Chapter 125: Violence Is the Most Effective Way to Solve Problems

The Black Dragon Society is located in Cangyang County. It is considered one of the underground forces and has strongholds in various counties below.

As for the general rudder, it was set up in the county seat of Cangyang County, and Shen Wuming found it without much effort.

"What should I say? Do you want to submit a post? The Black Dragon Society should not be ignorant of current affairs!"

Cui Zu'e followed Shen Wuming, her expression was pure, and she carried an aura of nobility that no one dared to blaspheme.

Even if he spoke gently at this moment, the men passing by would only dare to take a few furtive glances.

Before Shen Wuming could answer, Song Nanzhu sneered, "They're just a bunch of bastards who bully orphans and widowed mothers!"

"Is it necessary to be polite to them first and then fight with them? Fight in, and those who refuse to speak will be killed directly!"

After Song Nanzhu said this, he walked towards the entrance of the Black Dragon Club. Suddenly, two burly men in fancy clothes stood in front of him.

"This is the entrance to my Black Dragon Hall. No other people are allowed to come near it!"

Both of them had fierce looks on their faces and stood in front of him, looking at Song Nanzhu lightly.

This woman is a bit thin, but she still has a pretty face.

"Get out of the way!"

Song Nanzhu snorted coldly and took action while speaking.

I saw only the afterimage of waving palms.

The two men, who weighed a combined four to five hundred pounds, were blown away like rag dolls before they could react.

His body hit the door of the Black Dragon Club, and there was a cracking sound of bones all over his body. He tilted his head and fainted.

"Let's go!"

When Shen Wuming saw that Song Nanzhu had already taken action, he could only shake his head and smile, and walked towards the entrance of the Black Dragon Hall.

Such a big movement has already alarmed the members of the Black Dragon Society.

As soon as the three of them stepped into the courtyard, they were surrounded by dozens of men in black, and the sound of swords being drawn was heard.

Dozens of bloody steel knives were aimed at the three of them, with murderous intent. At first glance, they were at the entrance of the underworld.

"Your Excellency, you didn't even say hello, but you put down my two brothers. What do you mean?"

A man with a short beard stood at the back, facing Shen Wuming and the others from a distance, his face as gloomy as iron.

After all, the Black Dragon Society is one of the most powerful forces in Cangyang County.

Even the prefect of Cangyang County has to give him some bad treatment. What is the origin of these young people?

"Who are you?"

Song Nanzhu looked at him coldly, "Call the person in charge to come out, cats and dogs, don't come forward!"

"I am not talented, I am the left protector of the Black Dragon Society!" The short-bearded man arched his hands haughtily.

"Friends, if I don't give an explanation for this matter today, I'm afraid I'll have to stay."

Song Nanzhu said coldly: "The family named Yuan in the north of the city was slaughtered as livestock, and the child was also lost!"

"Did you black dragons do it? Where is the child now? Hand it over and spare your life."

"Huh?" Guardian Zuo raised his eyebrows and looked serious, "Who are you Yuan Detai?"

Cui Zu'e smiled when she heard this, "Since I know Yuan Detai, I admit that you did it."

"Hand over the child, otherwise my sister will take action, and your Black Dragon Society may not be able to live in peace!"

"snort!"

Protector Zuo shook his head, "You're a pretty girl, but it's a pity that your brain is not that good!"

"This is my territory. I have the final say. If you three dare to come here, you are throwing yourself into a trap!"

At the end of the sentence, Protector Zuo's voice suddenly turned cold, and he suddenly raised his hand, "Take it down for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd in black around him started to move, but in the next moment, Song Nanzhu turned into an afterimage and swept across the audience.

After just two breaths, everyone lay on the ground, leaving only Protector Zuo with a stiff expression.

"Gudong!"

Protector Zuo swallowed and looked at Song Nanzhu tremblingly, "Xia Xia, Xia Xia, please spare your life."

"Youngster really has the eyesight but cannot see the eighty-thousand-year-old chicken, and the little one has the eyesight but cannot see the color of the dragon. He collided with the heroine!"

Afraid of Song Nanzhu's lustful power, Protector Zuo did not dare to conceal anything, and explained the affairs of Yuan Detai's family like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.

in short.

They were just taking people's money to help them eliminate disasters. A man named Qi Ye came to the door and asked him to find Yuan Detai's family.

The people in the Black Dragon Club were all underhanded throughout the whole process, but the one who really took action was the man behind the scenes, Master Qi.

"The origin of Master Qi is mysterious. We don't know where he came from. We only know that he was very generous."

"But it seems that he doesn't know much about the situation in Cangzhou, so he came to our Black Dragon Club!"

"And he has several masters under him. They originally said that we, the Black Dragon Society, would not need to take action!"

Protector Zuo's face was full of annoyance, "I just didn't expect that Yuan Detai's wife is actually a half-step third-level martial artist!"

"We can only take her down by working together in the end, Heroine, we really just use money to do things!"

"We don't know what the grievances are. If you want to find them, just ask Master Qi. He is still in Cangyang!"

A moment later, Protector Zuo, who was beaten like a dead dog, was thrown into the yard with only his last breath left.

Song Nanzhu clapped his hands and regained his previous elegance.

"For the sake of your honesty, I will spare your life. If you dare to do such a thing again, I will kill you."

"I don't dare anymore. I don't dare anymore. I will follow the teachings of the heroine..."

Protector Zuo knelt on the ground and kowtowed quickly. A big bump appeared on his forehead.

Song Nanzhu then walked out in a domineering and mighty manner. Wherever he passed, all the Black Dragon members bowed and saluted.

Shen Wuming and Cui Zu'e looked at each other. The manuscript they had prepared earlier was suddenly useless.

No matter what he does with reason, he can use emotion, or he can use force to force him, in the end, it will not be as good as Song Nanzhu's fist.

"Suddenly I understood a sentence, violence is the last resort to solve the problem, but it is also the most effective means!"

...

South of the city.

"Bang!"

A violent explosion sounded in the courtyard, the walls on all sides collapsed, and countless hidden weapons flew out in the smoke and dust.

And all the hidden weapons had only one target, that is Gu Zhaoxue who rushed in alone.

Now that he has become the target of public criticism in the physical version, Gu Zhaoxue's face still has an expression of not crying for a dead father and not making a fuss for a dead mother.

When he raised his hand, a red blood force lingered around his body, like a circling blue dragon.

All the hidden weapons hit the blue dragon's body, making a jingling sound like a metal symphony.

After a wave of hidden weapons, Gu Zhaoxue had turned into a ghost, a flash, a bright knife light.

Dozens of heads fell down in a row, and in the blink of an eye, only an old man collapsed on the chair was left.

"You... don't come over here!"

The old man collapsed in the chair, sweating and terrified.

"Gu Zhaoxue, don't forget that you are where you are today because of my support!"

"Are you going to kill your master today? If you kill me, you won't get any good either."

"Put the knife back now, I can pretend that nothing happened, and you will still be my right-hand man in the future."

Gu Zhaoxue stepped forward step by step, pulled out a silk scarf, and slowly wiped the blood off the blade.

The mirror-like blade reflected her cold expression, like the impermanence walking out of hell.