Gou Zai Wu Dao Chao Shi Xing Nian Da Gong

At this moment, Wang Jinzhong had already rushed out of the lime area.

He wiped his face with his sleeve, opened his eyes and looked back, just in time to see the last guard being killed.

The assassin's face was covered, obscuring his features, except for a pair of dark eyes, and he was rushing towards him at high speed.

His footwork was very peculiar, his steps were like drawing arcs, his figure was unpredictable, but he was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he was close by, and his fists were like mallets, pounding towards him.

The alley was too narrow, leaving no room to maneuver.

Wang Jinzhong, showing no weakness, threw a straight punch, his entire arm like an iron pestle, the force of the punch causing the wall plaster to peel off in a flurry.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dull thuds of fists and feet clashing echoed through the alley. The next moment, both men took several steps back.

Wang Jinzhong stomped his right heel on the ground to stop his retreat, and a tingling sensation came from his fist.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief: this assassin, like himself, had broken through the skin barrier, but his cultivation level was similar. His Vajra Iron Arm Technique was the most formidable of all hard martial arts; he was never afraid to fight someone of the same level.

"Good, very good!"

"Looks like I haven't made a move in so many years, some people have forgotten my reputation as the Iron Arm!"

Wang Jinzhong gritted his teeth. He was the one who robbed and killed others; when did he become someone else's prey?

Moreover, how could someone with such strength dare to kill him?

...

Zhou Fugan remained silent. As soon as Wang Jinzhong finished speaking, Zhou Fugan twisted his body and rushed in front of Wang Jinzhong, throwing a punch like a hammer.

"Drink~~"

Upon seeing this, Wang Jinzhong roared angrily, his body slightly lowered, and the veins on his arm bulged, his skin turning a bluish-black color, which was his famous Vajra Iron Arm.

He took a step forward, and a powerful force surged through his body, concentrating in his fist, as he clashed head-on with the assassin.

Boom~~

Click~~

The moment their fists collided, a sickeningly loud cracking sound rang out.

"Ah~~"

Wang Jinzhong let out a piercing scream.

In that instant of exchange, he felt as if his arm had been struck by a battering ram, experiencing a terrifying force beyond human comprehension. His prized iron fist shattered instantly, and his iron arm broke into pieces!

huh~~~

Driven by excruciating pain, Wang Jinzhong's face contorted in rage as he swung his other iron arm toward Zhou Fugan's head.

But Zhou Fugan twisted his body to dodge the fist, and at the same time reached out and placed his hand on the iron arm, pushing and sending it forward.

Wang Jinzhong's eyes widened as he felt his iron arm being pulled by a gentle force, suddenly slamming towards his chest.

Before he could react, his fist, pushed by his opponent, slammed into his own chest without losing any momentum.

Click click~~

Wang Jinzhong's chest collapsed completely in an instant, the powerful force penetrating his back to form a bulging fist shadow, his internal organs already shattered.

"Waaaaah~~"

Wang Jinzhong coughed up blood from his mouth and nose, stared at his opponent in disbelief, and collapsed to the ground.

Click~~

Zhou Fugan quickly picked up a long knife and slashed it across Wang Jinzhong's neck, thus ending the fight.

He then searched for the spoils and quickly threw the bodies into a nearby abandoned house, where there was a large pile of firewood and cooking oil, all of which he had prepared in advance.

*Smack*

With a flick of the tinderbox, flames instantly ignited.

Zhou Fugan turned and left quickly.

......

As usual, Zhou Fugan first dealt with his clothes before going home.

"These scumbags really do have money!"

He opened the cloth bag he had taken from Wang Jinzhong; it was full of gleaming silver ingots, totaling more than two hundred taels.

Previously, whenever he felt short of money, he immediately thought of the Black Snake Gang. This Black Snake Gang was incredibly wealthy from illicit gains, and they also had a grudge against him.

After some investigation, he chose the Lucky Casino.

Subsequently, he took advantage of his job as a tailor to find out the details of the gambling den and the daily whereabouts of its owner, Wang Jinzhong.

