Chapter 47 Severed Hand

  The remaining disciples of Qingbang retreated in disarray, their faces clearly showing fear.

  Zhao Heng is really too terrifying and overbearing, nearly a hundred combat members were beaten by him until they were picking up their teeth from the ground, what kind of power is this? In the past, I didn't think much of Guan Gong who had gone through five passes and beheaded six generals in history, thinking it was purely boasting. Now looking at it, the frog at the bottom of the well really is oneself.

  Among millions of troops, taking the enemy's head is really not a myth.

  The woman in black swallowed her saliva several times, her expression quickly changing from playful to solemn. She swiftly sent a message to Ye Shifu, saying that Zhao Heng not only managed to walk out of the bar alive but also defeated over a hundred gang members and made them retreat. Such talent is hard to come by in a century, and the First Floor must recruit him at all costs, as the benefits far outweigh the risks.

  "Ah, you...you...we are Qing Bang, Qing Bang!"

  Zhao Heng has walked up to Fei Hu and his men, the rest of the gang members rush up, symbolizing a few clashes before falling to the ground, it's unclear whether they're really dizzy or just pretending, but soon there are only four people left standing on the scene, Zhao Heng, Fei Hu, Du Yan Biao and the black-clothed woman. Zhao Heng points at two of them with his bloody knife, very arrogantly:

  "Last time I let you off, making you think I'm easy to bully."

  Zhao Heng wiped off the fresh blood on his fingertips and smiled faintly:

  "This time I'll be ruthless and let you know that revenge against me comes with a price."

  "Kid, don't be too deceitful——"

  Before Fei Hu could utter a word, Zhao Heng suddenly swung his knife and knocked him to the ground with the back of the blade. He then walked over, lifted his foot and pressed Fei Hu's head against the ground: "If I didn't have two tricks up my sleeve, you would have chopped me into minced meat tonight. My feud with Qing Bang is settled."

  "You've already torn your face apart, what's there for me to fear about trampling you to the ground?"

  "Plop!"

  As soon as the voice fell, Zhao Heng swung his knife and cut off the black-clothed woman's head. A burst of blood shot out, and Fei Hu let out a mournful cry. His left wrist had been severed by Zhao Heng, and it flew out several meters, leaving a trail of blood that was shocking to behold. Fei Hu howled in pain as he tried to move his body, but was pinned down by Zhao Heng and couldn't budge.

  Witnessing this bloody scene, Du Yan's whole body turned icy cold.

  The woman in black was also shocked by Zhao Heng's ruthlessness.

  "You shout and shout, the louder you shout, the more excited I become."

  Zhao Heng swung his machete over the Flying Tiger's wound. For someone who wanted to take their life, neither he nor Lu Meng would show any mercy.

  The Flying Tiger in the howling crowd suddenly shut up, fearing that Zhao Heng would stab him again.

  Bang!

  Zhao Heng kicked Fei Hu flying out, and then pointed the knife at Du Yan Biao, with a cold smile: "I didn't expect that I would continuously provoke the dregs of Qing Bang. Never mind, let's offend to the end. You also leave one hand behind, and then go back to tell your master not to come and provoke me again, and don't have any ideas about the Song family."

  "That property belongs to my brother, it's best for Zhang Ningyan to scram."

  Zhao Heng sneered: "Otherwise I'll fight Qing Bang to the death!"

  "Three thousand lives will be born, and I, Zhao Heng, will give them three thousand graves."

  "You——"

  When Du Yanbiao wanted to say something, Zhao Heng had already swung out a knife. The former's right hand was in pain, and when he looked down, he saw his wrist falling off, with the wound spraying hot blood everywhere. Du Yanbiao let out a miserable cry, and then fell to the ground along with his wheelchair, constantly rolling around on the ground. The rest of the gang members were shocked and their scalps went numb.

  "Leave one hand for each person."

  Zhao Heng stuck his sword into the ground and shouted: "Rebels will be killed without pardon!"

  He was determined to cut off the Qing dynasty's descendants with a desperate will.

  His voice was soft and gentle, but at this moment Zhao Heng was like a devil, the fierce aura emanating from his body made even the warm night wind have an icy chill. No one dared to question his words, nor did anyone dare to resist. All the sober Qing Bang members had despair in their eyes, tonight was doomed.

  Half an hour later, Zhao Siqing, who had been ridiculed by Zhao Heng and had a change of heart, led more than a dozen trusted followers to charge into the bar, despite attempts to stop her. She was shocked by what she saw inside. Two female companions vomited on the spot. There was no sign of Zhao Heng being hacked to death, only over a hundred unconscious Qingbang members. The most shocking thing was:

  The stage was littered with over a hundred severed hands.

