CHAPTER 261: [134] RED RIVER DISTRICT, BATTLEGROUNDS_3

As long as Wang Longhu’s strength is large enough, suppose he has the strength of a million pounds, any Huajin Grandmaster would be no different from an ant before him.

Even a hundred Huajin Grandmasters couldn’t withstand a punch from Wang Longhu.

Overwhelming strength breaks all laws, that’s the principle.

As he assigned all potential points to strength, Wang Longhu’s power successfully reached 6.16.

At this moment, he could clearly feel his body like a shattered vessel.

There was an illusion of a container constantly repairing and expanding, then being filled with more water.

With both strength and physique breaking past the 6-point boundary, Wang Longhu underwent a silent metamorphosis.

"Kill, kill many, many people, once the bodies reach a level that not even Four Poison Hall can handle, Fifth Master, do you think this matter won’t escalate?

Although Four Poison Hall is influential in Vietnam, ultimately it’s just an external force. They can’t truly control everything, and as long as we survive to the end, they and the leaders of Zhiming City will be the ones most troubled.

Fifth Master, I will create a spectacle first, then you strike from the shadows; we coordinate openly and secretly, letting Four Poison Hall know that Tan Yuejin and Ma Bomeng are dead, and Qiao Qichong won’t escape today either."

Wang Longhu got up, walked straight out of the room, and headed for the rooftop.

Rooftops, with their narrow openness and a shooting range not exceeding thirty meters, are perfect for Wang Longhu to display his martial prowess; he intended to declare war on the entire Four Poison Hall there.

"This kid..." Fifth Master was a bit stunned, having served as Zheng Song’s bodyguard for years and seen many big scenes.

At this moment, even Fifth Master felt a sense of urgency, but in contrast, Wang Longhu remained incredibly calm and even showed a bit of excitement in his demeanor and tone.

This couldn’t help but make Fifth Master doubt himself: Do Huajin Grandmasters think differently from others?

...

Unit 5.

A dozen Martial Artists from the Four Poison Hall cautiously headed upstairs with guns in hand.

At the back of the group followed a lifeless-looking Cyan Dragon Mount Tai, his pupils now a cloudy grey, and patches of black appeared on his face.

If it weren’t for his ability to walk and talk, anyone who saw his demeanor would think this was an already dead body.

Bam!

With someone kicking open the door, the gun-wielding Martial Artists rushed in, always ready to pull the trigger at the sight of a man’s figure.

They would shoot without hesitation.

But the scene before them was disappointing; the whole room was empty with no sign of prior habitation.

"As Chen Chongyue said, Wang Longhu already sensed something wrong and left early." Cyan Dragon Mount Tai rasped while looking at the living room.

Then he took out a walkie-talkie: "Unit 5 is empty, Wang Longhu has probably gone somewhere else, be careful."

Meanwhile, the Huajin experts searching door-to-door in other units felt a stir in their hearts.

Their once-relaxed bodies tensed up, even Huangquan Feng in the palace.

None of them were foolish; Wang Longhu’s consecutive kills of Tan Yuejin and Ma Bomeng have already proved this person’s strength is immense.

Underestimating the opponent is a sign of courting death, and no Huajin Grandmaster would make such a mistake.

"Search the building!" Cyan Dragon Mount Tai loudly commanded, putting away the walkie-talkie.

In each of the ten units of the Red River District, Four Poison Hall’s Martial Artists were stationed to guard every household. In this operation, Qiao Qichong intended to leave Wang Longhu no place to hide until he was forced out of hiding.

...

On the rooftop, Wang Longhu sat on top of a stainless-steel water tank, overlooking the entire Red River District.

The strong wind on the rooftop blew his hair wildly around.

Nearby units were all subjected to thorough searches by Four Poison Hall, and with such thorough carpet-style searches, even Wang Longhu found it challenging to remain hidden.

Fighting to the death with a local powerhouse with massive energy, a strange thrill surged within Wang Longhu, making him tremble with goosebumps all over his body.

This was excitement.

Bang.

The rooftop door opened with a sound, and several gun-armed Martial Artists from Four Poison Hall cautiously walked outside.

They had already searched this unit, finding no trace of Wang Longhu; now only the rooftop remained unchecked.

Whoosh!

As these Martial Artists stepped out of the door, a figure silently descended from the sky.

Wang Longhu’s palms enveloped the heads of two Martial Artists, unleashing Dark Force.

The two hadn’t even glimpsed their attacker before collapsing to the ground, their brains turned to mush by Wang Longhu.

"He’s here!"

The Martial Artists behind them exclaimed in shock, hurriedly raising their guns to shoot.

But Wang Longhu was prepared. Reaching into his pocket, he made a swift throw.

A dozen marbles—the kind children play with—flew out, embedding in the bodies of the Martial Artists, killing them in moments.

Soon, only seven or eight corpses lay scattered around.

"Four Poison Hall does have some skills, with handguns as standard issue." Wang Longhu picked up a gun from the ground, sneering: "And there’s someone hiding in the corridor; don’t hide, will you come out yourself, or should I come get you?"