping'an quickly started rummaging under the counter.

Soon, five portions of putrid blood powder were placed on the table.

Blood powder can also be considered a poison.

It is specially formulated and is extremely corrosive. If the powder is applied to the face, without sufficient blood and qi to resist it, the face will rot in no time.

If it gets on a wound, the sensation will be even more intense.

And its advantage lies in its low price.

One serving is only about an ounce.

"Five taels, right?"

The burly man tucked the paper packet into his pocket and casually put the silver down.

"That's right."

"Is there anything else you need?" Han Pingan asked.

The burly man waved his hand and said as he left, "When Ming comes back, tell him about the portrait. If we really find this person, the gang will reward him handsomely; it will all be his."

"I will definitely pass on the message."

"Hopefully this guy lives a long time; we still have two hundred taels worth of goods to buy."

Han Ping'an hoped that the guy would have good luck and not get caught.

He put away the silver, walked to the shop entrance, and looked back.

Several members of the Black Tiger Gang were going door-to-door distributing notices.

This scene suddenly reminded him of something.

Zhengqi Street is within the territory of the Black Tiger Gang.

During the years the original owner stayed here, although he occasionally saw members of the Black Tiger Gang coming over, they rarely caused trouble or committed evil deeds here.

In fact, the monthly contributions that many shops pay to Black Tiger Hall are not much, and they have never increased.

Could it be because of Uncle Ping An?

That can't be right.

Han Pingan shook his head inwardly. Gu Ming's cultivation was at the Bone Refining stage, while Gu Pingan seemed to be more powerful. Even if he had some connections, how could he compare to a large gang?

As thoughts raced through my mind, I saw Uncle Yong across the street whispering with his neighbor at his door. On a whim, I stepped over.

"Uncle Yong, Uncle Wang."

"Peace and safety."

"You seem to be feeling much better lately."

"It's much better."

Han Ping'an greeted him with a smile and casually asked, "Uncle Yong, who was that Black Tiger Gang leader just now?"

"You mean him? Everyone calls him Brother Ya, but we don't know his real name. He's a minor leader in the Black Tiger Gang, with a mid-stage Blood Refining Realm cultivation."

"I didn't bully you just now, did I?"

"No," Han Pingan shook his head and smiled, "He seems to know Brother Ming."

"That's right. With Gu Ming around, he wouldn't dare to do anything reckless even if he had ten times the courage."

Uncle Wang grinned and said, "Don't be fooled by how polite these guys are on Zhengqi Street. Outside, they're all incredibly arrogant, easily resorting to violence and robbery, committing all sorts of evil deeds."

"Uncle Wang, why don't they dare to cause trouble on Zhengqi Street?" Han Ping'an looked at Uncle Wang with curiosity.

Uncle Wang puffed out his chest and said proudly, "You think Zhengqi Street is full of old, weak, sick and disabled people? Let me tell you, there are dozens of shops on the street, and several of them are martial artists. Many of them were ruthless gangsters when they were young."

"Of course, the most crucial thing is that we have two experts, Lao Gu and Lao Biaozi."

Is Uncle Ping An's involvement really part of the reason?

Han Ping'an was startled and suddenly looked at a coffin shop behind him.

The shopkeeper was none other than Old Biaozi.

He's a bit older than Gu Ping'an, and those who know him call him Uncle Lao Biao.

He had some recollection of it.

He was not tall, slightly overweight, with a kind face, and always had a smile on his face.

Surprisingly...

"Old Biaozi is no worse than Old Gu," Uncle Yong added.

Han Ping'an was startled.

Good guy.

This Zhengqi Street is a place where hidden talents abound.

No wonder the Black Tiger Gang doesn't dare to cause trouble here.

Having obtained the information he wanted, Han Ping'an exchanged a few pleasantries with the two men before returning to his shop.

Watching Ya Ge and his group walk out, he slowly closed the shop door, went to the back, and raised his hand to beckon.

Swish!

The bloodwing beetle swooped down and burrowed into the sleeve.

Immediately.

Han Ping'an jumped over the wall.

Fifteen minutes later.

After robbing several shops and beating up a few people, Brother Ya and his gang parted ways, carrying bulging money bags and humming a tune as they walked home.

When I was almost home.

Ya Ge suddenly gasped.

"Hiss! What's that?"

His face twitched, and he slapped himself hard on the neck with his backhand, but missed. Half of his neck immediately went numb.

The next moment, Ya Ge's body convulsed, and he was so painful that he could barely stand, his head tilted to the side, and he felt dizzy.

"Ah~~"

"Damn it, what is that? Get down here..."

He only felt something like insects biting his neck, but his numb throat couldn't feel anything. His blood seemed to be pumped away rapidly, leaving him feeling weak and powerless.

At this point, he tried to regulate his blood pressure, but it was too late.

After a few stumbles and a groan, Ya Ge leaned against the wall and collapsed, convulsing.

In the shadows around the corner in the distance, Han Ping'an stared blankly at the scene.

He's at least in the mid-stage of Blood Refinement, and he's finished after just two bites?

Is it that Ya Ge is too weak or that the Bloodwing Beetle is too strong?