Intelligence Ultime

Chapitre 165

This scoundrel was so unreasonable! Wang Buhe's face showed a hint of anger, but he really didn't have the ability to make that chicken feather admit that his surname was Sun. He held back and said, "Today, there was a great disturbance at Peach Blossom Ferry, and countless people were present. You can't deny that, can you?"

The boy retorted confidently, "Why would I deny it! So what if I did it? That fat old hag with rouge on her cheeks dared to kick my Huahua! Grandpa didn't chop off her dog feet, that's too lenient! Giving her a few buckets of 'gold' is considered a favor to her business!"

“Rouge Studio!” Zhang Buchi corrected.

"I don't care what it's called!" the boy scoffed. "So, you're pimps from Rouge Qi!"

"Bullshit!" Wang Buhe slapped him across the face. This sharp-tongued scoundrel actually thought they were pimps. He was going to knock out two of his teeth to teach him a lesson.

The boy ducked down, a slap passing over his head. Though he wasn't hit, his tattered hat was knocked off, and his messy hair stood on end. Enraged, he cursed and glanced at the door, preparing to flee. However, upon seeing something outside, a look of panic and fear suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Bu laughed heartily: "Kid, you were so tough before, are you scared now?"

The boy forced a smile, raised his trembling hand, and pointed to the tower gate: "Behind...behind..."

Zhang Bu laughed and said, "Don't try that! I'm an old hand at this, I won't fall for it! You just lie here obediently and let me beat you up, then get out of Qingyang City, and we'll call it even..."

Laughing loudly, he reached out with his five fingers to grab the boy, but halfway there, he suddenly shot backward, his body as light as a paper crane despite his enormous size.

At the same time, Wang Buhe also moved, swinging his palm to split open the wooden window, and his large, fat body emerged from the accumulated dust.

As soon as they moved, the boy moved too.

He gave "Huahua" a light kick on the bottom. "Huahua" was very clever and turned to dart into the straw. The boy quickly covered it up, rolled on the spot, covered his head, and shrank into a corner where he couldn't be attacked, leaving only his two round eyes peeking out.

Outside the Yanhe Pagoda, there is a tall pine tree. On its branches hang two small corpses upside down. Only the bodies are there, but the heads are missing. It seems that they have been dead for half a day, and all the blood has been gushed out. The blood that flows down is in droplets.

Judging from their clothes, these were the same two boys who had brought the food and drink earlier.

Zhang Buchi stood before the corpse, holding a pair of short hooks in his hand. His fat face was now relaxed, his expression showing anger, sadness, and fear.

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These two children were only thirteen years old. They were abandoned babies raised by him and Wang Buhe. They were usually bright, clever, and hardworking. But now, they had been beheaded and hung upside down from a tree...

Behind me, I heard the sound of wind rustling through my clothes.

He turned around abruptly, and standing three zhang away was a man in black. He was of medium build, dressed entirely in black from head to toe, his face completely covered by a black cloth, and carrying an unsheathed, cleaving blade on his shoulder.

The thin back of the blade, the curved handle, the edge reflecting the moonlight—it was a spring night, yet it felt as cold as autumn water.

Zhang Buchi suddenly sneered: "Who are you?"

The man in black remained silent, staring blankly at the man's fat neck, seemingly searching for a suitable spot to make a cut.

His gaze was as sinister as a snake's eyes, and Zhang Buchi felt a chill run down his neck. He involuntarily swallowed.

"Are you here for my brother?"

The man in black still did not speak.

The night was quiet.

The only sound was the sound of blood flowing down from above, drop by drop, falling to the ground.

Zhang Buchi gripped his hooks tightly, his mind slightly unsettled: Why hasn't my brother Wang Buhe made a move all this time? Could it be…?

He suddenly leaped up and charged forward, unleashing a move called "Wearing Black Robes and Shaving Hair," attacking the man in black, hook and all. While still in mid-air, he suddenly felt his left foot tighten, as if it had been entangled by something, and then he was pulled downwards by a great force.

After landing, Zhang Buchi rolled over, his left hand twisting the hook until it was wrapped around a black whip. With a sudden burst of strength, the whip seemed to come alive, and his left hook flew out of his hand, but at least the whip tip binding his foot was freed.

Four figures slowly emerged from the open space, all dressed in the same black clothes and black headscarves, but with different weapons. In addition to the one who used a knife, there was another who used a whip, a hammer, and one who was empty-handed.

Zhang Buchi was secretly alarmed. He didn't know where these people came from. He hadn't fought them yet, but judging from the power of that whip strike, he was certain he was no match for them. Assuming their skills were evenly matched, he might be able to barely handle one person; two, and he would surely be defeated; three, and he wouldn't be able to escape; and four, he would only have to close his eyes and wait for death, not even bothering to struggle for his life.

My brother Wang Buhe's martial arts skills are still below my own, and now he is completely silent, so I'm afraid he has met with misfortune!

Zhang Buchi felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Brothers who neither eat nor drink may be nobodies in the martial arts world, but they are well-known figures in Qingyang City.

The two brothers have been hanging out in the streets and alleys of Qingyang City since they were six years old. Whether it's helping someone in distress or rescuing someone in danger, they've always been inseparable. It's been almost thirty years now.

For thirty years, the two brothers had endured cold and hunger together, and shared good food and drink. They had been scolded and beaten, and loved and respected. Their lives had been quite fulfilling, and they had no regrets. However, while the brothers themselves were not worth pitying, the origins of these men in black were mysterious, and they had to be wary of them...

In a flash, Zhang Buchi, panting, raised his head and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is my brother?"

A massive body landed with a thud in front of him, its head shattered, its chest and abdomen ripped open, its internal organs spilling out, and the blood that splattered out was still warm.

Zhang Buchi reached out and stroked the corpse, tears welling in his eyes: "Good brother, I'm so sorry!"

With a loud shout, he struck Wang Buhe's corpse, which then lunged at the men in black. Zhang Buchi sprang into action, retreating towards a pond to the right. However, after only running a few meters, he was struck heavily in the back by a punch.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, but ignored it. Using the force of his punch, he charged forward a few more steps, and with his last bit of strength, he threw the bamboo tube in his hand into the air.

In the still of the night, the bamboo tube shot into the sky, emitting a high-pitched and strange whistling sound.

A knife slashed down from Zhang Buchi's shoulder, his weapon flew out of his hand, and then his right arm, along with half a rib, flew off.

Zhang Buchi rolled a few times on the wasteland, then lay on his back with a slight smile on his lips. Although his brother was dead, he had still bought him a little time. And that brief delay was enough for him to unleash his specially made alarm fireworks.

The last image in his eyes was of golden fireworks blooming across the night sky.

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Now, the brothers from Jietianshui Island should know, right?

Before seeing the fireworks fill the sky, Feng Xuese was standing in the Shili Pavilion in Qingyang City, admiring the moon while waiting for an old friend.