  Broken arm still forms a word: Constancy!

  Zhao Siqing's whole body was covered in cold sweat: "Zhao Heng... you devil!"

  "She gritted her teeth: 'I must bring you to justice!'"

  At almost the same moment, Ye Shishi looked at the photos brought back by the woman in black, and a hint of solemnity appeared on her face, which was usually calm and gentle. Her slender fingers slid across the phone screen, and more than 100 severed hands were clearly visible. She ignored the bloodiness: "This kid is really fascinating, with a heart as kind as Buddha, and a heart as evil as a demon."

  "Zhang Xiaolin probably never thought that this time he kicked an iron plate."

  She seemed delighted: "Having lost a hundred men, Zhang Yaolin should be depressed for ten days or half a month."

  "Sister Shī, what should we do now?"

  The woman in black asked in a low voice: "Is this kid a talent?"

  "What is lacking in the world today? Talent! If we pull Zhao Heng into the first building, our momentum will rise to a higher level, and the Qing Gang, which has been secretly competing with us, will no longer be a problem. So, we must spare no expense to win him over."

  She smiled faintly and said, "Of course, as you said, pulling Zhao Heng in would require taking risks. What he did tonight has already made Qingbang want to kill him, and Zhang Lao will definitely want his life. If we protect him, we'll also be implicated, and the hidden contradictions may intensify, causing both sides to fight to the death."

  "Dou Tianxiong will definitely intervene."

  The woman in black nodded slightly and exhaled a long breath, saying: "Yes, the three major powers of Huahai, Du Tianxiong, Zhang Xiaolin, and Ye Shishi, although there are disputes between the three forces behind the scenes, on the surface they still stick together to survive, not allowing the four major families to take advantage of it. If we were to tear our faces apart with Qingbang for Zhao Heng..."

  "Du Tianxiong will definitely mediate, and if things go wrong, he might even kill Zhao Heng to quell the incident."

  Ye Shishi seemed to have considered this point, crossing her legs and showing a hint of elegance: "Du Tianxiong killing Zhao Heng, an unstable factor, and scolding me is not unusual. It's just that wealth and honor are hard to come by, and the First House has been suppressed by the Du family for years, unable to develop under their control."

  "It was so three years ago, it was so a year ago, and even ten years later, it is still so."

  Ye Shisheng laughed, sly as a fox: "The future that can be seen is really too dull. What's the difference between such a life and a salted fish? So, with the emergence of Zhao Heng, we might as well take some action. If we lose, the first building will collapse, killing off at least 30% of the forces. Du Tianyong and Zhang Lao won't kill me."

  "We won! The first floor has broken through the bottleneck, and the future is bright."

  The woman in black nodded: "Understood, but Zhao Heng has refused me."

  "It doesn't matter."

  Ye Shish kept the due charm, tapping her fingers on the chair beside her: "He had the confidence to defeat a hundred people at that time, and you also have a charitable tone, how could he agree to join the first floor? If he really hid behind your back for protection at that time, even if I accepted him, I would still look down on him a bit."

  Ye Shisheng's gentle voice was like the fragrance of orchids, making the carriage a refreshing and pleasant place: "If we want to get hold of Zhao Heng, we must do things for him quietly and without fanfare, so that when he finds out, it will be too late for him to repay us. For example, secretly protecting Qiao Song and his wife, since Qing Bang has hit a snag with Zhao Heng, it's hard to guarantee they won't resort to underhanded tactics."

  "We've shown too much kindness, it'll be easy to take down Zhao Heng later."

  The woman in black laughed: "Master sister is wise." Then she remembered something, and her voice suddenly dropped: "Master sister, I have one more thing to report to you. When I was approaching the bar, I caught two unrelated people staring at the inside with their hands. I don't know who else is secretly paying attention to Zhao Heng and his group."

  Without any hesitation, she elaborated on everything: "Because the situation was urgent at that time, I didn't have time to investigate. When I led Qiao Yuncai and Song Qingguan out, there was no trace of the other party, but I can be sure that someone was hiding in the dark, with a cultivation level not lower than mine."

  Ye Shishi raised an eyebrow: "Someone else is involved? Let them investigate thoroughly."

  The woman in black nodded slightly: "Understood!"

  "Spread the word, Zhao Heng is my friend!"

  "First floor, no disrespect allowed."