When this question arose in Wang Xing's mind, Cheng Dong quickly explained it.
"It is said that I have learned fighting skills. In fact, only the leader of the sect was once a member of the Nanxing Douquan Gang. The others are even red sticks. Even if they have learned the skills, they have to deal with the gang's chores every day, drink everywhere and get closer, and rarely have a lot of Time to fight.”
Cheng Dong said: "After our secret tracking during this period, plus the purchase information, the targets given to you are all people from a few streets near us, and their daily activities are easy to observe.'
"Although this Hong stick's subordinate has a boxing gym, he only goes there once a week. Even when he goes there, he always finds some relatively powerful young people to recruit into the gang and does not keep exercising at all."
Wang Xing's expression improved a lot now.
But in fact, Wang Xing was wary. Without the ability to transmit energy like the God of Destruction statue, and without the ability that Guang Lingzi can directly learn, whether he is a Qi-blood warrior or another power system, starting to practice from weak to strong will waste a lot of time.
So far, he has never seen anything beyond ordinary people in this world.
But that doesn’t mean this place doesn’t have it. Whether it is the existing firearms and other hot weapons, or the sheer number of people, he can't stand it now. Not to mention that these days, through his insinuations, there are actually fighters above ordinary people.
Of course he can't see a mature fighter, but people who have been practicing fighting since childhood must not be underestimated!
While Wang Xing was eating and drinking, he listened to Cheng Dong talking about trains and bragging about how powerful the older generation who settled down a few blocks from them had been. And those gangs beat each other to death, and I don’t know how many people have changed, but they are still there.
After he finished bragging about himself, Cheng Dong started bragging about how powerful those gangs with backgrounds were. Hundreds of years ago, local gangs fought and merged with foreign gangs. Currently, the three major local gangs occupy the richest areas of Hong Kong City.
Once these gangs get angry, not even the surrounding garrisons dare to confront them head-on. Because of the world war decades ago, many people came with heavy firepower to escape, and together with many descendants of soldiers and civilians, the big gangs are really angry now, and their combat effectiveness is very strong.
Then Cheng Dong changed the subject and talked about another reason why the gang was strong.
Although the gangs are capable, it is not impossible to defeat them if the surrounding garrison gets angry. Even if the other forces in the entire port city were wiped out, those people would be able to get more.
But he didn't take action. In the final analysis, it was because of the existence of the fighter.
The fighters Wang Xing originally mentioned were warriors who had broken through a certain level according to their own influence, such as those who were possessed by demons or even the level of shocking transformation in the eyes of ordinary people. Compared with ordinary people, the gap between the strong is heaven and earth.
After these few days of insinuations, Wang Xing never expected that real fighters could be so exaggerated.
Fighters are what ordinary people call that group. Powerful fighters, their body speed can catch up with bullets, and their skin cannot be broken even if a light machine gun hits them.
Actual fighters will not just accept attacks stupidly. They can easily kill a bunch of gunmen besieging them at the minimum cost. Facing cumbersome heavy firepower, as long as the fighter's location is not locked in advance and saturation bombing is carried out, the fighter will not be injured at all.
However, when ordinary people who control power face a fighter, they will easily sneak into the surrounding layers and assassinate them easily.
Precisely because several major gangs handed over large sums of money to the fighters behind them and got protection, the local garrison could only acquiesce to their existence under the condition that they could not kill the strong men behind them, but they often carried out Suppress.
Wang Xing had almost finished eating and drinking, and asked Cheng Dong some serious questions.
It was a pity that although Cheng Dong had been taught by a fighter, their master was not a legendary strongman among the fighters, and he did not leave any more information to them.
Wang Xing failed to learn more from Cheng Dong, so he decisively gave up and continued to ask.
"It's not my character to think wildly. Go and have a look. Find the weakest one to test it out."
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Queen's Road, Relang Bathing Centre.
This is a luxury bathing center located in the 11th District of Gang City. It was just eight o'clock in the evening. It was not a crowded time yet. There were not many pedestrians. In addition, everyone knew that the small leader of the Nanxing Gang and Hong Stick, who were nearby, liked to come here the most, so there were even fewer people.
On the entire second floor, which is more than a thousand square meters, there are only the young leader of the Nanxing Gang and the five younger brothers he took with him to protect him.
The group of people only wore white bath towels around their waists. After taking a bath and having their feet trimmed, the little leader licked his lips and smiled: "Anan, I heard that a new batch of goods has arrived from the south. Ask Boss Gao to keep them for me. I want to taste it myself!”
"Yes, boss." One of the five people immediately ran to the counter to make a phone call.
The little boss kicked away the old man who was pressing his feet, and cursed: "Get out of here, I didn't hear that there was anything to do, and you are still taking your time here."
The little boss led a few people around him to a small building. When changing clothes, the two of them saw a few people sneaking around in the corner, and were motioned by the little boss to go over and take a look.
While the boss was getting dressed, the cousin who was following him laughed in a low voice: "Brother Ji, you are too careful. People in those streets have died. Hundreds of people gathered, but we waited." There has been no movement for several days, they are a bunch of cowards, are you afraid of them?"
"You stinky brother! I'm not afraid, I'm cautious!"
The little boss put on his coat as he walked, trying to beat his cousin.
The cousin in front opened the door and ran out a few steps. The little boss behind him shuddered and jerked his arms so that they could not get into the outer sleeves.
As soon as he walked out of the door, the figure with his back against the door seemed to turn around and pass by. The little boss was used to being domineering and domineering. Whenever he let others pass, he looked directly at this figure who was not very strong and bumped into him hard.
Poof!
A stab penetrated the chest of the little boss, and the figure drew the knife and stabbed again. After stabbing him three times in a row, the figure slashed across the little boss alone, dropped what he was holding and ran away.
While running into the alley, the figure threw away the woolen gloves on his hands.
Shouts hurriedly came from around the stabbed little leader.
But Wang Xing, who had gone into the alley, could no longer hear him. He casually threw the fisherman's hat and mask into the trash pile nearby, then took off his coat that was stained with blood, threw it into the prepared trash can filled with oil, and threw in a lighter.
Ignoring the burning trash can behind him, Wang Xing walked out of the alley and disappeared along with the huge flow of people.
Wang Xing was walking, looking at the posters of beautiful celebrities on the roadside, when he heard the sound of the target dying and the points being credited, and he smiled.
