Zhang Zhiwei walked into the Double Happiness Club.
In this era of the Republic of China, it was not easy to make money in serious business, and the fastest way to make money was through pornography, gambling and drugs.
Therefore, these brothels, casinos, and opium dens all make a lot of money, and many people are forced to sell their sons and daughters, and their families are ruined.
As for the current Double Happiness Club, it is worthy of being opened by the Iron Hat King. It is a brothel, a casino, and an opium den all in one. It does not deal with Japanese pirates and only defrauds the Chinese. It is really a bit too much.
Zhang Zhiwei was well-dressed, and he knew he was a fat sheep at a glance, so as soon as he entered, there was a boy with a yin and yang haircut coming quickly, carrying a big teapot, and greeted him with a smile:
"Sir, what event are you planning to play when you come to Double Happiness Club?"
After saying that, he held the teapot in his hand a few times, pinned it behind his back, and started pouring tea for Zhang Zhiwei.
"If you don't want to play, find someone!"
Zhang Zhiwei's face was expressionless, and he reached out and pinched the slender spout of the teapot until it seemed like it was welded shut.
Seeing this situation, the boy serving tea suddenly changed his face and warned:
"Brother, the Japanese are backing us here, so we don't want to cause trouble!"
"I have a big deal and I'm asking you to come out!" Zhang Zhiwei said coldly.
"Our leader is the King of Purification. What kind of status does he have? How could he be..."
The boy hasn't finished speaking yet.
A big slap suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes, and then, his head was confused and his vision suddenly turned around.
Then his vision went black, and he fell to the ground with a thud, and it seemed that he would not survive.
His neck bones were broken by Zhang Zhiwei's slap. His head was like a broken clockwork, twisted around his neck countless times and hung at a weird angle. It was so tragic that it was difficult to describe.
"The Qing Dynasty has been dead for so many years. Why are you pretending to be stupid with me?"
Zhang Zhiwei looked at the other guys in the room.
These guys have rough faces, big muscles and round waists, and they are undoubtedly thugs raised by the club.
These thugs can bully ordinary people, but when they meet a truly ruthless person, they are frightened out of their wits. Their faces change drastically, their mouths open and close, and they want to scream and run away.
"biu, biu, biu"
Several golden beans flew out, passed between their eyebrows, and disappeared without a trace after leaving a series of blood stains.
Killing several people with a snap of his fingers, Zhang Zhiwei had an expressionless face, combing back some of his loose hair. He glanced at the boy's body with cold eyes, and sprayed out the cold arrogance with the smell of blood. There was no trace of what he had seen when chatting with the rickshaw driver earlier. The lukewarmness?
"Since you don't cooperate, you have to do it yourself to get enough food and clothing!"
Zhang Zhiwei affixed a heaven and earth audio-visual talisman to his body.
Suddenly, his consciousness heightened and he had a panoramic view of every move in the Double Happiness Club.
The first floor is the casino, where there is a lot of noise and money gambling.
There are many forms of gambling, ranging from the most basic dice rolling to some bizarre foreign games.
The second floor is divided into many small rooms. From time to time, women can be heard panting, and the scenery is beautiful. This is a brothel business.
The layout of the third floor is similar to that of the second floor, and it is also equipped with beds.
However, there are no prostitutes on the cave, only some dead-looking, stooped guys holding pipes and smoking, which they call longevity balm.
Zhang Zhiwei felt it for a while and then made a discovery.
In a large room on the third floor, there was a group of strangers with male and female hair who were having fun, smoking big cigarettes and holding an open party.
"I confirmed with my eyes that I am the right person!"
Zhang Zhiwei got up and walked towards the third floor. On the way, he occasionally met a club employee with a male and female haircut.
Zhang Zhiwei didn't hold back on these people. Those who were close would be taken away with a slap. Those who were far away would be taken away by a golden light.
Although these people are ordinary people, how clean can they be if they can work in a place like this?
Zhang Zhiwei didn't have time to distinguish between good and evil, so he took him away and killed him, leaving no one alive.
And this is why Zhang Zhiwei sneaked in without covering his face.
That's right, Zhang Zhiwei called what he did just now sneaking in.
Seeing the essence through the phenomenon, sneaking in, isn't it just sneaking in without anyone noticing?
