59: Chapter 59: The Tiger Gang Members Die, the Transcendent Realm Expert is Tortured Like a Dog

In the west of the city, at the Fierce Tiger Gang headquarters, dozens of figures were vaguely visible.

Outside the Fierce Tiger Gang headquarters, Fierce Tiger Gang Disciples were constantly coming and going.

"Bang, bang, bang." The sound of the night watchman came from afar.

"The weather is dry, beware of fire." It was already the third watch of the night.

Evidently, the riot at the prison had not affected this place.

Furthermore, this was merely the territory of a third-rate Gang.

It could not possibly attract the attention of the Blood God Cult.

"Gang Leader, it is the third watch."

"The turmoil at the prison has slowly subsided."

"It shouldn't affect us..." The trusted aide of Fierce Tiger Gang Leader Zheng Jun said cautiously.

Zheng Jun's brows were tightly furrowed, his gaze gloomy, and his expression cold.

He did not speak, but stared intently at the night sky in the direction of the prison.

Inside the main hall, the lights remained on.

"Has the turmoil at the prison truly subsided?" Zheng Jun could not help but ask.

"Yes, Gang Leader."

"According to reports from the men below,"

"the people from the Blood God Cult and the rebel army have gradually retreated."

Hearing this, Zheng Jun could not help but stand up, his mind churning with calculations.

Perhaps having been high and mighty for too long, the rebellion in the capital tonight made him extremely worried.

After all, if the rebels or the people from the Blood God Cult ran to the Fierce Tiger Gang, the consequences would be unimaginable.

With their meager strength, they were simply no match for that group of people.

Destroying the Gang would be an effortless task for them.

Fortunately, he had successfully climbed a high branch; that person had sent an expert to sit in command behind the scenes.

They had even provided some weapons to arm them.

Just as Zheng Jun was planning to let his Disciples lower their guard, he didn't know when, but a figure appeared at the gate of the Fierce Tiger Gang headquarters.

The person's hair was wrapped with a cloth strip, wearing the uniform of a Fierce Tiger Gang Disciple, with their face covered by cloth, wrapped up tightly, walking step by step towards the headquarters.

"Stop!"

"Who goes there?" The Fierce Tiger Gang Disciples standing guard at the headquarters saw this and immediately shouted sternly.

The person was none other than Gu Han.

He raised his head, his eyes fixed, and his Divine Sense had already probed the situation inside the headquarters clearly.

Gu Han smiled.

"It's good that you are all here!"

"It saves me from having to look for you one by one."

Afterwards, Gu Han continued to approach the gate of the Fierce Tiger Gang headquarters step by step.

He seemed not to have heard the shouting of the two Disciples.

He walked all the way to the gate of the Fierce Tiger Gang headquarters.

"Swish, swish." The two Fierce Tiger Gang Disciples on guard immediately drew the blades in their hands.

Gu Han ignored them, the corners of his mouth curling up, his eyes becoming sharp.

With a "whoosh" sound, the two Disciples fell.

Gu Han's blade also dripped a few drops of blood.

Immediately after, Gu Han rushed inside the gate.

At this moment, the patrolling Fierce Tiger Gang Disciples saw Gu Han break in and sounded the signal for an enemy attack.

Hearing this sound, Zheng Jun immediately ran out of the main hall.

He saw Gu Han constantly moving closer amidst the encirclement of Fierce Tiger Gang Disciples.

Moreover, the blade in Gu Han's hand was dripping blood continuously.

The Fierce Tiger Gang Disciples surrounding Gu Han looked at each other, not daring to step forward.

Clearly, a wave of Fierce Tiger Gang Disciples had already been slaughtered by Gu Han.

These Fierce Tiger Gang Disciples had been killed until they were terrified.

Seeing Zheng Jun appear with all the high-ranking members of the Fierce Tiger Gang, he could not help but sneer.

Previously, Gu Han had already seen everyone inside clearly through his Divine Sense.

Naturally, he knew the identity of this short, round, fat man in front of him.

"As expected of brothers."

"Both have the physique of Dalang."

"I just don't know if they have a brother named Wu Er."

Gu Han could not help but mock in his heart.

