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Another person was knocked away, crashing hard into a pillar, and fell silent shortly afterward.

"cut!"

Seeing Jiang Ning using their men as weapons, the other gang members also became ruthless, wildly slashing at the men in Jiang Ning's hands with their knives, and soon they were covered in blood and gore.

Jiang Ning released his grip, then flashed to one of the men and swept him away with a kick. He then grabbed the man's ankle and slammed him into another man's body.

Jiang Ning's force was so great that it directly caused the person to break bones and tendons.

In this short period of time, Jiang Ning killed dozens of people.

The other gang members no longer dared to rush forward, and looked at Jiang Ning in fear.

The next second, these people scattered and began to run away.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Ning immediately gave chase.

A man was frantically fleeing when he suddenly sensed something amiss behind him. Turning around, he saw a person wearing a strange mask rushing towards him.

The man was so frightened that his soul almost left his body.

So many people aren't chasing after him, but he's the only one being pursued.

The moment this thought crossed his mind, he suddenly realized that his gaze had shifted and the whole world had turned upside down.

After beheading the man with a single stroke, Jiang Ning turned and began chasing after the others.

After a long while.

Jiang Ning stood beside a corpse, the knife in his hand already soaked in blood.

Blood dripped down the blade, making a soft, ticking sound in the quiet night.

Jiang Ning glanced at the scattered corpses around him, casually tossed the knife aside, removed the mask from his face, and left.

Early the next morning.

The headquarters of the Tianhe Gang.

Huang Bolu was drinking tea in the main hall when Huang Ying walked in.

"No."

Huang Bolu put down his teacup and looked at her: "Did you find it?"

Huang Ying shook her head: "No."

"I've already had people search the city, but I haven't found any trace of those enemies you mentioned, Father."

Huang Bolu did not speak upon hearing this.

The mysterious man killed so many people in his gang, and he didn't know the man's identity, so he could only point the finger at his former enemy.

Yesterday, he had Huang Ying lead the Tianhe Gang members to search the city to see if his enemies had come to Kaifeng, but they found nothing.

"Father, so you're saying this is targeting us?"

Huang Ying sat down as well and couldn't help but ask.

Just as Huang Bolu was about to speak, a person walked in from outside the door.

"Boss!"

Huang Bolu's heart sank when he saw the panic on the man's face.

"What's the matter?"

The man exclaimed in terror, "Boss, one of our branches was massacred last night!"

Chapter 311: Fire

"what?"

Huang Boliu stood up in surprise.

"Boss, our entire gang at the Yellow River dock has been wiped out!!"

The man exclaimed in alarm.

Huang Bolu's face was extremely gloomy.

how many years.

No one has ever dared to provoke the Tianhe Gang like this.

Huang Bolu suppressed his anger and asked, "What happened? Tell me in detail."

“This morning, many people went to the Yellow River dock to take a boat and found that one of our halls was full of corpses. All the dead were our people.”

Upon hearing his subordinate's reply, Huang Boliu's face turned extremely ugly.

He immediately thought of what had happened at their base the night before.

This was a premeditated attack.

"What's the situation at the scene? What are the signs of a struggle? Did the enemy leave any clues?"

Huang Bolu asked for more specific details.

The other party killed so many of his people and wiped out one of his gangs. Huang Bolu urgently needed to figure out whether this was done by one person or with helpers.

The gang member shook his head: "Boss, the other side left no trace. We have all seen the scene. The dead brothers had knife wounds. After comparing the wounds, we found that it was our knife that was used. Some of the brothers' bodies had broken bones from being smashed. Judging from the position of the bodies at the scene, the other side did not have many people. Many of the brothers' bodies were outside. They must have been chased to death."

Huang Bolu remained silent, then got up and walked outside.

"You shall all come with me to take a look."

Huang Bolu led his entourage in a grand procession towards the outskirts of Kaifeng Prefecture, all the way to the Yellow River.

At this time, a large number of people gathered at a dock on the banks of the Yellow River.

"Get out of here, all of you! What are you doing gathered here?"

The members of the Tianhe Gang roughly pushed aside the onlookers, and some civilians who were unable to dodge were kicked away, which immediately caused a commotion.

Huang Bolu watched this scene with a grim expression, but didn't look at it. Only after his men cleared a path did he walk in, surrounded by his men.

As soon as you get close, a strong smell of blood hits you.

Corpses lay scattered all over the ground, and the hall was a complete mess.

Huang Bolu's face was grim. Without saying a word, he went to one of the corpses and carefully examined its injuries.

After a while.

Huang Boliu frowned, stood up, and looked at the other corpses. He remained silent until he had examined more than a dozen corpses before ceasing his observation.

The style of the martial arts is not discernible.

Huang Boliu examined more than a dozen corpses and found that the wounds on these people were not caused by any particular school or sect of martial arts. It seemed that the person who attacked them was a self-taught individual, and his lineage was unknown.

But Huang Bolu knew this was impossible; the other party was hiding their identity and preventing him from guessing who they were.

Huang Boliu frowned as he looked around, his mind racing.

Upon seeing the corpses, he knew that the other party was probably just one person. If there were multiple people, this wouldn't have happened. It's impossible that they couldn't even discern a single martial arts style.

Under normal circumstances, once someone has learned martial arts and practiced the moves, no matter how well they try to conceal it, the traces of their moves will still be traceable, such as the sword techniques of the Hengshan School.

However, when Huang Bolu examined these corpses, he found that their wounds were very random, and each one had died in a different way.

After examining the body, Huang Bolu's mood sank to rock bottom.

He is also a martial artist, and his skills are among the best in the martial arts world. Although he is over eighty years old, he still has a broad vision.

Huang Bolu knew that there were very few people in the martial arts world who could do this, but those people were all leaders of major sects and would not hide their identities to cause him trouble.

Moreover, judging from such bloody methods, it doesn't seem like something they would do.

Huang Bolu, unable to find a solution, was filled with doubt and frustration.

"Boss, the government officials have arrived."

One of the gang members stepped forward and whispered.

Distracted from his train of thought, Huang Bolu looked around and saw a group of officials dressed in yamen runners waiting outside.

"Let them in."

Huang Bolu waved his hand casually.

"Yes."

The gang member retreated, and soon after, a constable came over, bowing and scraping respectfully to Huang Boliu.

"Master Huang."

The constable wore a fawning smile: "I heard that your gang's brothers have been murdered. The prefect sent me to see if there's anything I can do to help Master Huang."

Huang Bolu nodded slightly.

"On behalf of Huang, I thank the Prefect."

He has no plans to ask the government for help yet. He has no clue what to do right now, and it would be useless to ask the government to get involved.

He knew better than anyone the capabilities of these good-for-nothings.

After inspecting the scene, Huang Bolu prepared to leave.

It was already evening when they returned to their camp.

"father."

As soon as he returned to the Huang residence and sat down, Huang Ying walked towards him with a solemn expression on her face.

Seeing that his daughter's expression was the same as that of his previous subordinates, Huang Bolu's heart skipped a beat.

"what happened?"

Huang Bolu had a bad feeling.

At this moment, three gang members walked out from behind Huang Ying.

"Boss, the Xingwu Hall has been massacred."