Chapter 299 - Killing Traitors (1/2)

“Hey, you! Have you finished eating? If yes, go away. We, your uncles, must use this table,” Another one out of the youngmen in green s.h.i.+rts came to the table, knocked on it and said impatiently.

The lonely man sighed and seemed to be talking to himself, “Uncle? Hehe. Ridiculous! When did the registered disciplines of the Swordsmans.h.i.+p-seeking Sect turn into such a group of uncultivated things?”

The voice was soft, but it fell into the ears of the young boys in green s.h.i.+rts.

Those young people suddenly changed their faces.

“Great courage! Do you dare to say it again…” A young man in green s.h.i.+rt said. He stretched out his palm and patted on the lonely figure’s shoulder.

That palm contained some secret power. When ordinary people were patted, even if their shoulder blades were not broken, they would have to rest in bed at least for half a month to recover. Just then, hearing that the young man made impertinent remarks to insult the Swordsmans.h.i.+p-seeking Sect, the teenager intended to teach that crazy guy a good lesson.

Unexpectedly his palm seemed to fall on steel.

A recoil force came back. With a clicking, the face of the youth in green s.h.i.+rt was pale, and his figure was like a ball that was thrown, hitting several companions, and like a rolling gourd, he cried out due to pain. When he looked down, he found that his wrist was dislocated.

The lobby suddenly got messed up.

“What happened?” The square-faced Tian Heng and the handsome swordsman Zhang Wenzhao stood up in amazement.

“Elder Brother Tian, Elder Brother Zhang, the kid hurt our people… Why? Where’s the kid?” A young man in green s.h.i.+rt pointed angrily at the window, but suddenly he was stunned, because he was surprised to find that unexpectedly, the lonely figure and the fat white cat disappeared silently.

“f.u.c.k! Just now he was still there…”

“He disappeared in a flash…”

“What happened?”

That group of young guys in green s.h.i.+rts eyed each other and were at a loss for what to do. “The man who was still at the table just now disappeared in an instant. In broad daylight, did we… encounter a ghost? Or is that person actually a super strong?”

“Forget it. Forget it. Let’s hurry to eat and rest. Don’t stir up troubles for me.” Tian Heng waved his hand and motioned everyone to take time to eat, and he did not put it in his heart.

After a while, another young boy in green s.h.i.+rt went downstairs and whispered to Tiang Heng.

“Well, the fish is already hooked. We can draw in the net. Let’s go and act now.” Tian Heng got up and left the restaurant with all young warriors.

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In a tattered inn in the slum of Peaceful City.

In a block of more than ten acres of land enclosed by the cob walls in four sides, there were hundreds of narrow gra.s.s sheds and wooden houses; as such, they were considered to be guest houses. Those guests were extremely complicated. It was noisy and people from all walks of life stayed there.

In a very inconspicuous gra.s.s shed closest to the west, a teenager with a naked upper body and a b.l.o.o.d.y bandage sat quietly on the ground.

The mottled sunlight, through the thatch’s breach, penetrated into the house and the sun shone on the youth. That was a very ordinary face, but it revealed the youth’s firmness. His both arms’ muscles bulged, his skin was black, showing that he was extremely strong, but the white bandage had been soaked in blood, and apparently he was injured seriously.

The young man was Zhang Fan, the registered disciple of the Eastern Academy of Green s.h.i.+rts.

He was from a hunter family in Baiman Mountain. He looked embarra.s.sed with a pale, tired face and chapped lips.

There was a smell of medicine in the room.

Like a sculpture, Zhang Fan was quietly operating his power for healing.

His cultivation method was extremely strange. He did not feel any qi aura, but under the muscle surface, there seemed to be small worms crawling, and pimples protruding were swimming sharply and abruptly. His chest was still shaking vigorously like a giant drum. The strong and powerful heart seemed about to break out from the body.