The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun

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Huang Bolu watched this scene with a grim expression, but didn't look at it. Only after his men cleared a path did he walk in, surrounded by his men.

As soon as you get close, a strong smell of blood hits you.

Corpses lay scattered all over the ground, and the hall was a complete mess.

Huang Bolu's face was grim. Without saying a word, he went to one of the corpses and carefully examined its injuries.

After a while.

Huang Boliu frowned, stood up, and looked at the other corpses. He remained silent until he had examined more than a dozen corpses before ceasing his observation.

The style of the martial arts is not discernible.

Huang Boliu examined more than a dozen corpses and found that the wounds on these people were not caused by any particular school or sect of martial arts. It seemed that the person who attacked them was a self-taught individual, and his lineage was unknown.

But Huang Bolu knew this was impossible; the other party was hiding their identity and preventing him from guessing who they were.

Huang Boliu frowned as he looked around, his mind racing.

Upon seeing the corpses, he knew that the other party was probably just one person. If there were multiple people, this wouldn't have happened. It's impossible that they couldn't even discern a single martial arts style.

Under normal circumstances, once someone has learned martial arts and practiced the moves, no matter how well they try to conceal it, the traces of their moves will still be traceable, such as the sword techniques of the Hengshan School.

However, when Huang Bolu examined these corpses, he found that their wounds were very random, and each one had died in a different way.

After examining the body, Huang Bolu's mood sank to rock bottom.

He is also a martial artist, and his skills are among the best in the martial arts world. Although he is over eighty years old, he still has a broad vision.

Huang Bolu knew that there were very few people in the martial arts world who could do this, but those people were all leaders of major sects and would not hide their identities to cause him trouble.

Moreover, judging from such bloody methods, it doesn't seem like something they would do.

Huang Bolu, unable to find a solution, was filled with doubt and frustration.

"Boss, the government officials have arrived."

One of the gang members stepped forward and whispered.

Distracted from his train of thought, Huang Bolu looked around and saw a group of officials dressed in yamen runners waiting outside.

"Let them in."

Huang Bolu waved his hand casually.

"Yes."

The gang member retreated, and soon after, a constable came over, bowing and scraping respectfully to Huang Boliu.

"Master Huang."

The constable wore a fawning smile: "I heard that your gang's brothers have been murdered. The prefect sent me to see if there's anything I can do to help Master Huang."

Huang Bolu nodded slightly.

"On behalf of Huang, I thank the Prefect."

He has no plans to ask the government for help yet. He has no clue what to do right now, and it would be useless to ask the government to get involved.

He knew better than anyone the capabilities of these good-for-nothings.

After inspecting the scene, Huang Bolu prepared to leave.

It was already evening when they returned to their camp.

"father."

As soon as he returned to the Huang residence and sat down, Huang Ying walked towards him with a solemn expression on her face.

Seeing that his daughter's expression was the same as that of his previous subordinates, Huang Bolu's heart skipped a beat.

"what happened?"

Huang Bolu had a bad feeling.

At this moment, three gang members walked out from behind Huang Ying.

"Boss, the Xingwu Hall has been massacred."

"Boss, all the brothers of Pingdu Hall are dead."

"Boss, Zhonggantang has also been massacred."

The three spoke at the same time, and their words made Huang Bolu feel as if a heavy stone was pressing on his heart.

Including the branch that was massacred last night, this makes it four branches that have been massacred.

Upon hearing this, Huang Boliu closed his eyes, gripped the corner of the table with his hand, and unconsciously cracked the corner of the table into powder.

No one spoke in the room; a sense of oppression permeated the atmosphere.

"waste!!"

Huang Boliu slammed his hand on the table, startling everyone else.

The others trembled as they watched the enraged Huang Boliu, and no one dared to speak.

After a while.

Huang Bolu finally calmed down, sat down again, and didn't say anything more.

"father."

At this moment, Huang Ying spoke up: "Should we notify everyone in the gang to come back?"

The Tianhe Gang's influence extends throughout the lower reaches of the Yellow River, not just in Kaifeng Prefecture. Now that such a thing has happened in their main base, Huang Ying feels uneasy.

"No need."

Huang Bolin shook his head without even thinking.

The fact that the other party was targeting them without showing their face meant that their numbers were small. Although Huang Bolu felt that this person must be very skilled in martial arts, there was no need to summon all the members of the Tianhe Gang back. He did not believe that the other party could destroy his Tianhe Gang.

More importantly, doing this would have a significant impact on the Tianhe Gang's business, resulting in substantial financial losses.

Hearing Huang Bolu say this, Huang Ying was about to say something more, but another person entered from outside the hall.

"Boss..."

