CHAPTER 270: 【136】QI AND BLOOD CONDENSING PILL, 3-CUN GANG QI_5

"Master Wu!"

As Master Wu stepped out of the flower garden, a figure swiftly approached from a distance, carrying something in his hand.

"Longhu, good, good, it’s good you’re alive." Seeing Wang Longhu lively and vigorous, Master Wu finally felt relieved, putting down the large stone in his heart.

But as he got closer and saw the person Wang Longhu was holding, Master Wu’s expression suddenly shifted.

From shock to delight, then to unbearable anger.

Even if he turned to ashes, he would never forget Qiao Qichong’s face. In his dreams, Master Wu couldn’t wait to skin Qiao Qichong and extract his tendons.

Because years ago, if it weren’t for this second disciple Qiao Qichong taking the lead in making decisions, it wouldn’t have been possible for Ma Bomeng and Tan Yuejin, those inexperienced youths, to dare lay a cruel hand on their master. They simply weren’t that ruthless.

The root of all problems lay with Qiao Qichong; he was the true mastermind.

"Master Wu, I’ve brought the person to you alive. It’s up to you to decide how to deal with him." Wang Longhu threw the crippled Qiao Qichong before Master Wu.

Two old men, in their sixties or seventies, locked eyes, with expressions filled with complexity and hatred.

After decades, these former Five Poison Sect senior and second disciples finally met again in a foreign land.

However, this was not a reunion but revenge.

"Senior Brother, it’s been decades, but you still look quite robust. After all, you practiced the Five Poison Inner Power, different from us disowned disciples."

Qiao Qichong looked at Master Wu with a mocking smile, words filled with ridicule.

"Master didn’t pass on the Five Poison Inner Power to you four because he thought your nature was problematic. He feared you’d cause trouble at home with your skills, committing crimes and getting caught, so he held back. But you four beasts repaid good with evil, cruelly killing him after he got drunk. Are you even human?!"

Master Wu, eyes brimming with tears, slapped Qiao Qichong in the face.

Qiao Qichong, now a cripple, without the Dark Force protecting him, immediately bore a distinct handprint on his face.

For decades, Qiao Qichong, who lived in luxury, had never been insulted like this. His eyes turned red with anger, "Withholding? Without Inner Power, how could we achieve Huajin? That old fool couldn’t stand our brotherhood doing well. If we’d all become Grandmasters using the Five Poison Inner Power, we wouldn’t need to struggle at home. Joining forces overseas to build our empire would’ve been better, endless wealth and prosperity for the taking. I think Master was just muddle-headed; he only wanted to stay in his little patch of earth and enjoy his retirement, never considering our glorious future!"

Master Wu slapped again, knowing there’s no changing Qiao Qichong’s malicious nature.

A selfish, ungrateful person like him is a menace to the world.

Master Wu struck Qiao Qichong’s head with all his might.

With Ming Jin’s dual explosive power, Qiao Qichong couldn’t withstand the blow, instantly bleeding from his orifices, and fell to the ground unwillingly.

After more than forty years, the formidable leader of Vietnam’s Four Poison Hall, Qiao Qichong, met his end.

"Master, if you can see from the heavens, I’ve avenged you!" Master Wu cried out to the sky, tears streaming down his cheeks.

The sense of revenge was exhilarating.

Wang Longhu stood by, feeling complex emotions, deeply moved. Today all Four Poison Hall’s experts fell at his hands.

With the crisis of surrounding the Red River District resolved, now he only had to consider how to return home safely.

Bang bang bang.

At this moment, a series of footsteps sounded from afar, making Wang Longhu tense, fearing Four Poison Hall’s armed Martial Artists were surrounding them.

Though he defeated both Qiao Qichong and his henchmen, the remaining Four Poison Hall Martial Artists’ sheer numbers posed a challenge. A gunfight would be hard to handle for Wang Longhu and Master Wu.

"Master Wu, go quickly, the Four Poison Hall’s gunmen are here," Wang Longhu warned, ready to rush into nearby residential buildings to hide.

"Don’t be afraid! Don’t be afraid! We are not bad people!"

At this moment, a standard Mandarin voice came from the direction of the footsteps, followed by a group of differently dressed people running toward them.

Leading them was a middle-aged man with handsome features, dignified appearance, and a stylish handlebar mustache, wearing a bucket hat; he was the Asian agent who had been observing the Four Poison Hall from the high-rise across the street.

"Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, we mean no harm. We are Asian detectives, tasked with dealing with illegal Martial Artist organizations, with the Four Poison Hall as a primary target."

Seeing Wang Longhu stop, the man quickly introduced himself, "My name is Chen Zeye, leader of the ’Asian Anti-Criminal Martial Artist Task Force’ from China. I’ve devoted the last ten years to combating dangerous overseas Martial Artist forces. I see you are strong; perhaps we can cooperate."

Beside Chen Zeye stood a long-legged woman with a high ponytail, strikingly beautiful, whose legs caught Wang Longhu’s attention for a few extra glances.

"My name is Winye Liuyan, from Japan Island, deputy leader of the ’Asian Anti-Criminal Martial Artist Task Force,’" the long-legged woman introduced herself.