Zheng Jun stood on high ground, his copper-bell-like eyes staring at Gu Han, and sneered, saying,

"Your Excellency really doesn't take my Fierce Tiger Gang seriously."

"Breaking into my headquarters, killing my Disciples."

"Tonight, if Your Excellency does not give an explanation,"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to leave."

Zheng Jun looked at the corpses all over the ground, his chubby face trembling a few times, and the killing intent in his eyes could not be contained.

Gu Han responded indifferently.

"Since I've come, I naturally won't return empty-handed."

"You are surrounded by me."

Zheng Jun could not help but be amused upon hearing Gu Han's words.

"Hahaha." Zheng Jun's laughter exploded in the crowd, his thick chin trembling continuously with the laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Just by yourself, you dare to say you've surrounded my Fierce Tiger Gang?"

He abruptly stopped smiling, the flesh on his face bunching up.

"Chop him up for me."

"Then throw him out to feed the dogs."

Hearing this, dozens of Fierce Tiger Gang Disciples drew their blades simultaneously, the cold light connecting into a sheet under the moonlight.

These were all experts at least at the Body Tempering fifth level, with three Meridian Connecting Realm commanders holding the line.

In Zheng Jun's view, such a lineup was enough to tear the intruder, Gu Han, into ten thousand pieces.

Gu Han stood in place without moving, only slowly raising the blade in his hand.

"A few days ago, that dead fat man Butcher Zheng said the same thing."

"Why does no one listen to the truth!"

His voice was terrifyingly calm.

"Little bastard, what did you say?"

The fat on Zheng Jun's face trembled violently, his copper-bell-like eyes widened, and his face turned so gloomy it seemed it could drip water.

"My brother Butcher Zheng... was killed by you?"

"That's right, it was me."

"Those who kill others will always be killed."

He curled his lips into a cold sneer, his long blade pointing diagonally at the ground.

The blood dripping from the tip of the blade bloomed into bewitchingly beautiful blood flowers on the bluestone slab.

Zheng Jun's whole body of fat trembled violently, his eyes instantly bloodshot.

"Little Beast! So it was you!"

He abruptly drew a long blade emitting a ghostly blue cold light from his waist; the blade was engraved with some Formation runes, and at a glance, it was a good blade.

"Tonight, I will slice you into a thousand pieces to pay tribute to my brother's spirit in heaven!"

Zheng Jun roared.

"Attack! Kill him!"

"Whoever can kill this guy will be promoted three levels."

Hearing Zheng Jun's promise, dozens of Fierce Tiger Gang Disciples pounced simultaneously, the flashing blades surrounding Gu Han.

"Seeking death."

"Since you didn't choose the path of survival I gave you, then become my nourishment."

A cold light flashed in Gu Han's eyes, and his figure suddenly vanished from the spot.

"Swish." A bloody blade light flashed past like lightning, and the five Disciples rushing at the very front were instantly decapitated.

[Slaying a sinful person, plundering thirty remnants of fate]

[Slaying a sinful person...]

The cold prompts kept flashing before his eyes, but Gu Han turned a deaf ear to them.

He wove through the crowd like a ghost, every swing of his blade bringing up a rain of blood.

"This... how is this possible?"

Zheng Jun looked at the scene before him, his fat face full of disbelief.

In just a few breaths, half of the dozens of elite Disciples he had carefully cultivated had already fallen.

The three Meridian Connecting Realm commanders attacked Gu Han together, but were sent flying by a single slash from him, and one of them was cut directly into two halves.

"Gang Leader... this person is at least in the Primordial Core Realm."

One commander screamed in terror.

A ruthless look flashed in Zheng Jun's eyes, and he bit his finger, smearing blood onto the long blade in his hand.

"Hum." The runes on the long blade suddenly lit up, and a cold, sinister aura permeated the air.

"Little Beast, die."

His fat body actually erupted with astonishing speed, the long blade carrying a ghostly blue cold light, aiming straight for Gu Han's throat.

"Petty tricks, and you dare to show off before me."

Gu Han did not dodge or evade, his blood-gold True Qi surging through his Meridians, dark gold patterns appearing faintly beneath his skin.

"Clang." The two blades collided, sparks flying everywhere.

Zheng Jun only felt a massive force coming, and his whole body flew backward, crashing heavily into the wall.