My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

Chapter 300 - 300 Dealing With the Gang Leader

300 Dealing With the Gang Leader

“Pear Alley…” Liu Zi struggled to speak. He looked at the handsome man in front of him with fear, knowing that his poison techniques were more varied than even the Blood Poison Gang’s top shot.

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Qin Huai snapped Liu Zi’s neck, ending his last half hour of life. He looked over at the few smoking individuals trembling on the ground.

Bang!

A white light flashed in his eyes, followed by a quick movement. The sound of heads tilting echoed, and all the smoking individuals died in the narrow alley that no one entered.

Qin Huai removed Liu Zi’s bamboo hat and put it on his head. His robe fluttered, and specks of powder flew out of it. The sound of corrosion slowly rang out, corroding all the corpses.

He walked out from the other end of the narrow alley and returned to the inn to put Silver Fox back. Then, he quickly walked toward the street where the Broken Axe Gang was located.

The headquarters of these gangs did not seem to be in the most prosperous areas of the outer city, but rather in the corners. It was probably a rule set by the inner city’s major sects. This saved Qin Huai a lot of effort.

As he walked, the number of people became fewer and fewer. There were only broken walls that had been weathered for a long time standing on both sides of the street. Many of the broken buildings had already grown trees, and weeds were growing everywhere. Compared to the wide and densely populated road Qin Huai had taken when he entered the city, this place was like a wasteland.

Only a few people appeared, as if to prove to Qin Huai that this place still belonged to the outer city. He walked for more than two hours before he saw the crooked wooden sign hanging from Pear Alley.

The two neighboring alleys were empty. In front of Pear Alley were a few groups of lazy martial artists casually smoking cigarettes, looking at Qin Huai, who was a stranger. It seemed that the road to the headquarters of the Broken Axe Gang was easy to find.

Qin Huai walked over.

“Hey, you with the bamboo hat, do you know where you are?” A martial artist with scars all over his body walked toward Qin Huai.

“Stop! Take off your bamboo hat!” another martial artist ordered.

Qin Huai obediently complied and revealed a friendly expression. “Hello, Broken Axe Gang. I have a big business deal to discuss with your leader.” He then stretched out his hand and stuffed a hundred taels of silver into the hands of the martial artist who was walking towards him.

“What business?” The martial artist sized Qin Huai up, noticing the absence of calluses on his hands. One look at his appearance and he knew that he was the young master of a rich family.

“My family runs an apothecary. When I first came to Qingzhou City, I wanted to come and give my respects to your gang,” Qin Huai said with a pleasant expression.

“Good!” The man patted Qin Huai’s shoulder. “Our leader likes people like you!”

He took the hundred taels of silver and did not suspect anything. After all, the Broken Axe Gang was famous, and now they had the backing of the Blood Poison Gang. Moreover, Qin Huai looked fair and gentle, and he was definitely not an expert.

Qin Huai and the other hooligans nodded. Then, he walked quickly into the depths of Pear Alley, sizing up the crowd. Most of them were martial artists at the third or fourth Refinement, and occasionally he would encounter a great blood refinement. Scarface and his group, who he had met earlier, were not there. They should not have returned yet.

In the deepest part of Pear Alley was a two-story-high earth castle. The two guards pushed the door open, and Qin Huai walked in, greeted by a room that was decorated like an inn.

They were essentially no different from the hooligans outside the door. The only difference was that these people were all great blood refinement experts, with about thirty to forty people.

Qin Huai’s eyes swept through the crowd and instantly locked onto a burly man wearing a blood-colored coat with a protruding forehead. Not far away, there was a bare-chested man who was also a bone pattern realm expert. With two short axes on his waist, the people around him looked at him with flattering expressions.

A figure ran up to the man from behind and whispered a few words. Then, the man looked up and waved at Qin Huai. “Come here!” he said. “This is Xiong Fu, our leader!”

“Which apothecary is yours?” Xiong Fu said lazily.

“I haven’t opened it yet. If you don’t mind, think of a name for me,” Qin Huai replied, his gaze searching for the remaining two bone pattern realm experts.

“Do you know the rules of our outer city?” Xiong Fu asked.

“I’m listening,” Qin Huai said, finding the second expert.

“We’ll split the monthly earnings, thirty to seventy,” Xiong Fu said.

“Seventy percent? Isn’t that too little?” Qin Huai frowned slightly.

The lackey beside him sneered. “Seventy percent belong to our gang! The remaining thirty percent is yours!”

Xiong Fu patted Qin Huai’s shoulder and said earnestly, “You have to know that some money isn’t yours if you earn it. You have to be alive to spend it. That money is yours.”

Qin Huai hesitated for a moment before nodding heavily. “Deal! I’ll listen to you!”

Xiong Fu nodded in satisfaction. “Good!”

Qin Huai’s gaze was firm. Everyone is here. “Lord Xiong Fu, would you like to inspect the goods?”

“An inspection? I don’t care about that…” Xiong Fu waved his hand and lowered his head to continue playing cards.

He wondered if Qin Huai was an idiot. What did he know about medicinal herbs? If he wanted to inspect the goods, did he want him to taste if the medicinal herbs were old enough and if they were lacking in weight?