If he just walked in and killed everyone who saw him, wouldn't that be the same thing?
Master said it well, as a human being you must learn to be flexible.
So far, the only person who has survived seeing him enter the Double Happiness Club is the rickshaw driver.
However, during the previous conversation, Zhang Zhiwei used his observation method to quietly influence the driver's thinking.
Let the driver just remember to pick up a very generous customer and give him a lot of tips.
But I have no impression of what this guest looked like, what he said, or where he was taken.
This is not a difficult task for Zhang Zhiwei. Although his method of observation is about himself, one method can be used to understand all methods. With his strength and spiritual power, it is more than enough to influence an ordinary person.
Zhang Zhiwei was walking on the third floor of the club and occasionally bumped into an addict staggering out.
Zhang Zhiwei didn't hold anything back against these people and sent them away with a slap in the face.
If you smoke this thing, you can no longer be considered a human being.
You would never imagine what unscrupulous things a drug addict would do.
Zhang Zhiwei fought his way to a large opening on the third floor.
As soon as you get closer, you can hear the demons dancing around inside and all kinds of messy sounds.
"Hot ears!"
Zhang Zhiwei raised his hand to knock on the door.
"Bang bang bang!"
There was an untimely knock on the door, as loud as banging on the door.
The group of people in the room were suddenly startled.
"Damn it! Who is it again?"
"You scared me, didn't you say hello? If the sky falls, don't come to me."
"While I'm still happy, get out of here. If you piss me off, I'll skin you!"
A very impatient warning sounded from inside the house.
"Bang bang bang"
But the rapid knocking on the door didn't stop.
"Who is he? I'm going to kill you if you're so disgraceful!"
Someone came over cursing and was about to open the door when his hand just touched the door handle.
Unexpected.
"Boom!"
The door frame shattered and exploded, and the door flew out like a cannonball.
A tall figure stood by the door, wearing a spotless casual white suit. He was clearly Zhang Zhiwei.
The person who opened the door had already held the door panel, flew out, and hit the back wall of the house hard.
Everyone who was having fun was stunned. For a moment, they didn't come back to their senses and just stared at this scene in a daze.
Until a faint voice came out: "I'm here to see Prince Su, where is he?"
Hearing this, a group of people looked at each other in confusion, and then their expressions suddenly turned ferocious: "You can find Prince Su if you want to, you're just eating the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard!"
"I think you are looking for death!"
One of them pushed away the woman on his body, with bloodthirsty eyes, and took the lead and rushed towards Zhang Zhiwei.
"Calm down!" Zhang Zhiwei was very calm. His palm was filled with golden light, and he pointed it into a sword and stretched out one hand.
"puff!"
The sound of a sharp blade cutting flesh was heard, and the man who rushed forward had his mouth open, a look of pain and hesitation on his face, and he slowly lowered his head.
I saw an arm piercing his chest, coming out of his back, and penetrating from front to back.
There was another "pop" sound, and the arm was retracted from his chest, leaving a translucent blood hole as big as the mouth of a bowl.
"So fast."
This was the last thought in his mind, and then his vision went dark, and he fell to the ground without any movement.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"Ahhhhh"
Immediately afterwards, screams came one after another. This bloody and ferocious scene scared the group of prostitutes in the room into screaming wildly.
Zhang Zhiwei's eyes condensed, and his energy spread out, sweeping over them and knocking all the prostitutes unconscious.
But at this time, the group of guys who were in high spirits and excited to play had just reacted.
"Xiao Liu, you deserve to die!"
"kill him!!"
These people were probably high on drugs, and without any effort, they rushed over one by one, showing ferocious looks.
The leader shouted angrily, touched his waist, and with a "clang" sound, a cold light suddenly rose from his waist, like a green snake dancing wildly, towards Zhang Zhiwei's throat.
At the same time, the others quickly followed up, using boxing, palm, or leg techniques to attack in three directions, without giving their opponents the slightest chance.
During the rise and fall of the moves, there was a trembling sound and the momentum was astonishing. These people were all the masters of Prince Su.
Before the previous dynasty was destroyed, Prince Su was the first-class guard of the Qianqing Sect, so his strength was naturally not weak.
