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Chapter 88: Chapter 12 Killing the Chicken to Scare the Monkey, Hunting Time Begins

The doors of the shanty town were made of wooden planks and were inherently fragile.

Under this single kick, they directly collapsed into several pieces, scattering on the ground.

Inside the house, Shen Qing and Shen Xiaohu had just finished setting up their bed and were tidying up when they saw a burly man standing at the doorway.

"Newcomers, do you know the rules? Settling down here without Brother Biao's permission, are you tired of living?"

"Brother Biao?"

Shen Qing and Shen Xiaohu looked at each other, unfamiliar with the name.

In the past twenty days, every time Tian Xiaohu went into the city to sell mountain goods, Shen Qing would ask him to find out the news in the city.

He had also paid attention to West City.

He knew that since Zhao Ba was killed by him, many new faces had emerged in West City, intending to form new gang powers.

He had heard of a couple of fierce fights.

But he had absolutely no impression of this so-called Brother Biao.

He must be some minor leader not well known in West City.

He truly lacked vision.

With so many of them carrying knives and sticks, one could tell they were not to be trifled with; yet they had still come knocking, looking for trouble. Weren't they asking for death?

Shen Qing touched the bow and arrow that had yet to be hung on the wall and sighed deeply, showing a look of regret.

He really didn't want to leave a bad impression on his neighbors right away.

"I don't know who Brother Biao is, and I don't want to know."

Shen Qing's gaze locked on the burly man at the doorway, his wrist flicked, and the bow was instantly drawn taut.

With a swish, the bowstring vibrated, and the arrow shot forth.

Shen Qing moved as fast as lightning, his actions fluid and pleasing to the eye.

There were no fancy moves, just a precise and correct strike.

The arrow turned into a line, hitting the burly man directly in the throat.

The burly man was pierced by the arrow, blood spurting out instantly.

He widened his eyes in shock, trying to cover the wound with his hands, but it was futile.

The burly man could never have imagined that the young man inside the house would be so decisive and resort to violence without a word.

Under Shen Qing's gaze, the burly man slumped sideways with a thud and fell to the ground.

His neck caught on the threshold, blood continuously dripping down.

The body of the burly man trembled a few times in the pool of blood, then lay still.

Shen Qing withdrew his gaze, looking at the bow in his hands.

With his current strength, he could at least handle a heavy bow of twenty stones.

This bow had at best the strength of five stones, to him it was like a child's toy, far too weak.

It could only deal with ordinary people.

If he encountered any powerful martial masters, such a bow would be of no use at all.

He needed to make a new bow.

As he was thinking about the bow and arrows, Shen Qing suddenly heard a commotion outside the house.

He frowned and took several more arrows before stepping outside.

Seeing that the area outside the house was swarming with people, he realized something.

They had come in a group of nearly forty people.

The one who had burst into his house was just an unlucky soul, and it wasn't a targeted act against him.

This time, it seemed like there were many of them, but in reality, excluding the women and the elderly, the actual number of hunters, including him, was only twenty-three.

The other side was almost twice their number.

No wonder they were so arrogant.

No wonder they were so foolish to dare come knocking for a fight.

The night was as dark as ink.

At this moment, the quiet shanty town streets had been broken by this sudden clamor.

The dim, flickering lights of the shanty area illuminated the ferocious faces of over forty gang members.

They carried sticks and some had short knives hanging at their waists that gleamed with cold light, aggressively pouring into this newly settled area.

The villagers of Hongshan Village were busily packing their belongings, only to be interrupted by this sudden riot.

Many women and children, terrified, started to scream in horror.

The gang's leader was a burly man, his face covered in horizontal scars, with a broad back and thick waist.

He glared viciously at the villagers and shouted loudly, "This place is my Tang Biao's turf. You all move in without saying a word, did you even say hello to me?"

"These houses were empty to begin with, how can you say it's your turf?"

The hunters of Hongshan Village weren't the type to suffer losses easily, and they clashed fiercely.

"If I say it is, then it is."

Tang Biao's face, with its horizontal scars, twitched as his entire body's Qi-Blood surged. He suddenly lunged forward, hitting a villager like a wild boar and sending him crashing into a shack.

That villager, like a kite with a snapped string, flew backward, crashing into the shanty.

The simple shack was instantaneously smashed to pieces.

The villager rolled on the ground in agony.

This was someone who had learned martial arts.

These hunters were no match for him.

A ferocious smile flashed across Tang Biao's face.

Once trained in martial arts, merely relying on strength could overwhelm three to five men, allowing one to dominate the village fiercely.

His Great Perfection of Qi and Blood was anyhow stronger than those mere martial arts novices.

In the past, under Zhao Ba, he had to bend over backwards and live like a subdued man.

But now with Zhao Ba dead and without a leader, it was the perfect time for him to flex his muscles.

He needed to claim a spot in this chaotic shanty town, no matter what.

The people before him dared to invade his turf without even a greeting.

Even if he didn't want to take action, his followers would keep pushing him.

Otherwise, everyone would think him cowardly, and the recently risen group of forty would likely cut in half in no time.

In this place, everyone talks about loyalty, but no one really practices it.

Whoever has the strongest fist can secure the best and richest parts of West City.

Tang Biao wasn't very clear about these people's backgrounds.

It was purely a gamble.

If he won the bet, by keeping these people in check, he could strengthen his troop and consolidate their loyalty, thus securing his position even more.

If he lost, it would be the end of him.

If you want to be in a gang, you can't be scared of these things, or you shouldn't be in a gang at all.

A glint of cold light flashed in Tang Biao's eyes. He shook the fat on his body and slowly pressed towards the villager in front of him.

He intended to make an example by killing the chicken to scare the monkeys; this villager was that chicken.

"Die!"

Tang Biao clenched his fists together and swung downward.

An arrow, from a sinister angle, sped directly toward his waist.

His face changed color, his feet kicked out, shifting him an inch to the side.

The arrow pierced right into his belly.

Waves of piercing pain emanated from his lower abdomen.

Tang Biao suddenly looked in the direction of the arrow, only to see a young man swiftly taking another arrow and notching it to his bow.

His face twisted with ferocity as he commanded, "Kill him."

Shen Qing looked at the surrounding roughnecks closing in, his face devoid of any panic; instead, there was a hint of excitement. He licked his lips and said, "Gentlemen, the time for hunting has come; let's hunt!"

Whoosh!

Shen Qing suddenly released the bowstring, and arrows flew like a string of pearls.

The charging ruffians were caught off guard in the night, each one reeling back, collapsing to the ground, dead or alive unknown.

As soon as Shen Qing finished speaking, Tang Biao suddenly felt the atmosphere around him turn strangely eerie.

Sounds of rustling constantly emerged around him.

The villagers, fearless of death, in the darkness, their eyes suddenly emitted bursts of red fierce light.

Just like... just like a pack of hungry wolves!