I, the public enemy

Chapter 35 The Wolf King

A thin, wiry figure stood at the entrance of the hard-to-reach transfer center. The collar of his black coat was turned up, the zipper pulled all the way up, and the collar even covered half of his face, revealing only a pair of bloodshot eyes. His medium-length hair, which had not been combed and was oily, was pulled back, giving him a damp and cold air about him.

"Is the person here?"

After entering the store, Kuang Bin looked around and asked Mo Zhenxiong. Apart from the clerk and a naive young man, there seemed to be no one else there.

"This is the one."

Mo Zhenxiong looked at Wang Qing.

Kuang Bin glanced over, his brows furrowing. This person looked like he was still in school, despite his somewhat strange aura.

"Qi Refining Realm: 30; Foundation Establishment Realm: it depends on the situation; Foundation Establishment Perfection: 200 million; Cops and public figures: extra money."

Kuang Bin cut to the chase, saying that Mo Zhenxiong was a reliable person who wouldn't joke around, and that a big deal was a big deal.

Wang Qing found it somewhat interesting.

"So... you'd kill someone for money?"

"Give me money and I'll kill someone."

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple. But since you're looking for me, and I'm currently on the run, there are risks involved in going out. Whether you kill someone or not, you still have to pay."

Kuang Bin's tone was aggressive.

Wang Qing simply clapped his hands and cheered, "That's brilliant!"

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Gray Core City, South District.

The Spider Gang-controlled area, the Grindhouse Club, the largest underground arena in the South District.

The stands are divided into three tiers.

The upper level consists of VIP private rooms with glass partitions, one-way glass, so you can only see out from the inside.

The middle level features genuine leather booths, while the lower level is a metal bench.

Wang Qing said he wanted to investigate all of the Spider Gang's businesses, its leaders, and its sphere of influence.

After a night of revelry, even though the pressure hasn't completely subsided, it's time to get back to work.

Yuan Jingang and Ali were in the Torture Chamber Club at that moment, sitting on the lower level.

The air was filled with the smells of sweat, blood, cheap cigarette smoke, and the cold, hard scent of iron filings.

The central boxing ring had no rope loops, only a polished cement rim. The surface was splattered with dark brown stains that would seep in again after being wiped away, and would solidify again after being seeped in, never truly clean.

Several punctured metal buckets were piled up next to the boxing ring, containing blood-stained bandages and severed limbs.

The Torture Chamber Club.

This fight is limited to those in the early stages of Qi Refining, with a maximum of three levels of Qi Refining.

There are many reasons, but the two main factors are the most important.

Firstly, these kinds of social outcasts are ignored by everyone. Once they sign a drug trial contract, they can't cause any trouble at all. Given their social circles, it's impossible for them to overturn the case.

But that's only secondary.

Most importantly, the second point is that for people who are tired of the aesthetics of fighting, traditional sports have lost their entertainment value and the sense of immersion in the gambling process.

In the mid-stage of Qi Refining, the spiritual Qi within the Dantian Qi Sea has condensed into liquid, and the magical power has increased more than tenfold. With Qi, one can control objects, and even picking flowers or flying leaves is as easy as shooting bullets.

The so-called torture chamber is all about primitive, bloody, and barbaric violence, with every punch landing hard. Even those in the early stages of Qi cultivation are worlds apart from ordinary people, and on the arena, they are practically monsters, capable of tearing their opponents apart alive.

It is precisely this gimmick that has made the Prank Club very well-known in the South District, and even attracted many high-end people.

Inside the makeshift hospital.

Because it has various rules that prohibit discrimination based on cultivation level, wealth, or race.

This leads to extreme repression among high-end individuals, who have no outlet for their emotions and need to vent in such places.

"No one dies, it's boring."

Ali was under immense pressure. He called three prostitutes last night and still couldn't recover. This morning, he even dreamt that Wang Qing ripped someone's head and spine out of their body while he was napping.

But there's no going back now.

He was also drinking heavily at the moment, trying to see if the newly installed prosthetic tongue would work. Since Wang Qing had sponsored a sum of money, he had also received a million from yesterday's transaction, so the money for this tongue was insignificant.

Wang Qing was unaware of the prices of prosthetics. Considering only small items, the prices were relatively high. Ali's tongue was made of an extremely advanced bionic material, not a traditional mechanical material. It only cost a little over 100,000 yuan, but it was fully functional.

What pleased Ali the most was this tongue-based attack method; it could send the bitch soaring to heaven and make her cry.

"It's still daytime now; people only die during the peak nighttime hours."

Yuan Jingang just worked honestly. There weren't many gamblers these days; they were scattered around. There were only a few dozen or a hundred idle, unemployed people sitting on the many metal benches on the lower level.

The other two members of the gang also went to scout other locations, ready to gather intelligence at any time.

A well-established gang organization.

We don't need too many powerful figures, otherwise the lower levels simply won't be able to manage them. We only need a few functional backbone personnel.

For gang-like organizations to grow stronger, they must make their underlings realize that only by continuing to depend on the organization can they create a fearsome "power".

But if you leave the gang, you're nothing but a nobody.

Therefore, most of the Spider Gang members are henchmen in the early and mid-stages of Qi Refining, with very few in the later stages, only about ten.

As for the core members of the gang, they were all at the Foundation Establishment stage, while the gang leader was at the late Foundation Establishment stage.

The Spider Gang is one of the largest gangs in the South District.

Yuan Jingang believed that there was a reason why they had grown so big; according to the intelligence he had gathered in a day, their businesses were still the same old things.

One underground bank, three ordinary casinos, one casino involved in a criminal case, a construction contracting company, a logistics and transportation company, twelve foot massage parlors, and finally, a prison club.

The inner loop has been implemented.

Money lending, gambling in casinos, and death traps in torture chambers and clubs.

of course.

The human savvy business they're currently running is taking market share from the Spider Gang, and that's their most profitable business. Now that they've come to the Torture Chamber Club, Yuan Jingang naturally knows where the raw materials come from.

Yuan Jingang looked across the arena at a booth where a man with a gold chain on his wrist, wearing a floral shirt and smoking a cigar was sitting. That man was one of the leaders of the Spider Gang.

"The last person on the list, the Wolf King, just type him up and send him out to the VIPs. I have to emphasize that the Wolf King is a really ruthless high school student. Holy crap... he killed three people from the money exchange. He's really fierce. He's also quite handsome in the photos. Those rich young ladies must be head over heels for him. If he doesn't kill them by the day after tomorrow, they might even start soliciting prostitutes. He's like a gladiator from a movie, damn it."

The man with the cigar took a deep drag on his cigarette and chatted and laughed with the person on the other end of the phone.

Yuan Jingang overheard it but didn't pay attention. The robotic arm was destroyed in last night's transaction, and the mantis knife and sword pellet were also blown up, but he had spares at home and had already asked Mo Zhenxiong to install them.

He was watching the two people fighting on the stage, one of whom was about the same age as Wang Qing.

"Isn't there a saying that 'models love to come to places like this, find people who are desperate and have nowhere else to turn, and then gently guide them into becoming underground party members, or directly send them to carry out terrorist attacks'?"

Ali took a swig of wine and complained, his nervous eyes scanning around to see if there was a model.

"Mozi" is the slang used by people in the demonic path. The words "demonic path" are considered sensitive and should be avoided if possible.

"Who knows, maybe."

Yuan Jingang was sometimes speechless at Ali. People who could reach the late stage of Qi Refining were not stupid. It was just that this unlucky guy was too cunning and had too much personality.

at this time.

A man wearing a khaki trench coat and a felt hat silently watched Fu Jun on the ring.