After the demise of the previous dynasty, he brought a group of old tribes here to take root. Taking advantage of the power of the Japanese pirates, he continued to dominate and oppress ordinary people.
The person who used the sword before was the first to attack Zhang Zhiwei. The soft sword was like a spiritual snake spitting a message, tearing the air as it shook, making a "buzzing" sword sound, forming a white high-pressure airflow like sword energy.
As the extreme move approached, Zhang Zhiwei advanced instead of retreating. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it. The fine iron and soft sword that tore through the air was caught by him casually. The sound made during the collision was like a cry.
".What?!"
The man's eyes widened with a look of disbelief on his face. The power of his soft sword exploded in an instant, which was comparable to bullets and had strong penetrating power. Many strangers did not dare to use force, but they were caught by the opponent casually.
"Weak!"
Zhang Zhiwei spat out golden light from his palm, and a flash of golden light rushed upward. The soft sword shattered inch by inch, and then, he slapped the man on the head.
"boom!"
The man's head was like a deflated rubber ball, suddenly dented, and blood spurted out from all the orifices.
Everyone felt as if they were hit by a crash car and flew backwards, causing a dent in the back wall. After landing, they stopped moving.
"You seem to be a little delirious. For the convenience of questioning, come on, I'll let you sober up!"
After saying that, Zhang Zhiwei took a step further. He put his index and middle fingers together and made a horizontal stroke. The fingertips revealed an extremely cold golden light and swept out.
The people who rushed towards them were horrified and wanted to defend themselves, but the moves had already been fired and could not be taken back. The situation was irreversible and they could only fight hard.
As soon as the two sides came into contact, there was no wave, and the Qi people formed by the golden light passed through their bodies.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft."
Blood light shot up into the sky, and several people rushed towards them. They were cut in half by the golden light. Blood from their internal organs was splashed all over the ground, and the smell of billowing blood hit their nostrils.
With a raise of his hands and feet, Zhang Zhiwei wiped out several masters as easily as if he had just crushed a few ants to death.
The bloody reality was before their eyes. The people brought here by Prince Su felt as if they had been poured down on their heads by a basin of ice water.
The fierceness and courage he had accumulated from bullying ordinary people suddenly disappeared.
These people are all former Eight Banners disciples.
Most of the ancestors of the children of the Eight Banners were foreigners who followed the founding emperor to conquer the world, so many of the Eight Banners were from foreigner families.
They have the ability to be one step ahead of others, and their ancestors have great military exploits, which will shadow their descendants for generations to come.
The people in the banner don't have to work or work. They can receive rice and money every month when they are free at home, and they can eat the monthly money as offerings.
They don't have to be disturbed by other things. They have a lot of time to practice, which can be said to be a blessing from God.
In this case, as long as there is a little bit of self-motivation, it will be a big deal.
But even if God rewards me with food, I can't help myself from failing to live up to my expectations.
Perhaps because their lives were too comfortable, within a few generations, these originally brave and capable alien families became corrupted.
Not only have they forgotten most of the ancestral methods, but they even took the lead in smoking longevity ointments.
The body is made up of innate energy. If you smoke this every day, the innate energy will be polluted. After a few generations, there will be fewer and fewer strangers in the banner, and most of them are even worse than ordinary people.
These few who were casually slaughtered by Zhang Zhiwei just now were the best among the best carefully selected by Prince Su.
Now, these elites have encountered a tough opponent and have completely lost their fighting spirit. They are panicking and don't dare to be cruel anymore. They turn around and scatter like birds and beasts.
"Where to go?"
Zhang Zhiwei took one step forward, came up behind a person, grabbed his throat as he screamed, cut off his voice, and crushed his spine.
Then, he threw his body heavily and knocked the other escaping man to the ground.
Before the person who was knocked over could get up, Zhang Zhiwei was already close, with a cold expression, aiming at his head and stepping down.
"Pfft!"
Blood splattered, brains flew, and screams were not even heard, and the body and soul were dead.
After casually crushing one person to death, Zhang Zhiwei chased the others.
In the eyes of ordinary people, these people are considered masters, but in front of him, they are like chickens and dogs, and they are wiped out in a blink of an eye.
(End of chapter)