Wang Jinzhong would leave late at night, taking with him the day's earnings to hand over to the Black Snake Gang. This gambling den had a huge daily turnover, so this sum of money was no small amount.

So he set up an ambush at a place the man was sure to pass through and killed him in one fell swoop.

"With this silver, I can raise my cultivation to the second level. My two grandsons won't have to worry about expenses either."

Zhou Fugan carefully put away the silver and then began to summarize his experiences and lessons learned. This was a habit of his; after each operation, he would summarize the lessons learned.

This battle was undoubtedly meticulously prepared. The timing, location, and method of the attack were all under his control.

However, the biggest surprise for him this time was Tai Chi.

In addition to its enormous benefits to the body, Tai Chi also greatly enhances one's fighting style.

Because he had mastered Tai Chi, his control over his own strength reached a terrifying level. He could easily use techniques like using minimal force to deflect a great weight and borrowing the opponent's force to strike back, and he incorporated these techniques into his Hammer Cloud Fist.

This time, he used these two clever tricks to make Wang Jinzhong kill himself with his own fist.

When he killed those henchmen, he relied solely on brute force, and no one could discern any trace of the Hammer Cloud Fist.

As for the punch that shattered Wang Jinzhong's arm, he used the Hammer Cloud Fist technique, but since Wang Jinzhong's arm was already broken, it was impossible to confirm that it was the Hammer Cloud Fist that did it.

"Money in hand, then easy escape—perfect!"

A smile appeared on Zhou Fugan's face.

......

The narrow alley was filled with fierce-looking, burly men.

Inside one of the abandoned houses, the place was in complete disarray, with ruins and rubble left behind after the fire.

Four charred corpses lay side by side on the ground, twisted beyond recognition, their original faces completely unrecognizable.

Several men dressed as yamen runners stood around, carefully examining the corpse.

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

The burly men outside bowed and greeted them.

Then, a tall, middle-aged man walked in with a livid face. He was Wu Xiangwei, the leader of the Black Snake Gang.

He spotted the corpse on the ground immediately and asked in a deep voice, "Coroner Zhang, how is it?"

The head constable who led the examination of the bodies stood up, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Chief Wu, we can confirm that these people are indeed the missing Hall Master Wang and his companions."

Boom~~

Wu Xiangwei punched the stone wall next to him, and the stone wall exploded, sending debris flying and blasting the abandoned house across the way into pieces.

"Who? Who killed them?"

Wu Xiangwei's eyes were bloodshot as he roared angrily.

Recently, the Black Snake Gang has been having a lot of bad luck. First, Gao Fei went out to intercept a small merchant caravan but ran into a brick wall. Not only was the entire gang wiped out, but they also offended a powerful enemy and got into a lot of trouble. If it weren't for the protection of the big boss behind them, the Black Snake Gang would probably have been wiped out by the authorities.

Now, the most trusted leader of the hall has been murdered in this alley.

In a short period of time, he lost two of his key generals.

"Chief Wu, please calm down."

At this moment, the coroner Zhang Mao showed a strange expression and continued, "Judging from the injuries on Master Wang's body, he was killed by his own iron fist. A single blow to the chest shattered his internal organs, causing his death."

"What? Impossible!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Xiangwei's eyes widened. He strode over to the corpse Zhang Mao had pointed to, examined it briefly to confirm Wang Jinzhong's identity, and then carefully felt and examined his injuries.

A moment later, he stood up and said with a gloomy expression, "The chest wound was indeed self-inflicted, but what happened to his left arm? The entire arm bone was shattered by external force."

After a moment's thought, the coroner Zhang replied, "It's impossible for Master Wang to have attacked himself. Therefore, he could only have been forced to kill himself by an irresistible force. And his arm was shattered by that enemy's punch."

"This shows that the enemy's strength is unfathomable, and that Master Wang is completely unable to resist it."

"So, the one who killed Jin Zhong was a master of the Bone and Muscle Gate?" Wu Xiangwei said in a deep voice.

"Most likely!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Xiangwei's eyes flickered, as if he had remembered something, and a look of gritted teeth appeared on his face.