Chapter 17: Light Kung Fu Flying on the Grass

There were several silver bills, some loose silver, and gold and silver jewelry in the secret compartment.

Zhao Ya took up the silver bills with gloves on and looked at them.

These silver bills were from the largest silver bank in Yunxiao County, Baotong Bureau.

The largest denomination was one hundred taels, and the rest were mostly twenty or thirty taels, which added up to about three hundred taels.

Zhao Ya was naturally not polite and accepted all the silver bills with a smile. The remaining loose silver and gold and silver jewelry were also put into the deerskin bag prepared in advance.

"Is that all?"

"Good man, that's really all. The Black Snake Gang is just an inconspicuous small gang. It doesn't have any financial resources on weekdays. These silver bills are accumulated over many years." Fan Hao said with a bitter face.

But Zhao Ya observed the expression of Fan Hao and found that his eyes were erratic when he spoke, and he was obviously hiding something.

He was not polite either, and raised his hand and stabbed the short knife into Fan Hao's thigh.

Blood splattered, and Fan Hao screamed in pain.

"Are you still unwilling to tell the truth?" Zhao Ya said coldly, while holding the knife handle and twisting it slowly.

Fan Hao's fat face turned pale with pain, and his whole body trembled.

"Good man, spare my life, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"

Fan Hao knew that the man he met today was an absolute killer. If he dared to hide anything again, he would really chop him with a knife, so he had to tell everything.

It turned out that there was a movable floor tile next to the secret compartment under the bed. After the floor tile was pulled out, there was an oilcloth package inside.

"Open it." Zhao Ya said, and at the same time stood sideways behind Fan Hao to prevent the oilcloth package from having any more mechanisms.

Seeing Zhao Ya so cautious, Fan Hao secretly groaned in his heart, and had to endure the pain and honestly open the oilcloth package. There was actually a book inside.

With the light in the room, Zhao Ya saw a few words on the cover.

Qinggong flying on the grass.

This turned out to be a Qinggong secret book.

Zhao Ya suppressed his excitement and took the book through his gloves. He flipped through it and found that it really contained some secrets of Qinggong.

However, it was different from the Qinggong that could fly over eaves and walls and walk on snow without leaving any traces.

This was more like a secret book of body skills.

Although you can't fly up with a tiptoe after learning it, it can greatly enhance your body skills and running speed.

This is exactly what Zhao Ya urgently needs now.

He also put the secret book away and looked at Fan Hao in front of him.

Fan Hao shuddered and waved his hands hurriedly, saying, "My good man, it's really gone. This secret book is my treasured collection. I relied on it to gain a foothold in the east of the city and founded the small Black Snake Gang."

"Now it's yours. I have nothing else to ask for. I just want you to spare my life. I will be grateful and do good deeds in the future and never do bad things again."

At the end, Fan Hao burst into tears.

If it were someone else, they might really feel sympathy.

But Zhao Ya had already figured out the details of the Black Snake Gang after a few days of investigation.

Although Fan Hao's ability was not very good, he had committed many crimes.

In particular, he was the most lustful womanizer, and few women he liked could escape his clutches.

In the past few years, he had forced at least 20 to 30 decent women to death.

So Zhao Ya just smiled coldly when he heard this.

"These things were originally mine, what does it have to do with you?"

"Yes, yes, the good man is right..."

Fan Hao nodded frantically, but at this moment, he suddenly saw a flash of knife light from the corner of his eye.

Then Fan Hao felt his head lighten, and he actually saw the ceiling above his head and a red cavity.

Damn, he is not trustworthy!

This was the last thought in Fan Hao's mind, and then he sank into darkness.

Puff!

Blood spurted out, and the dead body fell to the ground.

Zhao Ya checked again, and after confirming that he had not left any traces, he turned around and came to the front yard.

At this time, the guard dogs in the front yard were still sleeping.

Zhao Ya originally wanted to burn down the Black Snake Gang headquarters, but the low shanties around him gave up his idea.

If the fire went down, the people around would suffer.

Anyway, all the members of the Black Snake Gang were dead, and Zhao Ya was sure that there was no trace of him left, so the rest would be left to others to worry about.

Zhao Ya climbed over the wall and disappeared into the vast night.

When he returned home through Wuxiang City, it was almost four o'clock.

Zhao Ya simply tidied up and put away the bulging deerskin bag, then lay on the bed and fell asleep.

This sleep was extremely sweet, until Zui'er came to call him after cooking, Zhao Ya woke up.

After breakfast, Zhao Ya told Zui'er that he might be back late tonight, and asked her to eat early and lock the door, and not to wait for him.

Then he took something out of the deerskin bag and went to the escort agency.

Everything was going on as usual at the escort agency.

But in the afternoon, an explosive piece of news spread quickly.

"What? The East City Black Snake Gang was wiped out overnight? That's great, that gang should have died long ago."

"Retribution, retribution, I don't know which passing expert has helped us poor people to vent our anger!"

For a while, the people who had been oppressed by the Black Snake Gang couldn't help but applaud.

However, when this news reached Changlong Escort Agency, people's reactions were somewhat dull.

After all, the Black Snake Gang is just a mob at best. The people of Changlong Escort Agency are half-jianghu people, so they naturally look down on this gang.

Zhao Ya secretly observed and found that few people were interested in the destruction of the Black Snake Gang.

The Six Gates only sent a few people to collect the bodies of Fan Hao and others.

After all, in this world, vendettas are endless, and it is normal for a few people to die.

Especially this time, the dead are a group of low-level hooligans with no identity and no background, so no one cares.

Zhao Ya was relieved.

When it was night, Tan Dong really called Zhao Ya. The two had some food outside, then disguised themselves, covered themselves with black scarves, and went to the ghost market in the south of the city.

It was still early when they arrived here, and there were only a few stalls, which were filled with some strange animal meat.

"These are all fake. They are basically made from pheasant or wild dog meat. They are meant for inexperienced people. Eating them will only cause diarrhea, and there is no effect at all." Tan Dong explained.

Zhao Ya nodded, and then retracted his gaze from a dragon-like corpse on a stall.

These guys have rich imaginations!

They dare to sell dragon meat so openly?

As the night deepened, the stalls finally increased.

Tan Dong led Zhao Ya around inside, and then came to a stall.

The stall was filled with the same dried earthworm meat that Tan Dong had given Zhao Ya.

The stall owner wore a mask and did not greet customers.

"What's the price today?" Tan Dong asked.

The stall owner held up three fingers.

Tan Dong frowned, "The price has increased again?"