Some time ago, when the Shahe Gang members went to the dock to collect protection fees, they were beaten up by the pork seller, Pork Rong Lin Shirong.
At that time, not only did An Guangda and the others not receive any protection fees, but they also humiliated An Guangda. This made An Guangda feel that his dignity had been greatly challenged.
Although the Shahe Gang members had guns that could have killed Lin Shirong, he was Huang Feihong's disciple and he had Huang Feihong's protection. Huang Feihong was also the chief instructor of the Black Flag Army and the leader of the Foshan Militia.
Moreover, Huang Feihong was someone who could speak to the Governor. If he were to be unreasonable, even the Magistrate would have to endure it. The Shahe Gang really did not dare to go against Huang Feihong and provoke Bao Zhilin.
Just like that, An Guangda hadn't thought of a good solution to this problem. However, after seeing Yan Zhendong today, An Guangda, the leader of the Shahe Gang, had a new idea.
"If Yan Zhendong can easily defeat Yue Jiaming of Yue Jiadao, I will think of a way to pull Yan Zhendong into the gang.”
"Humph! When I have Yan Zhendong, this powerful thug, I won't have to be so afraid of Huang Feihong anymore. By then, 13th Aunt will be mine! Haha…haha…"
The Shahe Gang's leader, An Guangda, felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen when he thought of the beautiful 13th Aunt who was with Huang Feihong.
An Guangda, who had been in human trafficking with foreigners for a long time, had played with too many women. However, compared to a top-notch woman like 13th Aunt, those women before him were all mediocre.
Therefore, An Guangda had made up his mind to get 13th Aunt, a woman that Huang Feihong had never enjoyed before, to have fun with him. At the same time, he wanted to make Huang Feihong feel so much pain that he wished he was dead. Only then could he wash away the shame that Huang Feihong had brought him!
Just as An Guangda, the leader of the Shahe Gang, was thinking about how to deal with Huang Feihong, Yan Zhendong, who was on the other side, had already come to the front of Yue Jiadao's leader, Yue Jiaming, and cupped his fists.
"Master Yue, please!"
"Yan Zhendong, you northerner, why didn't you go and ask around? My Yue Clan's Dao Ming has been passed down to thirteen provinces, yet you actually dared to challenge this old man recklessly.”
Compared to the polite Yan Zhendong, Yue Jiaming from the Yue Clan Knife was much more hot-tempered. He had no intention of giving Yan Zhendong any face at all. He directly pointed at Yan Zhendong's nose and shouted coldly,
"Since you're unarmed, don't say that I'm bullying you. I'll let you have three moves.”
In Yue Jiaming's opinion, he was a fist expert, and his fist and feet skills were not inferior to Yan Zhendong's. However, he was a saber expert, and if he did not use his saber, he would be attacking the enemy with his own weakness. This was absolutely impossible.
Therefore, Yue Jiaming felt that he might as well be " generous " and let Yan Zhendong have three moves. This way, even if he won, he wouldn't be able to say anything.
Yan Zhendong didn't know what Yue Jiaming was thinking, but Yue Jiaming's actions had undoubtedly angered Yan Zhendong.
Originally, Yan Zhendong had planned to give Yue Jiaming some face when he saw everyone watching. However, Yue Jiaming's current arrogant behavior really made Yan Zhendong angry. He couldn't help but secretly curse in his heart,
"Since this old fellow Yue Jiaming is courting death, then this time, you can't blame me for being ruthless!”
With this thought in mind, Yan Zhendong could not help but smile slightly. He then softly said to Yue Jiaming,
"Since Master Yue is willing to give in, then I, Yan, will not be polite!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zhendong immediately stomped on the ground and turned into an afterimage as he pounced towards Yue Jiaming.
Seeing Yan Zhendong's speed, Yue Jiaming's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't help but exclaim in his heart,
"This Yan Zhendong…is so fast!”
The strength that Yan Zhendong displayed at this moment was far beyond Yue Jiaming's expectations. Yue Jiaming immediately wanted to draw his saber.
However, when he thought about his promise to let Yan Zhendong have three moves, Yue Jiaming resisted the urge to draw his sword and could only use all his strength to punch Yan Zhendong.
"Goshawk Claw!"
Faced with Yue Jiaming's punch, Yan Zhendong's dark eyes flashed. His right hand suddenly clenched into an eagle claw as he grabbed at Yue Jiaming's wrist.
"Screech!"
The strong wind whistled and formed a cry that sounded like a goshawk. Yan Zhendong's right eagle claw directly grabbed Yue Jiaming's right wrist and suddenly bent it down. The sound of bones dislocating could be heard.
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