Huang Bolu saw that his face looked exactly like the previous three people's, and he immediately had a bad feeling.

Before Huang Bolu could ask what had happened, a commotion suddenly broke out outside.

"Boss, fire! Fire!"

Several more people rushed in from outside the hall, speaking incoherently.

"Boss, there's a fire on Willow Grove Street."

Chapter 312: Fire Breaks Out on Willow Grove Street

Huang Boliu's face darkened, and he immediately got up and walked outside.

Liulin Street is located at the headquarters of the Tianhe Gang.

As soon as Huang Bolu came out, he saw the towering flames not far away, which were very conspicuous in the darkness.

At this moment, the members of the Tianhe Gang outside were in a panic, rushing to the scene to put out the fire.

By the time Huang Bolu arrived at the scene, the fire had already spread to the entire street.

The commotion caused by the Tianhe Gang has attracted the attention of other residents of Kaifeng Prefecture, who are watching from a distance.

"Put out the fire, put out the fire quickly!"

The members of the Tianhe Gang grabbed buckets of water and busied themselves trying to put out the fire.

Seeing the fire spreading, Huang Bolu finally couldn't hold back any longer and erupted.

"Hiding his head and showing his tail!"

Huang Bolu roared at the open space.

"You dare not show your true face? If you have any grudge against me, Huang, then step forward if you dare. I, Huang Boliu, am standing right here. Come and kill me if you dare! You cowardly rat who dares not show yourself!"

Huang Boliu's beard and hair stood on end, his expression ferocious. Although he was over eighty years old, he was like a raging lion, unleashing his fury.

However, no matter how much Huang Bolu roared, there was no movement around him.

Huang Bolu felt very aggrieved.

He had roamed the martial arts world for decades and had never suffered such humiliation, knowing that the other party was looking for trouble but not knowing who the other party was, and being forced to watch helplessly as the other party continued to provoke him.

"I, Huang Boliu, have roamed the martial world for decades. Countless people have wanted my head. Aren't you only resorting to petty theft because you're afraid of the power of my Tianhe Gang? If you have the guts, step forward and I'll fight you to the death!"

The empty space was filled only with the burning fire and Huang Bolu's furious roars.

"Ah."

Whether it was his imagination or not, Huang Bolu, who was in a fit of rage, suddenly heard a very faint laugh. The sound was so soft that everyone else seemed not to notice it, but he was the only one who heard it.

Huang Bolu looked around with a ferocious expression, scanning everything in front of him, but there was nothing around except the members of the Tianhe Gang, as if he had misheard.

"Dad, what are you looking at?"

Huang Ying noticed Huang Bolu's unusual behavior and went up to him to ask him about it with concern.

"Did you hear someone laughing sneer just now?"

Huang Bolu continued to scan his surroundings, trying to find his target.

"What? No, there isn't any."

Huang Ying was puzzled.

She didn't hear any sneers.

"Did you hear me wrong?"

Huang Bolu shook his head, his tone firm: "Impossible, I couldn't have misheard."

He heard that sneer clearly; he couldn't have misheard it.

"That person is nearby, he's right here!"

Huang Bolu's eyes were ferocious, and his tone was very determined. He frantically scanned his surroundings trying to find his target, but he couldn't find him. His eyes subconsciously glanced at the spreading fire, but he didn't pay attention to it. The next second, he suddenly turned his head back and stared at the fire burning the entire street.

He saw a figure sitting on a rooftop across Willow Grove Street, wearing a mask that looked like a demon, staring in his direction.

The firelight distorted his vision, making it impossible for Huang Boluo to see the other person's clothes, but Huang Boluo knew that the person wearing the mask was the murderer.

When Huang Boliu saw this figure, the masked figure stood up, as if preparing to leave, but turned back to look at him before leaving.

That's a smile.

Huang Bolu couldn't see the other person's expression, but he knew that the face under the mask was smiling.

"hehe."

Whether it was a hallucination or not, the man's laughter reached Huang Bolu's ears again.

it's him!

Huang Bolu seemed to have found his target. Seeing the figure about to leave, he immediately chased after him.

"The killer is on the street across the street, follow me!"

Huang Bolu roared and charged ahead. The other gang members, not knowing what had happened, followed suit when they heard their leader's order.

"Don't let me catch you. If I do, I'll tear you to pieces."

Huang Boliu used his lightness skill to speed away while also hardening his heart.

He moved very quickly, and in just a short while he arrived at the rooftop he had seen earlier.

However, the rooftop was empty.

That person has already left.

Huang Boliu searched the surrounding area relentlessly, but still couldn't find it.

"what!!"

Huang Bolu roared to the sky.